The whole iron arrow seems to be made of stainless steel and pressed into shape, but in fact, countless extremely thin pieces of iron are attached to the skeleton, forming layer by layer.

The skeleton is extremely complex and delicate, and it will disintegrate at the slightest collision. It's just that the speed of the arrow is too exaggerated, even for a short moment, it has already penetrated through the layers of barriers, and between the snaps of the fingers, the skeleton is twisted. Pulling countless pieces of iron to bounce and, like an enraged snake.

The upturned piece of iron did not fly out, but attached to the skeleton, trembling as the skeleton shook wildly, and in an instant, it shook thousands of times.

Tens of thousands of pieces of iron are thousands of 'needle springs', vibrating the air and bursting out with a terrible whistling sound. The sound of the flurry of voices converging in the same place forms a terrifying noise that is like a substance.

Everywhere the noise passed, all the ether shook wildly, causing a riot.

It's like a miniature 'swing', with the noise of countless needles and springs playing to set off irregular aether fluctuations, and the sharp melody completely expels all the aether, turning this narrow room into an 'aether vacuum' for a short time.

Immediately after, the bulkhead roared and shattered!

The samurai in heavy power armor ran wildly, breaking through the wall, and the moment the iron giant appeared, Philip's face changed suddenly: "Templar?! Bane, you dare to ......"

But then, his voice stopped abruptly.

He recognized the origin of this armor, and all those with eyes could recognize where it came from!

The armor worn by the samurai did not resemble that of the Templar Order, and the whole body looked as if it had been forged, forcibly pieced together, and welded, and the shell still had rivets and traces of manual repair and repair welding. There is not the slightest delicacy or majesty, but like ugly beasts, crazy giants, patchwork corpses, revealing a furious hideousness.

On the samurai's shoulder, a combination of gears and emblems was painted in pitch-black spray paint. It was a heresy that splintered from the Order a hundred years ago, and used pure human power to roam the dark world and carve out a vast territory.

- Chainsaw Brothers!!

The clergy who survived the darkness never shied away from doing dirty work, taking money to buy their lives, killing people and setting fires, and they were not afraid of death, holding a sword in their left hand and a canon in their right hand to smash their enemies' heads into battle.

If what the Holy City worships is God's mercy, then what they worship is God's cruelty.

In the world of the Chainsaw Brothers, there are no musicians, no ethers, no warmth, only canons and machines, only miracles and brutal battlefields made of machines.

And now, the Iron Priest who had broken through the wall raised the heavy 'shower' in his hand, and on his visor, the shark depicted in bone white and blood red grinned.

Philip subconsciously gasped.

In the next moment, the atomizer shook, and the pitch-black heavy oil was pushed by hydraulic pressure, squeezing into it, turning into an extremely fine oil mist. The oil mist gushes out of the 'shower' with air pressure, which is cool and cool...... That's weird!

Coming out of it was a raging dragon's breath!

The crimson flames engulfed the entire room in an instant, and everything except the ironclad samurai was bathed in the raging flames. The flames greedily burned every minute of air, creating a low pressure that engulfed the flames, covering them all around and filling every corner.

There was no air, no breath, no sound, only the muffled noise of the 'shower' running in the dull and vague scorching heat, like the laughter of a demon.

Just in an instant, Master Philip was covered in it.

Where there is no ether, it is not much harder to kill a musician than a chicken.

It's a pity...... Philip is not a chicken. Thirty years back, he is in the prime of life, an executioner, a murderer, a fanatic, and a master of swordsmanship in the Witch's Hammer!

In the flames, under the burning red robe, the blade of the sword was unsheathed.

The emaciated old man stepped forward, his chest bulging and roaring like thunder.

Flames concuss.

A terrible light burst out of his wrist, slicing through the fire dragon's breath in an instant, tearing apart the scarlet, and the bright blade screamed and slashed the wind, from the bottom up, diagonally, and in an instant, it was lifted into the air.

At that moment, the blade of the sword fluttered like a bubble, and there was a crisp sound wherever it passed.

A straight crack spread out, piercing his wrist, shower, chest, and Chainsaw Monk's visor, breaking it in two!

In the next moment, the raised blade slashed down on the head.

Flame Opening!

The crimson is split in half.

The towering back of the Iron Monk cracked from the center, the steel shattered, the flesh and blood split, and fell to the sides, revealing the old monk behind him, his white hair stained with blood, and his pale eyes full of coldness.

He stood on his sword, his burned half of his body twitching, and he almost fell to the ground.

But in the next moment, the dispelled aether returned as a call and turned into holy light covering his body, the rotting flesh was gone, the scorch marks were gone, and he became a withered old man again, holding the light in his hand.

Arrows roared from the cabin across the aisle, but one by one they stopped in mid-air, locked in by the light, and could not move.

The solemn praise of God resounded throughout the iron wheel.

The dying priest who burned to the ground convulsed, the blood flowed backwards, the blood was exhausted and peeled off, and in the sound of flesh and blood growing, the ****'s body was re-intact.

They screamed, endured the pain of being born again, and got up from the ground.

Master Philip waved his hand, and the burning flames froze, as if sealed in amber.

The arrows roared back and shot backwards, tearing through the layers of hatches and cutting through the entire hull from the center, opening a terrible hole.

Behind the shattered decks, there are only automatic ballistas, and there is no one left.

"Stay here. ”

He turned back and commanded.

Immediately afterward, a huge wheel of light unfolded behind him, slowly spinning, and endless praises and chants rang out, like angels descending.

With the blessing of the Fateful Chapter "The Incarnation of Divine Punishment", he flew quickly with his sword, and in an instant flew out of the hole in the side of the ship, hanging high on the deck, his pale pupils swept through the crowd, and there was still no trace of the assassin.

In an instant, he snorted coldly, turned his head suddenly, and looked at the deep sea, his pupils burst into fiery light, illuminating the darkness, and also revealing the figures that were rapidly moving away dozens of meters away.

He snorted coldly, the blade of the sword was raised, slashed down, the sea surface split, and in the boiling loud noise, a ray of light entered the deep sea, shuttling vertically and horizontally, slashing the figures apart.

But for a long time, no blood oozed out, and the figure dissipated like a bubble. Only a dozen ugly and deformed strange fish surfaced, turned white and died.

"What the hell?"

Philip frowned, but then, the deformed strange fish suddenly swelled and burst, and the miserable green smoke gushed out from the cracked fisherman's belly, and in an instant, it swelled in the sea breeze, and covered Philip overwhelmingly.

Philip snorted, and the divine light rose up like a wall, and the miserable green smoke fell on it, snorting, and almost seeping into it. It was a rare poison, and it only took a wisp to turn the entire iron wheel into a rotting sea graveyard, but it could not penetrate the barriers.

But in the middle of the barrier, there was a muffled snort.

Sticky nosebleeds fell from Philip's nostrils and meandered out, and he muttered hoarsely, "Illusions, and poison...... Are you daring to challenge the majesty of the Congregation of the Doctrine of Faith again?"

Just as the poisonous fog swept in, some assassins set up the fulcrum of illusion in it.

Activate it instantly, pull the enemy into the illusion, and if you are careless, the barrier will not be solved, and the enemy will be buried in the poison. And the fierce poison has also become a part of the illusion, making the illusion that was originally weak in lethality also become powerful.

The two complement each other, changing the weakness of the school of illusion that is not good at killing, and turning it into a terrifying style of frontal onslaught. With such a unique technology, there is only one in the world!

Famous illusion - Voodoo Crypt!

"Tsk, there's a master, the employer's information is wrong......"

In the poisonous fog, an unpleasant hoarse voice came: "I'm so scared to move out of the Holy City, but after so many years, why don't you come to the Northern Islands to attack us again?"

Philip's face was gloomy.

The Southern Isles and the Endless Ocean have long been home to the School of Illusion, and they are no less than the mirages in the desert, and the legends of the Sirens and the Ship of the Dead are the births of them.

This group of musicians who manipulate the real and the unreal crisscross the sea, manipulate large quantities of smuggling and forbidden goods trafficking, have always been unstable, and have never been unclean in their hands and under their buttocks, and they have never been less involved in the wind and rain.

And he is so well-informed that he hides at the slightest disturbance.

There has always been a proverb among sailors: in the vast sea, every shell may hide an illusionist who is sheltered from the limelight.

The devil knows where they're hiding.

Therefore, even if you know that the target is from the Holy City, there are illusion musicians who are short of money and want to take a risk.

Anyway, it's just a matter of delay, the employer has a good reputation, the advance payment is very refreshing, and the settlement has never been delayed. Such a good job is in front of you, and if you don't do it, you will be damned!

"I don't know why you offended that adult, but since he wants to toss you, then we can't do anything. ”

The old man in the poisonous fog smiled strangely: "Why don't you save some snacks, stay here obediently for five minutes, and I'll let you go, so that you'll be fine, and I'll be on a good business, how about it?"

I can swear to Dayuan and speak my word. ”

The light of punishment answered him.

Colt ...... Colt ......"

Above the chaotic iron wheel, a heavy seal and solidified flames seemed to turn into a jungle, blooming like a bleak red flower, gorgeous and tragic, as delicate as art.

But in it, a frightened Colt heard a hoarse voice.

"Where are you, my friend?"

The voice was hoarse, echoing in the broken flames, as if whispering in his ear: "Please go in, it's so dark here, I can't see your ......"

The two priests drew their swords and looked around, seeing several dark shadows slowly seeping out of the flames......

Colt's eyes flashed sharply, and the 'anti-tune' slashed out of his sleeve and slashed into the air.

In an instant, the music theory on the blade of the sword is ever-changing.

The music theory from the school of revelation unfolds, blends into the turbulent music theory around it, and with this slash, the flame withers, the crystals shatter, and all the music theory connections are neatly cut off, and the movement collapses.

The black shadow screamed and dissipated, and the sound stopped abruptly.

"Pretending to be a ghost. ”

Colt frowned, but felt a wet palm resting on his shoulder.

Someone silently stuck behind his back and whispered in his ear: "I'm right here, can't you see?"

For a moment, Colt looked back in astonishment, only to see a shattered corpse rising from the ground.

The corpse that was only half half left stood behind him, choking, crying, and looking up, revealing the tragic side that had been dissected, flesh and blood blurred.

"Don't be afraid. ”

It whispered in Colt's ear, giggling, "I'm just here to help someone talk......"

The cracked skull's lips opened and closed, and he murmured softly.

In the next moment, the skull shattered, blood splattered.

With a muffled sound, the mutilated corpse was nailed into the wall by a sword, and the blades trembled as if a shrill laugh continued.

There was a scream in the sky, and then a faint shadow wrapped in a green poisonous mist and disappeared.

Philip returned to the cabin with a half-burning phantom fire, and the sword-wielding priest helped him cut off the burning flesh, and soon the mutilated body grew again, intact and old.

Such a quick recovery seems to be very curative, but in fact, it is consuming the life and potential of the human body, and even the success of the Chant faction cannot save Philip's life deficit in the early years. Even though he was only sixty years old, he was already too old to be presentable.

"Let's get off the ship at the next port. ”

Philip's expression was gloomy: "It looks like we've been targeted." These madmen, those who dare to attack the Holy City!"

Colt was silent.

He stared blankly at the corpse on the wall, lost in his soul, and his ears seemed to echo that moment, and the corpse whispered softly in his ear, as if it really brought greetings from the realm of the dead.

He said, "I'm back from hell......"

"—I'm alive. (To be continued.) )