There were no verbal warnings, no deterrent strikes, and the armoured, weapon-wielding Inquisitors locked on to Chef and Thomas as soon as they burst into the room.

Extraordinary spiritual light illuminated the dark room, and the pages of the sacred tome scattered and stuck to the walls with the air current, and the holy light flickered, forming an enchantment that separated the inside and outside in an instant; The blessed silver bolts screeched through the air, dragging chains of supernatural strength to nail Thomas's joints and bind him firmly in place; Immediately after, as the two holy sailor grenades were thrown, the transcendent blow of the saint's miracle six-color sung by the inquisitors followed, drowning the figures of the two.

The roar of the explosion was deafening, and the billowing waves of air blew out, and the strong wind blew the iron hooks hanging in the air and the knives collided with each other, leaving a crisp collision sound.

The room was filled with dust that obscured the view, and debris was flying around the room due to the explosion.

The captain gave the order unhurriedly.

Activate the Tactical Aids!

The inquisitors silently pulled down the mask of the knight's helmet, and the transcendent runes engraved on the inside of the armor lit up one by one, the energy circuit was established, and the transcendent power surged; The breeze barrier filters out the dust from the air, and after a brief period of darkness, the image of the house reconstructed by the transcendent technique gradually stabilizes and becomes clearer.

In the dust, a sturdy figure stood quietly.

Don't move! Drop your weapon and crouch down with your head in your hands!

When the first round of crushing and deadly transcendent strikes was completed, the captain's loud warning echoed through the kitchen, and the inquisitors remained on alert, but did not continue the pursuit.

For the Inquisition, which is on the front lines of the battle against heretics, cultists, and demons, whether the enemy is being attacked or not, and whether the attack will harm the innocent is never a priority.

Only dead heretics are good heretics.

This sentence of the Grand Inquisitor is regarded as a classic by all the inquisitors, and the Pope gives the Inquisition great power to monitor and clear out heresies inside and outside the Church, so the Inquisitor has always been a master who can use force and is incomparable.

If it weren't for the fear of hurting their allies, I'm afraid they would have directly blasted the arrows for a round of firepower, instead of being armed with the Holy Silver Crossbow Arrows, which only sissies would use.

The captain looked at the scattered smoke and dust, through the transcendent filter, a tower-like figure stood straight in the dust and mist, he silently gestured to the inquisitors beside him to signal vigilance, and waited for several inquisitors to quietly change their deadly crossbow arrows and aim at the figure, before he opened his mouth again and warned: The Inquisition is doing things, and the idle people are squatting in place with their heads in their hands, don't do too much!

However, the figure in the dust neither responded nor moved, and the room remained eeriely dead, only the constantly flying dust was slowly falling.

This eerie silence only lasted for a moment, and the huge figure in the dust and mist moved, accompanied by the crisp sound of chains colliding, a flash of knife light flashed out from the depths of the dust, and the knife light pierced through the dust mist, and several pointed kitchen knives flew out of the smoke, straight to the face door of the inquisitor captain.

The captain behaved calmly and calmly, as if he had been mentally prepared for a long time.

Whoosh!

The trigger was pulled, the mechanism was touched, and the crossbow string pulled to the full moon was liberated, and the long-accumulated elastic potential energy was instantly transformed into kinetic energy, enveloping several deadly crossbow arrows with a light sound that pierced the air, and the last shot came first, each crossbow arrow crashed into the sharp knife that broke through the air with no error.

Sparks flickered, metal and iron clashed, and the spiked knives that had lost their sights shot out in a whirlwind, bouncing off the ceiling and the ground a few times before falling to the ground, but these were mere feints.

The strong wind blew away the smoke screen, and Thomas held two chains that were the thickness of ordinary people's calves, and waved the chains with brute force, sweeping with a powerful force like a python's tail, and the inquisitors who were guarding the captain's side reacted very quickly, and formed a human wall in front of him in a flash!

One by one, the transcendent runes lit up, and heavy chains burst out on the inquisitors' breastplates that radiated transcendent aura

There was a low, dull sound like a bell.

Under the dual protection of extraordinary strength and armor, the inquisitors who formed the human wall were not only not directly beaten into meat sauce, but also bounced back the chains, but the power of the shock still made the formation inevitably a little chaotic.

At this moment, a relatively short figure also rushed out of the dust mist&ash;&ash; but in the opposite direction.

Damn it! Why did the Inquisition come to your door! Chef shimmered with a gray aura, and taking advantage of the precious time Thomas had gained, he stumbled and kicked open the small door used to escape, and shouted to his companions: Thomas! This way! Hurry up!

But the figure in the storm was unmoved, and continued to wave the chains with a brute force, forming a storm and chain whip shadows

No need

The roar of Thomas's urn loomed in the wind.

Boss, run by yourself.

Chef watched as Thomas single-handedly blocked the Inquisitor's attack, hesitated for less than a second before rushing out of the escape door and into the depths of the alley.

Don't let them run. The captain's annoyed voice echoed through the room.

Click&ash;&ash;

The crossbow is wound.

Pull the trigger.

Crossbow bolts burst out of the air.

Guided by supernatural power, the silver runic bolts arced in arcs, skilfully bypassing Thomas's blockade and striking Chef's unsuspecting back.

Ahem

Even though there were extraordinary items that blocked most of the damage of the rune crossbow arrows, Chef was still shocked by the power of the rune crossbow arrows, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground in the sprint.

< was in severe pain as if it had been displaced, but driven by a strong desire to survive, the chef seemed to have completely forgotten the pain that burst from his body, and still stood up with his hands and feet, and ran towards the corner of the alleyway.

Thomas also gave up the idea of chasing while the opponent was loading the crossbow arrows, and instead swung the chain to shatter the walls and floors, kicking up more dust that obscured the view indoors, and at the same time blocking the escape door with his huge body to buy more time for the chef to escape.

Click.

Crossbow bolts are reloaded.

A third volley of crossbow bolts followed.

Thomas's forehead burst with bruises, his teeth clenched, and he roared like a beast, and once again danced the two heavy chains, creating a storm of wind and chain whips in the kitchen.

Jingle Bell &ash;&ash;

The sound of gold and iron clashing was endless, and countless crossbow arrows were shot down by chains, but there were still dull soft sounds from his body one after another, and the crossbow arrows dragging tricky trajectories easily pierced through his flesh and blood, leaving deep blood holes on his body.

Thomas was angry, the tiger's mouth cracked, blood dripped down the chains to the ground, his hands trembled uncontrollably and could barely hold the chains, if he hadn't twisted the chains around his hands a long time ago, I am afraid that the chains would have been knocked away because of the force in the confrontation just now.

The footsteps behind him were fading away, getting fainter and weaker.

Click.

However, there was not much time for him to breathe, and the crisp sound of the crossbow resounded through the room like a nightmare.

Hmm&ash;&ash;

But as if the fat boy had been stimulated by the potential for ferocity, after confirming that the chef had successfully escaped, he roared and abandoned all defenses, no longer clinging to the beatings, and swung his chains and slammed them against the walls on either side of the kitchen.

The load-bearing wall, which had been violently struck several times by the chains in several encounters, finally could not withstand the ravages and collapsed violently, and the collapse of the wall also affected the stability of the ceiling, and most of the ceiling also collapsed together, and the large pieces of cement that collapsed not only blocked the attack trajectory of most of the crossbow arrows, but also buried many inquisitors alive under the rubble and cement, causing a lot of confusion in the inquisitor team.

And this moment of mixing

chaos has become an opportunity for him to fight back.

The knife slashed out, and the meat cleaver tore through the smoke screen, and went straight to the inquisitor captain who was already alone.

But his broadsword froze less than a centimeter in front of the inquisitor captain's forehead, as if it was blocked by an invisible barrier, and he could not advance an inch.

He couldn't cut it anymore.

The smoke cleared, and the silver glittering chains wrapped around his limbs at some point, and his neck and torso were tied together by several chains, and his head was bruised and his eyes bulged, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not cut off the last centimeter.

The transcendent chains that 'grew' from the wounds held him in place.

Motionless.

The remaining Inquisitors swarmed up, and countless weapons with extraordinary light stabbed into Thomas's body, nailing him to the ground.

Moments later, in the half-ruined Lecter Restaurant.

After disposing of Thomas properly, an inquisitor approached the captain.

Captain, another escaped.

Giovanni ignored his subordinates' reports, and instead looked in the direction where the ceiling had not yet collapsed &ash;&ash; there hung all sorts of knives and hooks for hanging meat.

Years of experience as an inquisitor reminded him that he seemed to be missing something important.

The elite inquisitor silently stretched out his finger and touched one of the meat hooks in front of him.

Sticky to the touch, not yet solidified.

The rusty surface of the hook was soaked with a slippery, dark red liquid, and the blood was captured by gravity and fell into a small pool of blood beneath the hook.

Tick, tick, tick.

The rhythmic sound of dripping water and indescribable whispers resounded in his ears, and Giovanni looked around, his gaze falling on the small escape door that had been kicked open, guided by the revelation.

The pages of the Holy Book, which should have been clinging to the door, were scattered all over the ground, covered with slippery and blasphemous remnants of power, and it was clear that the barrier had been quietly destroyed.

It wasn't because Chef escaped and kicked the door was destroyed, but before he could kick the small door, the barrier was quietly destroyed by some kind of blasphemous force.

Giovanni immediately began to recall every detail he saw.

The memory kept going back like a page, and finally froze at the moment when it rushed into the room, and in the casual glance that rushed into the room, there was indeed a third person in addition to Chef and Thomas, two high-threat units with weapons.

A tortured young man is hung from a meat hook that looks like a pig to the slaughter.

The whisper in his ears sounded again, and the elite inquisitor finally confirmed the guess in his heart, narrowed his eyes, and said in a calm tone: No, there is another person who has escaped.

The Lord has sent down a revelation that the one who escapes is the target we are looking for.

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