His movements were not fast, and compared to those who contracted him, it was almost as if he was slowing down.

But his movements were so silent, and without paying attention, he completely disappeared into the night.

At the moment when Sherlock disappeared, the old man, who had just relaxed his spirit, suddenly trembled, and seemed to have discovered something, staring at the depths of the billowing smoke with an incredulous look.

Above the sky, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky at an inopportune time.

The old priest's aged body suddenly erupted with a roar!

"Running !!!!"

Without warning.

Don't know who he's going to let run? Where to run? How to run? Why run?

He wasn't even sure if he really wanted to say the word 'run', maybe at this moment, he could only reflexively condense all his words and shock into a random pronunciation.

However, he was still too slow.

In the thick smoke, a withered figure suddenly appeared, covered in blood, like a withered branch swaying helplessly in a torrential rain,

But the speed of the figure was so fast, so fast that it was beyond people's thoughts, but the sight caught his small body, and saw that he was carrying a pitch-black spike more than a meter long in his hand, making a gesture of throwing it into the air.

Helplessly, all of this is just an image of the light shining into the pupil, and no one's brain can react in any way.

"Bang!" A bang.

The blood-sparkling slender arm erupted with an unbelievable force, until there was a blast in the air, which was the sound of a strange force whipping the air, and the spike in his hand pierced the entire long street like a pitch-black light, and before everyone had time to make a shocked expression, it had already penetrated the huge vine above the bell tower.

"Bang!" again There was an explosion. The sporangia in the center of the plant exploded in an instant, and the black-green sap stuck to you inside was like a disgusting firework!

If the contract creature is injured, then the contract creature will be greatly counterattacked, so Catherine on the side fell to her knees miserably almost at the same time, spurting a large amount of blood from her mouth.

And that wasn't the end of it, because by the time the explosion spread, the alien body had already burst out of the smoke and leaped straight towards the unsuspecting old priest.

It was only at this time that the roar of lightning came, and heavy rain fell from the sky, and some people who did not react quickly finally saw the whole picture of the figure!

It was supposed to be Lord Badr, for he still had the tattered blood-red deacon's robes, but his appearance was completely out of his original form.

It can even be said that only the most basic bones and skin remain, and the original strong muscles have completely disappeared at this time, and only the outline of the body can be vaguely seen in the wide and drooping robe, and the dry bones are matched by the head with the scalp drooping, and the bright red and violent terrifying eyeballs.

When the old priest saw the other party in such a form, his eyes immediately split, because he thought of a possibility in an incredible way: the reason why the other party was able to explode with such a terrifying lethality in this near-death situation was because...... Is he sacrificing everything he has?

All that is said here is, of course, all that he still possesses, including muscles, internal organs, mental power, and even the life of his contracted creatures; It was precisely because of this sacrifice that all the musculature in his body was turned into crazy nutrients in an instant, making him extremely thin and terrifying.

And this kind of sacrifice method of destroying the body and the gods comes from a potion developed by the Holy See and the [Academy of Life Sciences].

Extremely precious, according to legend, only the most devout clergy can obtain it.

However, isn't this agent still in the development stage?

Why does Badr have a bottle in his hand?

He stole it? Or did he get it quietly through some connections, and even said that he was willing to use himself as an experimental subject?

The old priest could not guess at all, in short, this sudden turn of events was completely unexpected by him,

It was precisely because of this that the old priest was shocked, but he could only reflexively widen his eyes, witnessing the strange and distorted thin body approaching him in an instant.

That body was so miserable, too thin, and the desperate lethality of burning all the nutrients in exchange for it made him have no extra strength to protect himself, but it was such a body, as long as it touched the priest, the latter would be instantly smashed and shattered! Then, the remnants of the madness will drive the withered body, doing everything in its power to slaughter and destroy all the life around it, until it is also shattered.

Everything happened so fast, in fact, until this moment, the heavy rain had just crossed the gap between the sky and the ground, crackling and smashing on the long street, stirring up the blood all over the ground into puddles of foul-smelling mud.

No one could have imagined that this would be the case, and naturally no one was prepared.

Not Catherine, not the old priest, not all the papal guards around.

...... Wait a minute!

There seems to be a person who has.

......

Just listen to a soft sound in the rain.

It was the sound of a bullet coming out of the chamber, and under the continuous violent roar just now, this gunshot was so crisp and pleasant.

The inconspicuous bullet traveled through the street, through the smell of blood everywhere, through the wreckage of several steam armors and the rotten flesh that was crushed, and by the way, it shattered a few drops of rain, and finally, it slammed into the chest of the emaciated body that came in an instant!

There wasn't much of a sound at this moment, and Deacon Badr didn't even scream.

Because after he swallowed the potion, reason was also part of the sacrifice, so at this time it had almost no ability to sense pain.

However, because there were no solid muscles to cushion and protect, the impact of the bullet collided with its own terrifying speed, and the instantaneous shock made the thin figure stumble, and the slight deflection under the high-speed movement was like a speeding train that suddenly derailed, booming and overturning, and then rolling wildly in the sticky blood plasma all over the ground.

On the other side of the rain curtain, Sherlock stood with a gun, his hair washed and scattered down his cheeks, his face frozen white by the cold night wind.