It was only then that the people around finally reacted......

They didn't even have time to look back at the direction the bullet came from, and who fired the life-and-death shot at such a critical moment, and could only suppress the incomparable shock and joy in their hearts, constantly thanking for this gift from God.

Airplanes! Airplanes! Airplanes!

The steam armor that was still pouring heat just now immediately started running again, and the high temperature brought out by the turbine steamed the surrounding rain curtain into a cloud of white mist, and all the guards activated the battle mode again at the first time!

They are the most devout believers of the Holy See, and their lives are consumables for the Holy See, so even if their limbs have been wounded, broken, and shattered by the battle just now, and some steel has been inserted into their abdominal cavities, as long as the enemy is still there, and the clergy on high still need protection, then they cannot rest, let alone be healed; Even if the high temperature that did not dissipate penetrated the heavy armor, like a piece of hot soldering iron, burning his body, roasting, sticking, and sizzling the skin, he still couldn't escape!

...... However, these equipment are too heavy after all, and after such a fierce battle just now, the turbines that cannot dissipate heat cannot gather enough power again to drive the thick steel that is more than three meters high, and even the most basic curved arms and legs cannot be raised.

Farther away, the abyssal creature summoned by Deacon Badr had completely lost its vitality, collapsing all over its body, leaving only a festering skin, and the spider finally had a moment to breathe, and at this moment, its eight slender feet began to dance wildly, desperately rushing in the direction of the old priest, its huge belly squirming violently, it should be trying its best to produce spider silk.

However, this abyssal creature is not good at short-distance rapid movement, and it has already used up all its spider silk because of the battle, and it can't produce more for a while.

As for Catherine on the bell tower, although she has a terrifying ability to kill instantly, at this time, her contract creatures have been hit hard, and she herself has been counterattacked, so she can only lean against the wall covered with vines with difficulty, and forcibly do not faint to death.

So in these few short seconds, it was dramatic that no one could really attack Deacon Badr, let alone protect the old priest.

In a pool of blood, the emaciated body crawled up.

At this time, it was even thinner than the skin and bones just now, almost completely called a skeleton, and large swaths of skin had also turned into nourishment, falling off one after another, revealing the dry muscle lines that were almost broken inside.

In this way, even the beautiful girl who can heal everything, His Excellency Florence Nightingale himself, will not be able to save her life.

It's going to die.

But it still goes crazy, roaring, longing to destroy and be destroyed!

The rain dyed the long street blood-red, and in the midst of this glass-like streetscape, a figure quietly crossed a pile of sparse corpses......

As I said before, Sherlock is not so fast compared to the contractor, but it is incomparably supple and weird, and every movement seems to be extremely accurate, whether it is running, crossing, or even the distance of every step, it seems to have been calculated countless times.

The black shabby trench coat flew quietly behind him, and he raised his hand strangely, and between his pale fingers was a pistol that could be seen everywhere.

Maybe it's his own, maybe he picked it up somewhere on the battlefield...... It doesn't matter.

In short, in the high-speed movement, this gun is strangely extremely stable, and the pitch-black muzzle suddenly bursts into a bright light without warning! Bang! Bang! Bang! Three bullets poured out.

But the three bullets flew to three different places, not even aiming at anything, as if they were shooting at random into the dark night and rain.

At the same time, Deacon Badr had already sprang out of a pool of blood, and his whole body was like a burned filament, and he threw himself towards the nearest old priest...... There is only one thought left in his mind now———— kill the other party!

However, it was such a terrifying culling again, but it was suddenly stopped again.

Because on the path of his forward pounce, three bullets appeared strangely, and his speed was very fast, and he crossed two of them thrillingly, but he couldn't avoid the third shot, and even, in order to avoid the first two, he sent himself into the firing position of the third bullet; In short, the fragile shoulder was hit again, and the yellowed bones were directly blown apart!

In the next few seconds, more than a dozen gunshots rang out one after another, and it was so unbelievable that Deacon Badr was suppressed in place!

It's just a gun.

In normal times, the power of this ordinary bullet would hardly affect the actions of Deacon Badr, but it was when the oil ran out and the lamp was desperate......

The horrific effects of sacrifice continue to consume the user's life; His brain was boiling, his bones were shaking, and the only nerves and muscles that remained were spasming.

The absolutely insane effect of 20 seconds was actually limited by a pistol just like that! Forcibly procrastinate all your lives!

Until this moment, Sherlock's body finally ghostly rushed into the dazzling light of the searchlight, his hand was still very steady, his expression was still calm, and he even felt that his eyes had not blinked from the beginning to the present, it was so weird and focused on pulling the trigger, so focused that the guards around him subconsciously did not dare to approach him, for fear of disrupting his rhythm of suppressing Deacon Badr.

The gunfire continued, and Sherlock had already walked in front of Badr step by step, and the gunfire burst out at a distance from him.

Shoulder armor, knees, elbows, ribs, spine, eye sockets.

Almost all key positions have to be bombarded by several bullets until they are all shattered, without a trace of mercy, and do not give the other party the slightest chance to break up.

In silence, all the bullets were gone, and there was almost nothing left on the ground with shattered entrails and bones.

Sherlock didn't stop, he picked up an armor-standard handsaw next to him intently, and aimed the blade at the slumped head......

Without a power drive, the saw couldn't turn, but Sherlock didn't care.

He began to smash, sawing back and forth with saws! Until after chiseling it out with a big hole, it slammed! 'Poof', poke your hand in, like poking into a ripe watermelon, and then grab the watermelon pulp and stir it all the way!

In the sound of heavy rain, the harsh and sticky disgusting sound seemed to be able to travel far away, making everyone who heard it feel uncomfortable!

Anyway, Sherlock was stirring and tearing, his shoulders twisting and writhing until everything he could touch his fingers was a white pulp.

...... He finally stopped the mad movement in his hand and slowly stood up.

Turning his head, he smiled brightly and contagiously in the searchlight line that fell from the sky.

"Okay, now you can rest assured."

(Thank you for the review of the unqualified places, now that the change is complete, the fruit should be OK, than the heart~)