Bullets that shimmered with pale gold or brilliant brilliance sliced through the void one after another, hitting the head of the "Resentful Spirit" Steve.

Thanks to the "Joker's" control of his body, and thanks to the consistent marksmanship practice, Klein's six bullets with the "Purification Slash" attached to them accurately hit the same area, the same area as the previous two!

They are like fists from the Giant of Light, pounding the left cheek of the "Wronged Soul" Steve again and again!

In the thumping sound, Steve, who was entangled in strange arms and blue and black vines, and couldn't blur and dodge, kept raising his head sideways, his body trembled, and his cheekbones quickly sunken down, and broke Bai Sensen's sharp bones!

Bang!

Finally, the bullet completely shattered it, causing the dark red blood of the Sequence 5 powerhouse to splatter out, causing the bright or golden flames to continue to drill inward, burning bursts of blue-black mist.

In that divine light, Steve's clothes were set on fire, and his body quickly charred and dripping with grease.

However, he is not dead yet!

Compared to the "Secret Puppet Master" Rosago, the survivability of Sequence 5 of the xenopathic path is obviously much stronger!

However, Steve, who had been hit hard, could no longer resist the strange tugging arms, and his legs stepped forward uncontrollably, almost flying towards the bronze door, into the cracked deep gap, and at the eyes hidden in the dark depths.

At this moment, Sharon, who was sweating on her forehead, suddenly grasped her right palm.

The illusory subtle light was abruptly interrupted, and the indescribably mysterious bronze gate lost its existential roots.

It staggered, reluctantly pulling back the toothy or bloody arms and closing the gaps before Steve could enter.

Bang dang!

The door closes, and it quickly becomes transparent, and it disappears!

Steve's leaning forward body froze in place, charred and shriveled, like a dried corpse that had been burned for a long time, and even closer to a carbonized wooden stick with only embers left.

Sharon's figure, clenched into her right fist and holding the "Crimson Mooncrown", quickly blurred, took a step forward, and overlapped with Steve.

Crane lost her sight in an instant, but the blackened Steve raised his fists and slammed them into his already battered head.

Table tennis!

His head turned into a slurry like a rotten tomato, milky white spots squirting up first and then falling all around.

Accompanied by a translucent phantom, it quickly spread out and turned into a huge jellyfish-like thing, with an unreal liquid shaking and a pair of miserable white eyes condensing!

Sharon was forced out by this strange thing and resurfaced.

She poked her left hand forward, and let out a silent scream.

The ground suddenly turned black, as if it were a muddy abyssal sea, and a twisted blood-colored vine grew from it, which was divided into multiple knots, each with four fangs and one eye.

The blood-colored vine grew wildly, and in one fell swoop it fixed the jellyfish-like phantom, greedily sucking up the unreal liquid inside.

The phantom quickly collapsed, and the blood-colored vines retreated back into the muddy abyss,

But with such a delay, the headless charred Steve ran up and ran through the clearing to the exit.

He hadn't even died completely, even though he had lost his head!

Steve had just run a few steps when a crisp sound suddenly sounded in the quiet air.

Syllable!

Crane, who was wearing a black double-breasted gown and a half-top hat of the same color, stared at him sideways and snapped his fingers.

Bang!

The dirt beneath Steve's feet was violently torn apart, and crimson flames rose with it.

It spreads upwards, reaches its highest point and then falls like a beautiful firework.

In such fireworks, Steve's body was completely torn apart, and his charred hands, feet, internal organs, and flesh were scattered all over the ground, among them, a finger rolled to Klein's feet, and the brown translucent "biotoxin bottle" fell in the other direction.

The mutilated flesh that belonged to Steve's last traces squirmed a few times, and finally became calm.

In the blooming light of the fire and such a scene, Crane only felt that his spirituality became more lively, and the power in his body that was not entirely his was a little closer to a certain extent.

Following this feeling, he handed his gun to his left hand, took off the half-height silk top hat on his head with his right palm wearing black gloves, pressed it to his chest, bowed slightly to Sharon, and saluted.

Sharon's azure eyes looked over.

Her gaze crossed over to Klein and fell on Tyre and Maric the Werewolves, who were still fighting behind.

Sharon's figure disappeared at once, and the eyes of "Werewolf" Tyre immediately reflected her appearance.

Tyre froze there, black hair standing on end.

His arms lifted up with difficulty, holding his head down.

Click!

He twisted hard, and his eyes saw the spine hidden under the torn clothes.

Syllable!

Tyre twisted and pulled his head off alive again!

During the whole process, he didn't let out a single scream, and he didn't say a word.

He lifted his head, letting the blood drip down, and the body that had lost its head still stood upright.

Sharon didn't leave the werewolf Tyre right away, she seemed to be trying something.

Soon, a little bit of black-green light from Tyre's head and body precipitated, and with one of the fangs as the core, it quickly coalesced.

It seems that Miss Sharon has a way of speeding up the precipitation of extraordinary properties...... The premise should be that she possessed the target, killed the other party, and completely controlled the body...... Crane stooped down abruptly and picked up the cartridge casings that had fallen from the ground, and loaded them into the iron box one by one.

He was afraid that the follow-up investigators would find the "craftsman" and the lady who had purchased the recipes for "barbarians" and "bribes" according to the peculiarity of the bullet casings, thereby locking the gathering of the "Eyes of Wisdom" and threatening his own safety.

As for the warhead, it has long been like the material of a spell, sacrificed to the corresponding gods in holy light and flame.

Putting the revolver away, Crane was about to take a step when Sharon appeared next to the "biotoxin bottle" at an exaggerated speed, causing it to float on its own and fall into the palm of his hand.

Before Klein could think otherwise, the pale-faced lady flicked her wrist and threw a brown translucent bottle and a black-green fangs at him.

...... To save time and help me pick up the loot?Crane was stunned for a moment, instinctively pulled out a piece of paper and covered it over the two items, without direct contact!

At this time, in his sight, Sharon's complicated black court dress lost its former neatness, swaying gently in the wind, and a few strands of pale blonde hair were attached to the side of his cheeks, making Sharon feel a little more human.

Well...... This "biotoxin bottle" comes with its own lid...... I just don't know what the negative effects are...... Crane lowered his head, examined his loot, and resealed the "biotoxin bottle" with the black lid hanging from it, lest it continue to harm him.

As for the black-green fangs, they are the extraordinary characteristics left behind by the "werewolf" Tyre.

Crane watched out of the corner of his eye as he put the two items into a small tin box and used the Holy Night powder to create a spiritual wall to block their influence on the surroundings, and watched Sharon's figure disappear out of the corner of his eye, and Steve's remnants of flesh wriggled and dissolved into a nearly transparent point of light.

In the same way, he was still wary of Marić, lest the other party suddenly go crazy.

In this vigilance, he found that the healing power of the "living corpse" was indeed amazing, and the deep scars that were visible just now were basically closed at this time!

Marić also looked at him deeply, as if he remembered something and understood something.

After finishing the task in hand, Crane took a dozen detours, first picking up the square iron box dug up by the living corpse and the ghost, and then finding the Azk bronze whistle and the master key surrounded by humanoid "candles".

He glanced at it, embarrassed to find that he didn't dare to pick it up.

The effect of the "Crimson Moon Corona" is still radiating this clearing!

This was the last and least prepared preparation he had preset, so he took the time to go to the morgue of the lying hospital to test what the corpses would do and what they would do after they grabbed the Azk copper whistle, so he had a corresponding process design.

"Ahem, can you stop the effects of the Crimson Crown?" Crane turned to look at Sharon as she reappeared.

She already had a translucent doll in her hand.

Sharon didn't speak, and put the "Crimson Moon Tiara" in her other hand on her chest.

The circle of crimson gems quickly dimmed, and the light of the full moon vanished into the abandoned clearing.

Crane then bent down, pinched the ring with his fingertips, lifted the Azk copper whistle and the master key, and then put them into the square iron box with dented bullet marks, and quickly sealed them.

At the same time, Marić also went around and dealt with the scene.

Sharon picked up the small black floppy hat, and the figure first vanished before appearing in front of Crane.

"The Book of Secrets is in your guest room. Sharon said calmly.

In other words, no matter what the final outcome is, as long as I can go back alive, I can reap part of the reward, and I won't be busy in vain...... Klein smiled, bowed slightly, and said:

"Thank you for your generosity. ”

"The official extraordinaire could arrive at any moment, and it was time for us to leave. ”

Sharon nodded and said:

"Need help?"

"No, I don't. Klein chuckled, "I still have a lot of fireworks to go." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Boom, boom, boom!

The remaining bombs exploded everywhere, sending beams of flame upward.

They are clustered around the largest and most striking one in the center, dreamy and bright.

Sharon's gaze instinctively was drawn for a second, and when she looked again, Crane's figure was gone, only a beam of fire slowly dissipating.

Outside the clearing, in a small circle to the northwest, on the road that would not meet the official extraordinary, matches were lit one after another, and the flames flew red and quickly disappeared.

Crane's figure kept appearing inside them, leaping away from the West Bailang dockyard.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a bottle of special hydrosol, smeared it on his face, and gently wiped it with a piece of paper to remove all the oil paint.

Syllable!

Crane shook his wrist and burned the paper to ashes.

Then, he picked up the walking stick that he had hidden nearby, straightened his clothes, and walked out into the street like a normal person.

It wasn't long before Klein arrived at a church that read:

"Lever Church".

Because many of the congregants are not wealthy, they may not be able to rest on Sundays, and the normal day is even busier, so the churches of the major churches are open until the early hours of the morning, giving most of the congregants a chance to pray and confess.

Crane glanced up, tapped the steps with the black cane he was holding, and stepped inside.

Here, he planned to avoid the next wave of scrutiny of the surrounding crowd.

............

A few minutes later, a team of "Hearts of the Machines" appeared in the clearing surrounded by an abandoned warehouse.

There were five of them, each with a different extraordinary weapon, but their brows were furrowed by the sight of the plow.

After looking at it for a while, they solemnly threw themselves into the work of finding clues.

............

Inside the Lever Church.

Because it was not yet 11 o'clock, there were not a few people here, but none of them spoke, and the whole prayer hall was so peaceful that one did not want to break the silence.

Crane sat down in the aisle chair in the third row, leaned his black cane forward, and removed his half-height silk top hat.

Dressed in a black double-breasted gown, he clasped his hands against his chin, closed his eyes, and faced the triangular emblem at the front with an unusually calm expression.

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