The damage caused by the witch was really shocking. Although the mystic mage standing in the square could not directly see the damage, judging from the real-time satellite images, the body of the four-dimensional angel destroyed more than one building. Salomon
Once again, he was glad that he had evacuated the crowd, otherwise the locals would most likely be buried in the ruins of the building without knowing it. Out of some unknown sense of responsibility, Salomon did not allow himself to avoid it as much as possible.
Don't do it when it's time to sacrifice.
The excuse that biological and chemical weapons were leaked is tried and true. No wonder SHIELD always used this excuse when they wanted to evacuate the scene in the past. They even used this excuse when Thor's hammer fell off, which made Salomon angry.
The barbecue guy ran away.
The battle with the sage is extremely tiring, and the mental fatigue is far greater than the physical fatigue. Although Salomon has not opened many stigmata due to his resistance, he still exerted a little more force when facing such a terrifying enemy.
. He needs to constantly cast his sight into higher and deeper planes to observe the movements of the sage, and think about countermeasures, lay out traps between sword and gun collisions, and consider how to lay out the next trap after the trap is discovered. And
At the same time, his eyes in the real plane still need to keep a close eye on the enemy, and his brain needs to rely on past training to resist attacks. Therefore, when he closed the stigmata after the battle, he felt that his brain was groggy and had to use power to
The armor's life support system injected drugs to try to maintain his mental state and calm his lungs and heart, which were about to explode and were almost burned.
He needs to drink some water. The sweat circulated by the power armor cannot fully satisfy his body functions.
The Mystic Mage climbed onto the roof and cast a spell to reduce his weight so as not to collapse the house that had been ravaged by the battle between him and the Sage. The violent energy on the Holy Sword gradually eased and cooled, and the smell of ozone in the air slowly dissipated.
Just as the anger contained in his emotions gradually subsided, he took off his scarred helmet, squinted his eyes, stood next to the witch and looked at the place in the distance where dust was slowly falling.
The witch quietly stretched her neck and sniffed his wet hair.
Perhaps due to hormones, Bayonetta especially likes the smell of Salomon's sweat, just like the noble ladies of ancient Rome were passionate about the sweat of gladiators. For her, it is the best aphrodisiac. And vice versa, Salomon's sweat is the best aphrodisiac for her.
Lomon also likes the smell of Bayonetta. It always reminds him of her skin, pillows and curtains, the garden, perfume and the warm sunshine of the afternoon. Bayonetta is only slightly sweating, and the low temperature of the sky
Helping her eliminate the heat generated during the battle. He winked at Bayonetta, and the witch licked her lips in response. They both couldn't wait to end the mission.
There is no doubt that the angel of four virtues is dead. An angel whose status is lower than Madame Butterfly cannot withstand such a terrible attack. But Salomon does not think that a sage will die so easily, even if he is attacked by an angel.
The remains of the body were smashed into the ground, and the caster had enough means to escape, not to mention the sage clan who had always been shrouded in the fog of history; even if the enemy was burned hot by the angel's blood and smoke billowed out,
Even if all the living creatures in that big pit are crushed and burned, the sage still has enough means to survive, because the witch clan can do it, and the sage clan is no exception.
He chewed over the battle a few minutes ago, and always felt that the sage did not seem to fight him with all his strength. Whether it was sophisticated fighting methods or powerful summoning spells, it proved that the sage could fight better. They
The battle did not even destroy the square - according to the mystic mage's original expectation, the lovely marble statue fountain on the other side of the square was not only blown off a statue's head at this moment, but should be broken into stones. His loss
There should be more than just parts of the powered armor. He was prepared to withstand the pain of broken bones and muscle tears, and even the pain of having his internal organs minced, and then relied on the violence and brutality pumped into his veins, and relied on duty and tenacity to continue fighting.
However, none of this happened. Even the power armor still maintained its most basic functions. There was only muscle soreness and dizziness caused by excessive lactic acid and hypoxia. Although such pain is enough for ordinary people to lie in a hospital bed and heal the dissolved
Muscles and internal organs, but for Salomon this is just a high-intensity warm-up. Even if he hates stigmata, the mystic has to be grateful that he has something that can reveal his own essence. The Earth Mother God created him
At that time, knowledge and power were ranked first, although in a sense, there is actually no difference between the two.
"The sage is definitely not dead." Salomon said to the witch, "Where has that guy gone? Why doesn't he continue to attack us?"
"Let's go quickly!" the boy urged. "Whether that guy is dead or not, we have to go to the Falls Church."
Salomon glanced at him.
The boy watched the whole battle between him and the sage, faced the roar of the collision of swords and guns, and even saw the light of the stigmata. However, at this moment, he looked very healthy, not deaf, not blind, and not crazy or crazy.
Screaming, just like an ordinary little boy. The ordinaryness displayed at this abnormal moment is the most extraordinary phenomenon.
"Did you remember anything?" the Mystic asked, "I mean, about yourself. Stop lying. Have you forgotten that the Sage's target is you? Bayonetta and I risked our lives to protect you.
, in exchange, you must tell the truth. Believe me, the Waterfall Church is not difficult to find, because there is something called a mobile phone and Google Maps in this world, and we can see it even if we fly up."
Salomon's words seemed to elicit some reactions from the boy.
Although the boy thought hard, and the mystic secretly cast spells to probe his mind, the results were unclear. Even if Salomon had enough wisdom to analyze the minds of others, he could never probe a blank sheet of paper—
-The boy really couldn't remember much. The mystic only saw a boy who looked exactly like him, except for the color of his clothes, and said something to him, but both the background and the voice were blurry.
Sinking to the bottom of the pond covered with algae, the mystic heard only vague and depressing mutterings, like rolling bubbles rising to the surface with greasy and foul-smelling sludge. He had seen this scene before, and it was the first time the boy had ever seen it.
The image displayed when a headache occurs, but even the boy himself does not know what it means.
I have to say, this is quite frustrating.
"The only thing this little thing can be sure of now is that there is indeed a passage to the upper and lower planes on Fenbowent Mountain." The witch looked at the boy who was holding his head in pain and said, "Although the appearance of the sage is very unexpected,
But don’t forget that our mission is to go to hell to rescue Joan of Arc’s soul. As for why the sage wanted to kill this boy, we can talk about it later.”
Salomon put on his helmet again, and the blood-red eyepiece on the golden eagle helmet stared directly at the boy.
He stretched out his finger and pointed at the eyepiece, which meant "I will watch you." The boy snorted dissatisfiedly, but did not express any objection, because he also knew that this transaction was not fair.