Four hundred and fifty fifth chapter electric light flint
Outside a fringe apartment in the East District, Liv looked at the pale and cold breeze that drew a pale patch in the sky. She couldn't help tightening her arms, carrying her daughter on her back, and ran forward staggeringly.
She didn't know why she, who was still healthy, suddenly contracted the disease, why her daughter, who was fine just now, had a high fever, and why they kept coughing without taking a breath, accompanied by blood and severe pain...
She did not know, and would never know, that she was so close to death for the first time, nor did she know that the wings of death were trying to snatch more lives from man-made disasters at this moment.
Of course, Liv now has no time or opportunity to consider such profound issues. She just interprets small miracles and runs forward with her overloaded body.
Cough, cough, cough! She was already staggering, her steps stiffened, and she coughed violently. Her flushed face gradually turned a terrifying purple color, and her sore joints were drained of strength by the surrounding haze.
She held her weak knees and staggered as she walked on the "busy" street. She looked at the same kind of people lying face down on the ground and fell into eternal sleep, and her eyes quickly wandered around the lake.
"Mother?"
Bang... Liv, who was carrying her daughter on her back, fell to the ground, but she was still twitching. She tried her best to lift her chin and press it against the rough asphalt ground, slowly moving forward.
In the hallucination, she could no longer hear the call from Freya, and was left with only the instinct to move on.
She looked at the pedestrians lying quietly on the ground around her, watching their despair before death gradually being twisted into smiles, and finally, the corners of her mouth also raised.
The frayed chin was trailing with blood, and she lifted it up with trembling again, then dropped it, leaning against a pair of boots with muddy edges. The hem of her black robe covered her eyes.
Suddenly, a cool breeze blew over the mother and daughter who were hugging each other. The priest, who had a face as beautiful as a woman, looked down at the girl, whose eyelashes were slightly fluttering and her cheeks were unnaturally crimson, and squatted down.
Mr. A opened his hands that were holding the girl, which were already cold, and his whole temperament changed accordingly. His beautiful face was stained with evil, and Freya in his arms seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and sucked hard.
Take a breath.
He looked at Liv who fell on the ground, and moved his eyes upward until he saw dozens of corpses lying on the road, his expression still indifferent.
"May God bless you, wretched betrayers."
...
The orange-red flame moved quickly, and in just ten seconds, it had arrived outside the Wharf Union on Paseo Street.
"Mr. Leonard, please stop for a moment."
Although Klein was a little surprised when he heard Evan Stone's words, he still stopped jumping not far from the gate.
"What's wrong?"
Evan first glanced at Kohler, who was still unconscious on his back, and then looked at Helen, who was swimming along the shadows like a python.
He looked at this "child" whose sanity did not match his age, and asked Klein:
"You should have already figured out that Helen's sequence will definitely cause big trouble if it is discovered by the official Extraordinary inside. I hope you can help me hide the fact that Helen is an Extraordinary."
"Just treat her as an ordinary girl, okay?"
An "ordinary girl" who can easily smile and taste the deliciousness of human flesh?
Klein stared at Evan for a while and lightly shrugged.
"If you can promise to keep an eye on her."
In normal times, he would certainly not hide the identity of a "Rose Bishop" from the authorities, but considering the special circumstances at this time, rather than making the relationship between the two parties stalemate and making the already difficult situation worse, it is better to pretend to be a fake person.
Tu, it’s good for everyone.
And they themselves were also rescuing ordinary civilians... Klein knocked on the union door, and a burst of air surged from the crack in the door, and he pushed the door open with a hissing sound.
Still standing in the middle of the hall, Calvin, who controlled the sealed object, wiped the sweat from both sides of his forehead. The smile on his face froze when he saw the two people behind Klein.
He looked at Evan, who was carrying the old man on his back, and Helen, who was curious about the large number of sealed objects in his hand. He caught Klein's hidden thoughts and raised his eyebrows. He suppressed the rising spirituality and controlled the circling airflow to close it.
Door.
"It's quite lucky, but I only saw these three people in the two nearby streets."
Klein, who looked normal, helped Evan lay the old Kohler flat on the ground, poured the potion gently, and explained to Calvin.
As he spoke, he pointed at Evan who had just taken off his mask, betraying him without hesitation.
"He is a wild Beyonder and can also use that sealed artifact."
Hearing this, both Calvin and Evan felt their hearts tightening. They couldn't help but touch the weapon closest to them on guard, and looked at each other warily.
Fortunately, Evan reacted first, glared at Klein with feigned annoyance, and cursed:
"As expected of the official bastard!"
"Detective Moriarty, are you sure he will cooperate?" Calvin was still wary of Evan's movements, and once again grasped the bottle mouth of the sealed object with his palm.
"His sister is an ordinary person. Believe me, he will consider his sister's safety." After glancing at Helen's delicate face, Klein made up a "reasonable" reason without even thinking, "
Even if I continue to search for survivors, there will be someone to share your stress with."
Immediately afterwards, he tossed a coin in front of everyone, showing the falling heads.
"They say that fortune tellers don't know which leg to take out without doing a fortune telling before doing something. At least judging from this fortune telling, it should be a good thing for us all if I continue to search for survivors."
He stared at Calvin, who had a tangled face, until the young man wearing glasses nodded hard and agreed with his judgment, then he smiled and snapped his fingers briskly.
boom!
The flames rose, and Klein's figure disappeared into the flames again.
At the end of Paseo Street where the Docks Union is located, a crow increased the frequency of flapping its wings and flew in another direction based on its feeling.
...
"Crimson!"
The sulfur fireball hit the ground. Leonard rolled to avoid the explosion and threw it overhead, detonating the silver charm.
The thin moonlight briefly flicked across the ground, and he jumped from the roof. The fists coming straight towards Leonard grazed his body, and the "devil" who was dragged into the dreamland smashed his head to the ground.
Feeling the loud noise coming from beside him, Leonard ignored the pain and stood up from the ground. He pressed the revolver against the "Devil's" left eye and calmly emptied the magazine.
After doing all this, he devoted his energy to helping other companions who were fighting "demons".
Twenty minutes ago, not long after they entered the sewers, they suddenly encountered a large number of crazy "demons". Although they were protected by 1-42 and another first-level sealed artifact, Red Gloves still paid a heavy price.
Only then did the whole team escape from the underground.
When they rushed to the ground, they found that what was waiting for them was not the support from the archbishop and other churches, but the huge thick fog that covered the entire eastern district with an iron-black sky, the wind of the underworld that made people feel their vitality weakened just by looking at it, and the three manipulators.
The Archbishop of the Church of Steam takes on a physical form and fights to the death with the "demon" demigod.
Looking at the lightning and hurricanes that continued to streak across the horizon but did not cause any substantial damage to "Jacks", Leonard gradually felt an indescribable despair.
He originally thought that everything Tingen had experienced would make him look down upon most of the enemies he would encounter in the future, but in front of today's "luxurious lineup", the former captain's desperate victory turned into a joke.
If any of these were placed in Tingen, they would only cause greater damage than Megoose!
"Soest, are you still unable to contact His Excellency St. Anthony?"
In the melee, Dai Li's slightly hoarse voice broke through the roars and filial piety, and shouted at the man in the trench coat who was holding a golden dagger and fighting with the "devil".
Sost opened his arms in a hurry, as if to embrace everything in front of him, and a dazzling light suddenly broke through the darkness, descended from the sky, and swallowed up several "demons" that attacked him.
His body was dripping with sweat, and his body was covered with huge blisters caused by high temperature. He replied inarticulately in Dai Li's direction.
"Not yet."
Damn it... when she didn't get a satisfactory answer, Dai Li cursed secretly in an unladylike manner, smashed several bottles of potion in front of her with a skillful movement, and also opened her arms, actively spreading her spirituality.
In an instant, the potion splashed on the ground burst into pale flames. The potion ignited by Dai Li's spirituality was filled with a wonderful and psychedelic fragrance. Several spirits of different shapes crawled out with the help of these flame channels.
For others, the wind of the underworld rising from the edge of the East District not far away may be a source of fear that cannot be looked directly at, but with the help of the wind wall that has been temporarily assimilated by the underworld, Dai Li, as the "Necromancer Tutor", can actually do better.
The driving spirit body exerts a strength close to that of a "gatekeeper".
The sparkling "lake" covered the ground, gathering a mist. The sudden silence amplified the "Requiem" and songs released by the red gloves. The ripples in the center swayed in circles, and a beautiful and illusory spirit suddenly penetrated.
When he came out of the water, his face with a sweet smile turned ferocious the moment he saw the "devil", and he let out a piercing scream.
At this time, the numerous "devils" who were originally in the upper hand were disturbed by the screams, and the "blasphemous words" in their mouths turned into frightened and monotonous voices. Their breaths were weak, and even the hard scales had softened.
trend.
The undead power attached to the wind of the underworld spontaneously came closer under the attraction of the aura of the same path. The "Lady of the Lake", which was originally only life-size, suddenly swelled, and even wearing the red gloves of 1-42 felt cool and coquettish.
The bloodstains of the ancient gods were suppressed by the paleness of the underworld. Instead, the silver-white blade cut out by the orange-red broadsword was filled with a layer of terror, and all the "demons" turned into deathly silence wherever it passed.
Seizing this opportunity, Sost looked at the slow-moving silver-white armor and raised their respective weapons. The orange-red broadsword instantly exploded into a storm of light, and pure sunlight fell near each red glove, blocking it.
This was an indiscriminate attack.
The "demons" smashed into pieces by the radiant fragments fell to the ground. Dai Li looked at the spirits that were purified together with the "demons", looked around for a week, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief after seeing no new "demons" appear.
, suddenly felt something and glanced to the side, only to find Leonard running toward him with his left hand stretched out anxiously.
The shadows under her feet suddenly rioted, and a "devil" with half of its body cut off ruthlessly opened its mouth, its blood-red eyes filled with hatred.
Old man!
With a helpless sigh, Leonard twisted his wrist, and Dai Li's standing position suddenly became confused. The "Necromancer"'s feet moved more than ten centimeters to the left out of thin air, but he was still under attack from the "devil"
under.
boom!
Without warning, the shadow that the "devil" had just jumped out of rippled again, and even moved as if alive, splitting into two tentacles entangled with illusory threads, one grabbed Dai Li's ankle and dragged her out.
, while the other whipped the "Devil" hard, causing the monster to fly upside down and hit the silver armor holding a sword in both hands.
On the roof next to the street, a figure in a maroon windbreaker watched all this. The "darkness" under his feet twisted and disappeared. When Dai Li looked at it based on her feelings, only the bare brick wall and a breeze were left.
.
...
On the streets of the East District, Klein looked at the smog that had been dyed iron black. His throat felt itchy again, and he couldn't help but want to cough.
But before he could stop and hide in the house, he saw a figure with abnormally long arms and obvious "demonic" features rushing out from the corner in front, looking panicked.
As a spiritually sensitive "divineer", he clearly felt the strong fear emanating from that "demon".
The "Apostle of Desire" who ran away in panic for unknown reasons also captured the astonishment from Klein.
But he did not choose to control this strong emotion, but took a quick glance and wanted to continue running forward.
There were several gunshots, and several bullets filled with black flames suddenly penetrated into the "Devil's" side chest, stuck in his ribs, and blasted several holes.
The "Desire Apostle" looked to the right angrily, looking at the little reptile that he had let go but was still clinging to it, he threw a few fireballs in a panic, and cursed in shock and annoyance:
"Get out of here, you bastard!"
Watching the fireball coming, Klein, who had gained rich experience from several encounters with the "Devil", calmly threw out a card, then snapped his fingers and jumped out of the flames burning beside the "Devil"
out.
Unfortunately, the "Joker's" prediction of actions is still not as fast as the "Devil's" "danger warning" of danger that almost sees through the future.
The "Apostle of Desire" grabbed Klein's neck with unusually agile movements, using his finger joints to crush him as if to crush him.
Suddenly, he seemed to have predicted something in advance, and half cried and half laughed crazily.
"You don't know at all, you don't know what's behind..."
Between crying and laughing, the "devil's" movements were strange and sluggish. Klein felt that the sharp claws covering his neck had lost their power before he could break free. His thoughts were also stagnant, and an explosive sense of crisis swept through his brain.
He is very familiar with this feeling. This is the forced control after the spiritual body thread is controlled!
Only this time, this suffocating restraint far exceeds Rosago!
He struggled to move his limbs as if they were filled with lead, and slowly reached his right hand into his trouser pocket.
"Run outside the East Side."
As his thoughts were blurred, "Mysterious"'s cold voice interrupted the upward drift of Klein's spiritual body thread. The illusory thread spreading from Klein's body closed into a loop the moment it lost control, and the "substitute" slightly raised its head.
The light is hazy, locking the interconnected lines.
Klein also seized this opportunity, used both feet to break away from the "Apostle of Desire"'s big hand, and stepped back nearly ten meters. His right hand, which had regained its sensitivity, moved to his mouth and blew the cold and soft copper whistle.
.
Hua Hua Hua.
The sound of wings flapping the air got closer and closer, and a crow landed on the head of the "Apostle of Desire" who was standing properly with a sluggish expression. Its blood-red eyes like glass balls stared at Klein, whose eyes were closed, and his body swelled and twisted.
"Back off."
The cold wind that suddenly rose rushed out from behind Klein, and the undead that rode the wind forward fearlessly launched an attack on the clinging worm in the center of the tentacle vortex.
With his eyes closed, Klein turned his head frequently, trying to see what was going on, but he didn't dare to open his eyes, until a hand filled with body temperature pulled out the copper whistle from his hand, and the surrounding area became even colder, and his mind
The constant hysterical screams of spiritual warning subsided a little, no longer interfering with the familiar gentle voice.