In the church that was stained with blood and filled with corpses, Palmer clearly heard Borogo's words in his mind, and then a strong etheric reaction was released, and bursts of roaring sounds were heard.
Boluogo has already fought against the enemy. Judging from the fluctuations in the battle, it is two violent maniacs getting together.
In fact, Palmer quite likes fighting violent maniacs, so you don't have to worry about guessing anything, just try your best to kill the opponent.
But now in the deserted church, Palmer's intuition told him that there was an invisible assassin hiding inside, and he had to find him before he killed him.
The wind howled, and the howling wind filled with ether filled the room. It is said that the smelly old men at home, when the secret power is fully deployed, can judge the position and status of the enemy through the airflow they breathe.
Unfortunately, Palmer is only a first-stage condenser. He is unable to control and perceive the wind more sophisticatedly. He only hopes that the surging wind can temporarily disturb the enemy, and in a state where the storm is gathering momentum, Palmer
Ermo can also release secret energy more quickly.
"Aetheric obscuration?"
Palmer couldn't guess the opponent's school of occult energy for the time being. After all, many schools can hide their whereabouts, such as controlling light and distorting it, or the body-enhancing school to hide themselves.
But what is certain is that the other party must possess the ability of etheric shielding, otherwise the high ether reaction will easily expose the other party.
Thinking of this, Palmer had a headache. Since becoming a debtor, he has been somewhat passive in his work, and he has also put aside his own improvement.
Now everything is finally on the right track... Although in my opinion, this right track is simply evil, but it is more or less a stable job, and I should take it seriously.
"It's really troublesome..."
The moment Palmer complained, a cold arrow shot through the air. It shot out silently, but it still caught Palmer's attention.
The strong wind is his domain. Small changes in this domain are difficult to attract Palmer's attention, but such a rapid and fatal advance is difficult not to notice.
But it was discovered that it took time. In the time it took Palmer to notice and respond, Leng Jian was approaching. Palmer used all his strength to twist his body, and the howling wind was also hindering Leng Jian's progress.
In the end, the cold arrow that was supposed to penetrate the body passed by Palmer's body. His clothes were torn, and bursts of sparks burst out from the contact point. It was the iron-wearing suit that protected his body from being cut by the cold arrow.
The cold arrow was nailed to the statue behind him. The arrowhead was filled with a dark will of death and was poisoned.
Palmer was not surprised by this. Poison quenching is the basic operation of assassins. For these guys hiding in the dark, silent cold arrows and poison are the best partners.
But this also means one thing. As long as the assassins' whereabouts are exposed, their threat will be greatly reduced.
Palmer immediately picked up the body of a cultist with a folding knife. The body was cut in half in mid-air, and then the strong wind eroded the body and spilled scarlet blood to the ground.
Thanks to Borogo's violent behavior, the place was filled with fresh corpses. While Palmer was alert to the surroundings, he cut off one corpse after another. A large amount of blood was slapped on the wall by the howling wind.
The already eerie and scarlet church became even more eerie at this moment. The red rainwater scattered in all directions until a few drops of blood stagnated in the air and failed to fall.
"Got you!"
Palmer shouted happily, pulled the trigger, and a thunderous sound erupted.
The large-caliber warhead was pushed by the gunpowder, and the strong wind turned in an instant, as if an invisible wall of air was hitting the assassin.
Secret Energy·Wind Source does not have the ability to directly kill, but like Secret Energy·Conscripted Hand, it is a very malleable secret energy. It has huge potential and can be extended to different subdivisions.
The howling wind makes it difficult for those inside to breathe, and makes it difficult to open their eyes. Even if they can overcome all this, the strong wind will still drag debris on the ground, making the enemy's field of vision chaotic and difficult to fight.
Observe the trajectory of the warhead.
The assassin quickly moved his position, and when the blood stuck to his body, he understood Palmer's intention.
The bullet landed on the wall behind him and made a hole. You can imagine how much trauma the bullet would cause when it landed on a flesh and blood body.
The assassin thought he was safe, but then another gunshot followed his footsteps.
He tried to see Palmer's figure clearly, but he was the core of the hurricane. Thousands of blood drops and debris surrounded him. Now the invisible wind had a solid trajectory against the backdrop of these debris.
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Then the gun was pointed at himself again.
The assassin knew why he was exposed. The wind that surrounded him took on a physical form. In Palmer's eyes, a large object appeared out of thin air, blocking the flow of the wind and cutting through the flying blood drops and debris.
"It's better to be from a big family!"
Palmer shouted loudly and pulled the trigger a third time, and thunder erupted.
As the heir of the Clerks family, since Palmer was implanted with the secret energy and wind source, he has conducted a lot of training on the secret energy and wind source.
Since the beginning of the Klekes family, they have been entrenched in the wind source highlands, chasing the howling wind. The secret energy of the wind source has been passed down since then to the present. After the changes of the years, each generation of the Klekes family will
Write down your own experience of the secret energy and source of wind, and then teach future generations.
For this reason, Palmer had already become familiar with how to operate the secret energy and wind source against different types of enemies during training.
The third bullet grazed the assassin, cutting his skin and bringing out a large amount of blood. Even his own secret energy flashed out, and his vague figure emerged in the strong wind.
Palmer frowned. It could be seen that the assassin knew that he could not assassinate Palmer. He was preparing to move his position. The most troublesome thing was that this guy was much faster than Palmer expected. Even if he
The assassin was suppressed, but the shot still failed to hit.
He made a decisive decision. Palmer stepped forward, actively closing the distance between him and the assassin, aiming the revolver in his hand at the fast-moving figure.
Suddenly the assassin turned around. He was about to flee out the door, but then he turned back suddenly and raised the hand crossbow in his hand. Their eyes met.
Shoot a cold arrow and pull the trigger.
The two intersected, and then separated. The cold arrow whizzed past Palmer's ear, tearing off several hair strands, and blood exploded on the assassin's shoulder. The projectile did not hit completely, it was just a scratch, but it still had a trace of blood.
There was a lot of blood.
"Looks like luck has the upper hand today."
Palmer was so relaxed in his words, but he was a little panicked in his heart. If he had been unlucky just now, the cold arrow might be stuck in his chest now.
The cylinder rotates and the fifth bullet is seated.
The assassin realized that he was outmatched and stopped making any counterattack. At this time, he was very close to the door. With his speed, it was difficult for Palmer's gun to hit him, but suddenly he heard some strange noises.
There was a hint of discordant tone in the sonata of the strong wind, and then the tone became high-pitched and harsh, flashing past him.
The assassin's figure tilted and fell to the ground uncontrollably. He didn't understand what happened, and then he saw his broken tendons and the flying knife that was stained with blood and nailed into the ground.
when?
The assassin didn't understand, but he soon recalled the moment when the strong wind blew and his vision was limited. From then on, the flying knife slipped into the wind.
The fifth gunshot sounded, and the assassin seemed to be hit by an invisible punch. After a brief tremor, the bullet penetrated the body and broke out.
He rolled around on the ground a few times, apparently dead, and the glow of the alchemical matrix also dimmed.
There is still a sixth bullet left in the revolver, and this bullet is an expensive alchemical warhead.
It seemed that Palmer had saved the warhead, but his expression was not relaxed. Recalling his previous judgment of these cultists, he always felt that it would not end so easily.
Cautiously approaching the corpse, Palmer kept holding the gun, pointing the gun at the corpse's head. Even if it wasn't an alchemical bullet, the original power of the revolver was enough to beat his head into blood.
Waves of madness surrounded the corpse, which had never happened to the corpses of other cultists. Palmer could even faintly hear the sound of flesh and blood crawling.
The next moment, the assassin suddenly burst out. Palmer should have pulled the trigger, but when he thought about it, which was equivalent to half a month's wages, his face darkened, his heart became furious, and he hit the assassin's head with the butt of his gun, causing blood to flow.
The assassin pulled out the sharp dagger, and Palmer also swung the folding knife. The metals collided with each other, and sparks burst out.
While fighting, the madness became clearer and clearer. At this time, Palmer could clearly see what the assassin was eating. He was biting scarlet flesh and blood in his mouth. This was what he had seen from when he fell.
bit off from the corpse beneath him.
Flesh and blood seemed to be a delicacy to him, and while eating, his own injuries were healing quickly, and even fatal injuries were alleviated.
This phenomenon made Palmer more sure of his thoughts. He actually met these bastards from the Orangutan Sect.
Before he could curse, the assassin approached with a knife, but at this moment the roaring vibrations continued, making the entire church tremble, and then the ceiling collapsed and large pieces of masonry fell.
The fight between the two came to a standstill. No words were needed. Palmer raised his foot and kicked the assassin in the chest. The guy didn't react for a moment and was kicked to the ground. When the assassin got up, Palmer
He had already disappeared, and then heavy bricks and stones fell down, completely covering the assassin.
After the turbulent smoke dispersed, Boluogo stood on the ruins, with a roaring bear covered in silver nails under his feet.
