Chapter 82 Rose Bishop
After being strengthened by "Thirst for Blood", "Phantom Phosphorus Eruption" exploded into a ball of purple-black flames in the air, most of which directly hit Mr. C, making a sound like water splashing into a boiling oil pan.
The remaining light powder burning with black flames either floated in the air or fell to the ground, burning the flesh and blood scattered on the ground.
The strange black flames bypassed his black robe, burning all exposed skin, then spread along the inside of his clothes, quickly spreading throughout his body. Even though this gentleman seemed unconcerned about being hit by the bullet, he couldn't help but let out a sharp scream when his whole body was set on fire by the black flames.
He rolled on the ground, trying to dive into the shadows like before and eliminate the black flames, but the iron law of the seal "Hand of Proclamation" was still in effect within a radius of 30 meters, and he was "forbidden to sneak into the shadows."
"Hmph, 'Rose Bishop'."
Clement took a step forward and stood beside Angel, his left hand still half-raised, ready to snap his fingers again to activate the extraordinary power of the seal. His right hand drooped limply, swaying back and forth as his body moved.
It seems that the explosion just now did cause him considerable damage.
"This amount of damage won't kill a Sequence 6. Quickly attack again with your Beyonder weapon."
Angel also saw that although Mr. C was in a terrible state, he had not suffered any fatal injuries.
At present, the only thing that the two of them could do to him was the black flame attack emitted by the "Thirsty Blood" in their hands. She hurriedly threw out the magazine, ejected the shell, and reloaded a combination of a set of demon hunting bullets and "Phantom Phosphorus Eruption". This time, she turned the magazine in advance and moved the "Phantom Phosphorus Eruption" to the upper left corner to facilitate the first attack.
With the crisp sound of the bullet shell hitting the ground, Mr. C, the "Rose Bishop" who was curled up on the ground, suddenly raised his head. His face, which had been burned into a ball by the black flames, turned towards the two people and muttered:
"You reptiles... How dare you... Haha... Let's die together..."
"Flesh bombs are prohibited here."
Mr. C's hunched body had already swelled violently, as if it was being stretched from the inside, with his skin and tissues breaking apart inch by inch. However, with Clement's cold announcement, the "flesh bomb" that was halfway through was forcibly stopped, making his behavior extremely ridiculous.
"puff--"
Like a punctured water bag, the surface of Mr. C's swollen body burst, and the flesh and blood inside spilled all over the ground. Strangely, the bones and internal organs seemed to have disappeared, leaving only dark red, constantly wriggling pieces of flesh.
These pieces of flesh and blood that were supposed to become bombs were now scattered over an area of several square meters, emitting a sweet and fishy smell of blood. The flesh pieces on the periphery slowly squirmed and gathered towards the center, connecting into one piece, as if they were about to transform into a human form again.
"It's nothing more than these few tactics: sneaking into the shadows, using flesh bombs. The Aurora Society's divine messengers are no more than that."
Clement's somewhat arrogant voice came, he turned around and looked at Angel, his pale face full of confidence.
"Don't just stand there, kill him quickly. Once this guy recovers, the two of us won't be able to defeat him."
So you knew you couldn't win? I thought you were so confident you were ready to challenge the true god...
Angel cocked the cylinder of "Thirsty Blood", bypassed Clement who still had his sanity, opened the hammer, and the push rod automatically pushed "Phantom Phosphorus Eruption" to the ready-to-fire position.
Pouring her remaining spiritual energy into "Thirsty Blood", she raised her pistol, aimed at the mass of flesh that was almost taking shape, and pulled the trigger.
Bang--
Blood splattered, and blood beads flew past Angel's eyes as if in slow motion. She first felt her right hand holding the gun being pushed sideways, and then the sluggish nerves transmitted the pain in her forearm to her brain.
Someone shot himself in the arm... Was it Clement?
She shifted her gaze and saw Clement beside her, also with a look of surprise. He was wearing a sealed glove on his left hand, and his right hand was injured, so he was not holding any weapon.
Who could that be?
At the end of her sight, Mr. C's torn flesh and blood suddenly accelerated the speed of aggregation.
No, I have to solve this big problem first...
Angel endured the pain in his arm and tried to pull the trigger, but the gunshot wound on his right forearm injured the muscle that bends his index finger, and the trigger that he could have easily pulled now felt extremely heavy.
“Snap—”
There was a snap of fingers, and the seal on Clement's left hand was reactivated. He looked into the distance, as if he had discovered the attacker and was about to use the power of "2-031" to fight back.
Then I will be responsible for dealing with this Mr. C...
Angel gritted his teeth to suppress the pain in his arm, placed his left hand on the "Thirsty Blood", and transferred all his spiritual power into this magical item through his hands. Sticky blood oozed from the surface of the revolver, and a strong bloody smell instantly filled the underground space.
Using her left index finger to pull the trigger, she used the charged attack of "Thirst for Blood" to fire the last bullet in the magazine, the large-caliber "Phantom Phosphorus Eruption". The bullet, dragging black flames, shot into the piece of flesh that had regrouped and was wriggling to regain its human form.
At the same time, she took advantage of the recoil, which was several times greater than usual, and leaned back to avoid the second bullet shot at her from the dark.
"Mr. C", who was reassembled from the scattered flesh and blood, stretched out his unformed arms like tentacles and stroked the bullet holes in his body caused by "Thirst for Blood".
The next second, purple-black flames gushed out from all parts of his body and surrounded him.
The wriggling flesh and blood deformed and melted in the black flames. They tossed up and down, trying to resist the force that could burn living things and spirits, but they had wasted too much energy in the previous battle and were no longer able to repair themselves.
Soon, the clumped pieces of meat separated again and collapsed, turning into unidentified objects with a charred surface, flowing like burning asphalt.
"No firearms allowed here."
Clement's voice sounded at the right time.
He did not look at the Rose Bishop who had turned into a charred pool, but instead cast his gaze towards the depths of the cellar, where a side door had been opened.
A man wearing a peaked cap and a long trench coat thrust his left hand into his pocket, his other hand holding a revolver. Through his thick-rimmed glasses, he cast a sharp gaze at the two men. By this time, all the lights in the cellar had gone out, the remaining black flames nearly consuming themselves. Across Mr. C's body, the three men exchanged glances.
"puff--"
There was a flash of flame, and Tomac's figure disappeared.
"Is this the Beyonder who defected from the Mechanical Heart? Can his magical item use fire to teleport? It seems so-so. Once his firearms are banned, he will be completely useless."
Take down the seal first before you say that...
Angel looked at Clement in silence as he was talking big. The latter had already used the power of the "Hand of Declaration" three times in a short period of time. At this time, his mentality was affected by the seal, and he was arrogant and looked down on everyone.
Even if a High-Sequence Beyonder were to arrive at the scene, he would probably challenge them without hesitation.
But is it true that Tomac has no combat capability without his guns?
He's not the type to give up after a minor setback. This morning at Kavey's watch shop, after he was forced to leave the scene, he wasn't...
Angel suddenly felt a cold sweat breaking out.
"No, let's get out of here quickly. Take Rupert with you and leave."
She anxiously urged Clement, squeezing out the last bit of strength from her body, which was already in a negative state due to the "thirst for blood", and walked towards the door.
"Don't worry. I just checked and Rupert's injuries aren't serious. Let's wait for Mr. C's extraordinary item to appear before leaving. We can't let ordinary people come into contact with such dangerous items."
Clement did not move. He continued to stand where he was, looking at Mr. C, the "Rose Bishop", who was still smoking.
"If he feels he can't defeat us head-on, he'll likely use bombs. Don't forget, he's a member of the 'Mechanical Heart'."
Hearing the word "bomb", Clement's excessive self-confidence finally subsided a little. He frowned as he had just been beaten to a pulp by Mr. C's "flesh bomb".
"A bomb? Under this ground?"
As if to confirm his doubts, several muffled sounds came from deep in the ceiling above their heads.
“Boom boom—”
Large pieces of moss-covered stone slabs came crashing down on the two men.
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