Mystery: Outlander Gods of Bloodborne

Chapter 136
The brilliance of the blood moon lit up the street, and the red light passed through the window, casting an illusory figure on the floor of the room.

The burly man with the sea snake tattoo on his body was reaching into the dilapidated backpack, obviously preparing to take out the Extraordinary item that the rebels possessed and had partial healing effects.

Then, the moment he turned his head, he noticed something abnormal in the shadow.

The tranquility was suddenly broken:
"Someone!"

The burly rebel roared and reached out to touch the rifle on his shoulder without hesitation.

That's right, a rifle.

As extrajudicial persons hunted down by the Punisher, of course they have their own arsenal, and they collect a lot of money. After all, those members without weapons have already been hanged by the Punisher.

The other members with red and white camouflage on their faces also turned around immediately, and immediately raised their guns to the window.

The muzzle of the black hole spewed out dazzling flames in the room:

"Boom bang bang!!!"

They didn't even have a dialogue, they just chose to shoot!

Bayam has a tough folk style.

The loud gunshots, accompanied by the strong smell of gunpowder, wafted through the block, causing the doors and windows on the left and right to be blocked silently, which is already experienced.

The flimsy windows of the room shattered in an instant.

However, what greeted these rebels was not the twisted corpses they were tired of seeing, but——

A touch of scarlet flashed in sight!

Like the shape of waves, and like raindrops with a chilling aura, the blood was pulled into a bright knife light in the air, and it was cut down fiercely!

The yellow bullets in the air were instantly torn apart——

【Qianyin】

【Originally held by the royal guards in Cainhurst Castle who are responsible for guarding Annalise, Queen of the Bloodlines of Filth.When the delicate water wave carvings on the blade are stained with blood, Qian Yin Dao will sing a scarlet tune.However, this ritual consumes the essence of the user. 】

Of course, good-looking toys should be taken out to have a look.

The right arm holding the long knife climbed up with red threads, undulating continuously, as if the blood inside was being sucked by the demon knife.

Wherever the scarlet knife wave went, the yellow bullets were instantly torn apart!
The knife flower wrapped in blood cuts out a gorgeous arc in the air!
'Extraordinary! '

This is the thought of several rebels whose facial muscles have lost control when their eyes are tearing apart.

Helplessly, they watched as their only means of attack was easily dealt with.

But Beyonders who can deal with rifles are extremely rare in Bayam, not even among Punishers.This inhuman sense of oppression reminded them of a person——

Church of the Storm, 'Sea King' Ian Cottman!
And just when they were so horrified that their whole bodies tensed up and their facial muscles twitched uncontrollably, Yager arrived after the knife light.

In the blink of an eye, he passed through the heavy rain of bullets, and appeared in the center of the room with ease.

This is also the only time he appears in the pupils of the rebel army headed by him.

The deep black eyes suddenly lifted up, locking on several people like a hunting beast.

There was a look of indifference on the 'sick and listless' face.

The 'Qian Yin' in his hand suddenly changed direction at a speed that was hard to see with the naked eye.

His right hand, which was covered with red blood, suddenly tightened, and the tip of the blade stretched behind him, and then, like a bowstring stretched to the extreme, it suddenly popped out!

"Crack, click!"

This is the weak empty sound after the rifle clip has been fired.

The fierce-looking rebel man was already trembling all over, and his eyes were trembling unbelievably in their sockets, already terrified to the extreme.

And the empty magazine in his hand became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

He knew that he had no chance to shoot the next round:
This is the time of his death.

In front of his eyes, blood spray once again filled the room!
When his body disintegrated like scattered building blocks, complex emotions flashed across his shattered eyeballs. He wondered if at the end of his life, he had ever recalled his absolutely unfortunate life.

And, the lingering sound echoing in my ears:
"Damn it, can't these people stand closer?"

Passing by, the young man wielding a blood blade complained somberly.

After hearing this sentence, during the last second when the tattooed rebels stayed in the world, he felt the absurdity from the bottom of his heart——

Fuck, they're all going to die!

Can you show some respect? !
Would you think it would be convenient for you to have a ghost?Street boy! ! !
With this thought in mind, he completely closed his eyes.

28 all year round.

But what he didn't know was that he might have achieved a record that some saints could not achieve in this life.

In situ, after quickly beheading the leader of the rebel army, Jager turned a gloomy face and flipped the knife in his hand.In almost a second, the room was already littered with corpses!

He reappears in front of the last two.

One is the only remaining rebel army painted in camouflage, and the other is the old ventriloquist in charge of the ceremony.

The sturdy rebel's legs were already trembling, and it was very difficult to even stand up!

For the first time and the last time in his life, he knew that when a person is scared to the extreme, he will lose the ability to act.

Yager's pale face appeared in the reflection of the eyes of the rebels, like the last threat before the attack of the evil spirits.

However, he paused for half a step.

The bloody blade was retracted into the scabbard in mid-air.

'Is he going to let me go? ! The ecstasy of Qi Yi and Survivor suddenly appeared in the strong man's eyes. 'He's going to let me go! '

But he guessed wrong again.

The blood at the edge of the long knife flashed and disappeared completely.

Then, Yager pressed the handle of the knife violently and gloomyly, but his forward pace did not stop.

The leather boots stepped lightly on the ground, and he turned over seemingly lightly.
The thin figure slowly jumped over.

In the next second, his right leg fell to the ground like a heavy iron plate!
"Boom!!!"

The net-shaped spiral cracks are like craters caused by meteorites, spreading to the outside layer by layer, and cracking layer by layer!

The ground disintegrated, directly exposing the mottled soil underground.

In the middle of the crack, the head of the last rebel burst like a watermelon at the bottom of the heel.Blood mixed with brains, like juice, splashed in the room, covering most of the walls.

Yager withdrew his leg from the ground.

"Whoa."

Gravel and wood chips kept falling from the top of the leather boots, mixed with the blood overflowing on the ground, making it sticky.

However, the murderer himself did not pay attention to this.

After stopping in place, he did not attack the ventriloquist who had not drawn out his weapon for the time being, but moved a little hastily, and took out a needle from the purple-white ripples.

Then, without hesitation, he stabbed hard at the thigh!

The tip of the needle pierced through the clothing and went straight into the body.

The "medicine" in the blood therapy was finally pushed into the body, alleviating the ever-present feeling of being pulled away.

Yagel's unexpected expression finally relaxed a little.

But his face was still ugly.

After everything was settled, he couldn't help scolding in his heart:

Are you sick?Are you sick?
Shouldn't 'essence' in rituals refer to the soul?What does it mean to suck blood? !

His little broken Sequence Nine was almost drained!

Cool in the dry!
(End of this chapter)