Most of the ti, Bologue feels that his hunting style should be cold and oppressive, but ever since Palr joined in, the tone has been quite off.
That guy seems very keen on playing the role of a bandit, with lines and actions so standard that Bologue suspects Palr might have received training sowhere.
But none of that matters now. The battle erupted in an instant, the short-barreled shotgun suppressing the cultists with its firepower, pellets smashing into walls, floors, flesh, piercing and grinding through everything in their path.
Soon Bologue ran out of bullets, but he managed to gain ti for fire suppression. While firing, he swiftly approached the cultists and then swung the heavy hamr.
The sheep horn shock hamr smashed onto the chest of one cultist, a dim glimr flickering across the hamr’s surface. In the next mont, the entire chest collapsed completely, bones shattered, and blood and flesh were hamred into pulp.
The corpse collapsed powerlessly, yet more cultists charged forward, wielding ritual short knives, their eyes blood-red, vowing to kill Bologue, the disruptor of their ritual.
Bologue imdiately threw the short-barreled shotgun in his hand like tossing a brick, it hit the first cultist’s body, slowing his actions for just a mont.
In that mont of hesitation, Bologue swung the sheep horn shock hamr in his hand with force, striking his jaw from below like a fierce uppercut, instantly shattering his head into a cloud of blood mist, dense droplets splattering across the wall.
But this was not the end. Bologue stepped forward, delivering a straight kick to the headless body’s abdon, the body leaned backwards, blocking the path of other cultists. Imdiately after, Bologue flipped out a short knife, piercing through the heart of the headless body.
Gripping the short knife, Bologue pushed against the corpse and ran, the short knife further pierced through the cultist behind the corpse. He wailed, swung the ritual knife chaotically, but there was still a corpse between him and Bologue. The swing couldn’t reach Bologue until Bologue pinned him against the wall.
With one hand gripping the short knife, Bologue made a fist with the other hand, hamring the handle like driving a nail, slowly pinning the short knife into the wall, and the cultist was thoroughly nailed to the wall.
Scattered gunshots rang out as Palr fired rhythmically, and those cultists close to Bologue were each blown away, their heads burst.
Unlike Bologue, Palr’s marksmanship was impeccable, each shot precisely killing a cultist.
While firing, Palr didn’t forget to cheer. The revolver "Thunder Piercer" in his hand was a new toy obtained from Belli. He always wanted to test the gun on so unlucky souls, and judging by his current appearance, he seed very satisfied with this new gun.
The duo’s surprise attack briefly suppressed the cultists, but soon these bloodthirsty maniacs reacted, more cultists heard the gunfire and rushed out from small doors on both sides. They no longer wielded ritual short knives but cold, stark firearms instead.
Pulling the trigger, a downpour of dense bullets rained down.
There was no cover around for the two to hide, but in the next second, Bologue hamred the ground with one hand, and an earth wall rose up from the ground, blocking all the bullets.
"Sothing feels off, my summon from the ground is a bit challenging."
Bologue said, it was as if there was another force residing within the ground, hindering Bologue’s ether invasion.
"It’s normal, a ritual is being held here, every inch of land is perated with evil powers."
Regarding such evil rituals, Palr knew more than Bologue. Back in the day, he had made a deal with the Devil during such an evil ritual, becoming a debtor.
Palr even mused that if these cultists completed their ritual, he might encounter acquaintances, like the Devil he had bargained with.
Hearing Palr say this, Bologue imdiately understood his implication.
The Void Realm was a sealed alchemy domain, where the condensers within were bound by its rules, but the most common feature was the suppression of power.
This cathedral was the Void Realm forged by cultists with blood; every brick and stone was soaked in blood. Just like the phenonon of Ethereum mutual exclusion, Bologue needed to expel the power residing within to summon these materials.
"Do you think they have condensers?"
Bologue asked Palr while picking up another short-barreled shotgun, he removed the ordinary bullets and replaced them with ones engraved with the alchemy matrix.
"Who knows? Anyway, there’s an expert like you here."
Their conversation was extrely leisurely, as if that dense gunfire behind the earth wall wasn’t shooting at them. However, they didn’t notice Bane lying numbly on the ground, letting the blasting gunshots hit his eardrums.
Perhaps a deity was truly watching over him because despite the frantic gunfire, not a single bullet hit him; at most, so hot shell casings struck his face. He endured the pain, trying his best not to cry out.
"Sa old tactics?"
"Let’s do it this way!"
Palr nodded excitedly, speaking in coded language with Bologue that others couldn’t understand.
Creating such an eerie Void Realm couldn’t be accomplished by ordinary demons. From Bologue’s observation, the opponent must have condensers, although the number remains unknown.
Bologue flipped straight out from behind the crumbling earthen wall, ignoring the barrage of bullets coming his way, he pulled the trigger, and scorching fla burst from the muzzle of the short-barreled shotgun.
It was as if a giant dragon was breathing its Dragon’s breath, the high temperature swept over Bane’s head, landed on the other side, and exploded into a dazzling sea of fire.
This Dragon Breath Bullet is an alchemical warhead, and its effect is just as seen now, able to create a vast sea of fire to divide the battlefield, many cultists were crying in the sea of fire, wild flas crawling over their bodies, dying in painful struggles.
The sea of fire continued to spread, soon about to reach Bane. At this mont, he suddenly realized that these two guys were indeed here to fight against evil, but they didn’t seem to care much about their own lives. Perhaps neither of them even noticed that he was still alive.
Bane also didn’t notice, he no longer prayed for anything but struggled forcefully, moving his right hand bit by bit, gritting his teeth and exerting force, along with the short knife piercing his hand, he pulled it out from the ground.
A wail emanated from his throat, Bane bit the knife handle with his teeth, inch by inch withdrawing it from his palm, then moved the now free right hand to the left hand and pulled out the short knife piercing it.
He slightly raised his head, looked around, and could see Bologue’s figure walking through the sea of fire, with constant heavy crashing sounds. He was like a wild bull, each advancent smashing a cultist to smithereens.
Bane realized this was a good opportunity to escape from this hell, but before he could get up, the cold muzzle of a gun was pressed to his head.
A bandit with a black hood over his head crouched beside him. Bane rembered him; he was one of the two who broke in through the window.
"Damn! There’s still a civilian here?"
Palr briefly sized up Bane, easily deducing the role Bane played here from the victim’s miserable state.
He was the living sacrifice who almost got offered.
For a mont, Palr’s emotions were a bit complex. Once upon a ti, he too was a wretch who almost got sacrificed, seeing Bane’s miserable appearance inevitably felt like eting a brother covered with the sa fate.
"I’m the priest here; they killed everyone."
Bane said to Palr frantically, compared to those cultists, this bandit-dressed guy in front of him seed particularly holy.
"Who are they?"
Palr pointed at the struggling figures in the sea of fire, Bologue was fighting them to the death.
"I don’t know, they just burst in suddenly, saying they were going to offer flesh and blood to their god." Bane said and shed tears; he witnessed others dying miserably.
"Huh? This is troubleso, gotta leave so alive."
Palr propped his chin, showing a sowhat troubled expression. While talking, burning corpses were continuously thrown out from the sea of fire.
The roar went on, resembling a demonic stage play. Palr and Bane were the audience, leisurely chatting below the stage, while on the stage Bologue labored to crush every cultist’s skull.
The chaotic gunfire gradually scattered, and Palr suddenly thought of sothing, clapped his hands, and pulled Bane up.
"You should be familiar with this place, right? Find a place to hide, don’t get in the way."
Palr helped Bane up, motioning him to hide away, Bane wisely nodded, his body was aching painfully, but he still dragged his fatigued self to move.
The two professionals had chopped the cultists into chaos, the surrounding walls also beca shaky under Bologue’s hamring, the cracks tearing apart the blood drawn on them, collapsing along with the bizarre Void Realm.
Seeing the summoning ritual failed, these cultists beca increasingly furious, each emanating waves of corrupt air, Bologue determined all these people were demons.
Unlike the carefree Palr, after controlling this area, Bologue was constantly alert to these attacking cultists; no one knew where the Condensers might be hiding.
"Palr, there’s more than just these." Bologue suddenly said this.
"So... Expert, what’s your aning?"
While saying this, Palr already roughly understood Bologue’s aning, he raised his hand, pressing the thin iron piece affixed below his ear.
Whistle signaling started, connection established.
"I’ll go pursue; you control here."
Bologue’s voice directly resounded in his mind, and then he smashed the door with one hamr and left through the broken door.
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