In the dark night, five figures ran through the alleys. The blade rotates at high speed, bursting arcs of light and the whip's creature-like trajectory intertwined.

The Purges are accustomed to acting in groups of four, and with their close cooperation as one, they can flexibly use the melee and throwing characteristics of the warwheel to defeat countless enemies. Nowadays, with four enemies and one, it should be easily solved, but this theory has been ruthlessly subverted by reality.

"Purge. ”

The four of them chanted as if they were one, threw the war wheel in their left hand, and followed closely behind, there was no gap between the attacks, and the eight war wheels set up a death cage, including the time difference, to block the surroundings of the target. It works together perfectly, like a troll with eight hands and legs. The difference is that the only person who has fought with this group of strange people so far and driven them into a desperate way is only a weak teenager.

“...... Chop Piece"

Frowning, not glancing at the purges, the boy turned his wrist.

It's just that this action pulls 36 whips to attack the Cleaners from different angles, and the swifter movements than the warwheels force the Cleaners to give up their attacks and retreat.

The whip twisted and writhed like a creature.

Without turning around, you can defuse all attacks with a whip, which is the perfect defense.

In addition to defense, the attack is also impeccable.

The Cleaner is indeed a one-minded fighter, but the opponent is a monster who can control 36 whips, which means that while defending, he can also organize attacks.

Syllable!

A warwheel was hit with a whip, comparable to the power of the tentacles of the dangerous Kraken in the deep sea. Warwheels made of refined steel twisted into a ball.

If you are hit on the body, you will know the result without saying it.

The Purges, who were not afraid of death and did not know what pain was, also sensed that the situation was unfavorable, and without words or eyes, they jumped out of the way at the same time, intending to regroup. At this moment, countless whip shadows appeared behind them, as if spider webs appeared out of thin air, waiting for the butterflies who did not know whether they were alive or dead.

Restrained, trapped, twisted. Bursting flesh and entrails splattered into the walls and beyond.

"Hoo ......"

Spitting out an empty sigh, Gerles stared at the red carpet of the ground.

He is not a compassionate person, nor is he a second-year teenager with excessive self-awareness, and this voice is only a sigh for the failure of the mission.

Cleaning up a few purge is just a piece of cake. It doesn't bring any sense of accomplishment. But the prey was scared away by the actions of this group of idiots...... Thinking about the next punishment of the Lord, a chill ran down Jelles' back.

"Tsk, it's just that these brains are full of retarded minds with even communication techniques, and they don't have any valuable information at all!"

Distraught, he kicked the ground. A small pebble made several drifts one after another. Sink into a pool of blood.

The Seven Deadly Sins "Jealousy" of Jerles. His special ability is mind reading, and no matter what kind of person he is, his true thoughts in his heart cannot be hidden in front of Jelles. Once any attack or defense is seen through the details, it is naturally meaningless.

If he had been fighting with a higher-ranking church cadre, he might have gotten some important information from that person's mind to undo the gaffe of losing the battle. But it was not any high-ranking cadres who fought with him, but a group of purges who were like puppets, and his calculations failed.

"Why do the Purges and Heresy Inquisitors appear in places like this......"

"It could be that they came to clean up the drug trade and it broke the battle here, or it could be someone's dictatorship. ”

Walgrevo's magnetic voice rang out, and Gelles turned his face sideways, and a white suit and the corpse behind him came into view.

Eight purge men and more than a dozen drug dealers all lay in a pool of blood, blood gushing from the wounds in their throats, the shape of the wounds matching the weapons in their hands, and the blood of their respective masters on the warwheels and swords and arrows.

All died by suicide, with a strange smile on each face.

"It's really convenient, as soon as the order is given, the other party immediately yells, 'Yes, My.lord!!, wipe your neck, I still have to spend strength to kill people." ”

"Shut up. ”

Glared at, Gerus looked away, and after a few seconds he asked again:

"How's the Inquisitor going? DeKir isn't going to just play with women, is he?"

"Don't worry. ”

Looking in the direction of the church, Walgrevo had a hideous expression.

"Have you forgotten what that guy's hobby is?"

“......”

Without any rebuttal, Jelles's body trembled slightly.

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Gunshots rang out one after another, and Mana's light tore through the darkness.

Unlike the monotonous one-sided slaughter of Jerles and others, the confrontation on this side is heating up.

Blades and bullets are exchanged with each other, flying past each other by a fraction of a second, and their light feet compete with each other for speed and strong position, setting traps and jumping out of each other's traps.

The battle between De Kiel and Bell is like a passionate ball, they are each other's dance partners, and they are also each other's death.

At first glance, it seems to be evenly matched, but De Kir, with a flirtatious smile, seems to be at ease, and Bale, who is forbidden to bite his lip, looks like he's doing his best.

Victory is inevitable, and De Kiel has no doubt about it, and his confidence comes from three reasons.

First of all, there is a huge gap in intelligence between the two sides. Bell didn't know anything about De Keil, but De Kiel shared the battle records of Li Lin and Bale in advance, so that he could grasp the opponent's situation in advance and conduct tactical analysis, so as to gain the upper hand in the battle.

Bell's weapon is the Inquisitioner's standard equipment: the Keyblade. Evolved from the alchemical form of "materialization", the invisible mana is gathered and turned into a blade with almost no weight. A single throw can be completed in 0.1 seconds, including preparations, and a continuous throw can be completed in 0.4 seconds for 3 throws. In addition to standard throwing techniques, you can also use techniques such as ricochet and grazing to change the trajectory of your projectile for indirect attacks. Mana formed a blade body large enough to penetrate reinforced concrete, with an effective range of about 40 meters and a hit rate of more than 97% in the range. In hand-to-hand combat, in addition to the keyblade, hand-to-hand combat may use warwheels, fists, and enhancements.

Other words. 40 meters is the limit of her attack and defense, and she will be passive in the face of ranged attacks from this distance.

The pillars of the courtyard burst into two knots with a thud, and the ground was covered with rubble powder, and the fragments of the keyblades released the brilliance of returning to Mana.

The second reason for not winning: the difference in the performance of weapons.

The Wehrmacht-standard pistol fires a 9mm Parabellum pistol bullet with a theoretical effective range of about 50 meters, but the end of the range is very low in terms of accuracy and power. Some members of the Guards used semi-automatic pistols that fired .44 Magnum pistol rounds, which could alleviate the problem with a certain amount of dù, but it was not mainstream, and the accuracy of the guns was reassuring. In light of this. DeKir is more powerful. The "Jackal" is also a larger, more exaggerated pistol.

The total length is 39 cm, the weight is 16 kg, the number of ammunition is 6, and the caliber is 13mm. Shell shells are made of sterling silver and processed with special alloys. The inner charge is the Marbells chemical cartridge NNA9. Equipped with Empty Tip Bullets and Cap Piercing Bullets, it can deal a lot of damage to targets that deploy defensive spells.

Strictly speaking, this thing can't be considered a gun anymore. The recoil was so strong that it would break the arms of a muscular adult, and even shooting would be a problem, let alone a single shot.

The human body could not withstand such a firearm, but De Kir was able to shoot with two guns in his hand at the same time, thus compensating for the lack of rate of fire. In front of the barrage of high-powered bullets, the church's humanoid killing machine had no room to fight back.

The lower optics of the pistol emitted a red laser, and the tiny red dots of light clung to the target, and the Inquisitor jumped back and forth with the help of the pillars and statues in the courtyard, and the 13mm bullet grazed around the body in a fraction of a second. Shockwaves and debris erupted behind him, and Bell ran across the wall at breakneck speed, an anomalous landscape that looked like the world was out of place, as if protesting against it, with huge guns firing one after another, craters chasing after him.

Compared to before, the distance between the crater and the nun is getting closer.

Continuous, high-speed movement inevitably puts a strong load on the body, and it is inevitable that the trained and combat-tested Inquisitors will be incurred, but the speed of fatigue is too fast. You must know that in addition to his own strong body, Bell also has several enhancement techniques on his body, even though dodging bullet attacks consumes more body than usual, but the speed at which exhaustion appears is too fast.

What made Bell even more creepy was that he was in the heart of the village, and it was such a hot battle, and it was so loud that it could wake up the dead bodies in the grave. Neither the church nor the cottage had a single light on, nor the village dog barked, and the whole village seemed to be dead.

"Don't look around when you're fighting. ”

With an eerie sneer, a bullet grazed his calf, and Bell couldn't help but moan, and with a scorching sting, he jumped behind the bronze statue of the Mother Goddess. I don't know if it was because I was worried about the damage effect on metal targets, or if I was replacing the magazine, but for the first time, the continuous gunfire stopped.

"Isn't that weird, miss, we were about to break up the church, but no one came?"

The relaxed tone is not much different from that of the young man who accosted him on the side of the road, and there is even a little politeness. But Bell understands from the bottom of his heart that the "one" who speaks is not human.

Click-

The footsteps came a little closer to him, and the shadow with his back to the moonlight stretched behind the bronze statue.

"You also feel it, from the beginning of the battle, my body speed, and your body consumption, there is a little bit of ...... It's not normal, right?"

“...... Is this your attack?"

A shadow extending from Dekiel's feet took on the twisted shape of an alien.

The proportions of the limbs of the hands and feet are stretched, but the whole still maintains the outline of a human form, but it has the appearance of a human, but it is by no means human.

The evidence is in the head.

A pair of long, ears that make you want to pluck a few times on the top of your head - it's nothing, the ears of the rabbit orcs are like that. However, under the ear, on the forehead, there is a pair of black things that are making a sharp sound and extending out.

What was the wriggling pair of black objects? The strange shape depicts spirals, horns that bend like goats.

Whew-

The face with rabbit ears and horns spits out empty breaths, despite the changes in the body. The face retains its original appearance of handsomeness and delicateness, and with the addition of those two organs of unknown purpose, it even looks obscene.

It's not so much an orc as it is closer to the form of an "demon" in ancient legends.

"Rabbit horns. ”

The non-human and non-animal appearance smiled, as if licking the body of another person, and the sticky tone expressed the third guarantee of victory.

"Sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch, plus inspiration – it is the senses that govern human action, and as long as it governs the senses, it governs the human being. ”

Sensation is the result of the analyzer's activity. When the receptor receives an external stimulus, the peripheral nerve sends a signal to the nerve center. Forming "sensations" in the brain. In academic terms, it is "the process by which physical and chemical energy imported from the outside world is converted into nerve impulses that the nervous system can accept and conduct." Different nature of sensation is transmitted by different neurons. Coding is caused by the pattern of activation of the whole group of neurons, with one neuron having a larger activation and others having a smaller activation dù. ”

After understanding the above principles, it is possible to find that as long as you can grasp the pattern and characteristics of nerve impulse signals. You can grasp the feeling. The result of this type of technology in the medical field is artificial prosthetic technology. Prosthetics with "sensory" functions can be almost realistic. In terms of sensitivity, it is even more than the original limb.

"But the technique can also be used in reverse, for example: canceling nerve signals and paralyzing certain sensations. Or create pain that doesn't exist zài or something. ”

Could it be—

Most of De Kiel's explanations are too technical for Bell to understand, but the final part is easy to understand.

Some of the manipulations suggest that the operation can lead people to believe that "this is a red-hot iron rod", and then put an ordinary wooden rod on the subject's body, and the result is that burn marks actually appear.

De Kiel's trick is similar to that, obviously his body is far from reaching his limit, but he is disturbed by "some means", and he has the wrong feeling of "tired".

"More than that, it's more dire than you think. ”

The sneer came again, and the demon with rabbit ears and horns looked down condescendingly in front of him.

"Manipulating one's senses like this and strengthening the speed of nerve reactions is also one of the application methods. ”

"What......!"

Subconsciously wanted to swing the key blade, but Bell found that the sensation below his head had completely disappeared, his body seemed to no longer belong to him, and even the world in front of him began to rotate, and a violent spit came up.

"Huhu, how? Withstand the ultrasound waves and pulse resonance emitted by the rabbit's horns at close range, the three-gauge half-tube is completely paralyzed, and the sense of touch and balance disappears is wonderful. Ordinary people will fall into a deep coma at a distance of 100 meters, and in the face of this kind of high-intensity impact, it is really not easy for you to hold on until now, I am afraid that it is because of the strengthening system technique that strengthens physical fitness and nerve reaction speed on your body, coupled with your superhuman willpower, that you have persevered until now. As a carbon-based organism, it's doing pretty well. ”

The demon's voice echoed, and the nun, whose consciousness was about to go blank, slowed down a beat before noticing that she was at the same level as Dekyll.

5 or 6 tentacles stretched out from De Kir's back and entangled Bell's body, and the tentacles with a slippery luster burrowed into the inside of the one-piece nun suit, squirming around on Bell's body, as if licking her tender skin that could be broken by blowing bullets, the weak girl could not dodge or escape, and the slightest resistance could not prevent the tentacles from wrapping around her limbs, fixing her body in mid-air, bending her knees, and forcing her legs to open widely—that is, the so-called M open foot state. The skirt, which dragged all the way to the ankles, was lifted, and the scenery under the skirt was completely exposed.

"You...... You ......!"

Christina Bale's cheeks were red with shame, and her eyes were almost bursting with fire.

"As promised, let the inquisitor of the heresy enjoy the pleasures of love. But...... It's the first time I've seen safety pants that protect my ankles. Teach those conservative grandfathers to know how to wrap women tightly from head to toe?"

"Put away your foul language, or ...... Hmm!"

Bell's rebuke came to an abrupt end on the way. Because the tentacles came over and gagged her mouth. The tentacles that secreted a sweet aroma and gel-like mucus wrapped tightly around his face, making it almost impossible for Bell to breathe, and the mucus slid down his esophagus and into his stomach pouch.

At the same time, the tentacles continued to play with Bell's body. The mucus secreted by the tentacles had completely soaked the clothes. In Bell's silent moan, the tentacles sneaked into the cloth that covered his chest. While squirming, he tightened Bell's breasts inside and outside his clothes, as if he was rubbing his breasts back and forth.

"Hmm...... Uh-huh. ”

His face turned red with shame, and his breathing became rapid. Every time the slimy-dripping tentacles slid over her delicate skin, her body trembled like an electric shock.

"Otherwise, what? Even if I die, he won't spare me? Or will God send down heaven's damnation? Unfortunately, the dead can't do anything, and God won't punish me. ”

Lifting the nun's chin, De Kiel said calmly:

"By the way, my tentacles secrete a special mucus called 'Crazy Sweat', which is a good companion for getting through the long nights, and even a drop of a chaste martyr will turn into a lewd slut. ”

His body trembled in a bewitching red, and his eyes filled with tears of terror and shame. The green tentacles still squirmed, continuing to stretch up their thighs—inch by inch shredding trousers. In the end, only a little bit of cloth was left to cover the last line of defense.

(That, there...... No way...... Ahh

The tentacles wrapped around Bell's body slid into the gap between the cloth and his body like a snake, grabbing the triangular white cloth.

"Come on. ”

De Kiel looked at Bell and blinked.

"As agreed, let me appreciate the shame and despair of the virgin when she broke the melon, and then-"

Fingers rubbing his chin, the tip of his blood-red tongue licking his lips, obviously an alien with a young face, but at this moment he showed more bewitching than a prostitute, and his clear eyes flashed with innocent brilliance.

"Eat it. ”

Saliva dripped from his mouth, and the canine teeth clinging to saliva glistened in the moonlight. (To be continued......)