Just as the Agent Colson breathed a sigh of relief and tried to negotiate with the bishop for the aftermath, a slight scream of machinery came from behind, and a ball of hot blue plasma crossed the corridor, vaporized the thick wooden door, and the dazzling light exploded on the bishop who looked helpless. Then the explosion and smoke instantly filled the room, with supernatural smoke, flesh and ashes mixed together.

The sharply expanded gas formed a terrible explosion impact. Agent Colson's eyes went dark. The explosion impact directly knocked him out of the broken and charred bishop's office door. The indescribable stench came with an explosion storm that could almost burn the skin. Even the battle-hardened agents could not bear it and could not describe such an extreme environment. The smell was like the scorched rotten blood and internal organs in the burning slaughterhouse. The pungent fishy smoke made him unable to open his eyes. Fans of rotten meat that were hung were swallowed by the fire, and the thin smoke gushed out along the blood vessels.

Agent Colson was forced back by the high temperature, and the hair left on his head was almost burnt and curled. He staggered out of the bishop's office. His eyes became swollen and his eyes became blurred. He still recognized the figure who rushed forward with his blurred vision. On the other side of the corridor, the precise substitute held a plasma pistol and kept pulling the trigger. Seven blue flashes drew across the line, and the air was filled with the hot heat of the star-like high temperature. "Come to me, Agent Colson!" The precise substitute walked towards the bishop's office, grabbed the "Dark Book" with one hand, and issued a warning loudly. This was the first time Agent Colson saw this alchemy body and showed anxiety, but before he could figure out what was going on, he heard the precise substitute in a very high tone that seemed to be commanded, "Don't look back!"

Then there was another high-temperature plasma ball and a dazzling explosion. The thick gray smoke climbed up to the ceiling like a moving creature, stretching out thousands of dancing gray-black tentacles downwards. This time, the precise substitute came to Agent Colson. He pulled the trigger continuously and fired several plasma balls with star-like high temperatures. Until the pressurized chamber could not withstand such an impact, until the battery pack was completely exhausted, until the energy storage tank exhausted all the metal compressed gas, he threw down the overheated plasma pistol that was spewing coolant steam, and stretched out his scalded arm to grasp Agent Colson's suit collar.

The precise stand-in pushed him hard into the nearby vertical corridor. At this time, the burning smoke had spread out from the bishop's office, and there was still a roar of inhumanity. "Run quickly, Agent Colson." The current S.H.E.D. Agent Colson could not see clearly what was happening in the smoke. He could only hear the precise stand-in say to him. The hot liquid soaked the back collar and neck of his suit. Agent Colson was familiar with the smell. It was the smell of blood, the smell of iron lingering in his nose, and even overshadowed the burning stinking of wood. "We were all deceived, this is not something your non-lethal weapon can deal with."

The precision substitute raised his arm that was scalded off by the high-temperature coolant steam, and the swollen and fallen skin drooped and then fell off. The wrinkled skin fell to the ground, making a sound of wetting the rag. Agent Colson could even see the bright red muscles and white skeletons. The rich blood of the burned skin was oozing out of the scalded skin and dripping on the ground. The precision substitute's entire forearm and palm were scalded off by the high-temperature steam, but the alchemy body showed no sign of pain. His expression had nothing but seriousness at the beginning, as if the pain caused by these injuries did not affect his movements at all.

“What the hell happened?”

"The Book of Darkness is missing one page." The precise substitute said quickly, his eyebrows and eyes full of anxiety. He had realized the mistake Robbie Reyes made. Because of his superstition, more than just living people in this world have read the Book of Darkness. Perhaps the spirits that rely on relying on wanted to warn him, but the effect of the whisper of the spirits was suppressed. "I underestimated Robbie Reyes' trust in religion. Agent Colson, please do your best to help me evacuate the crowd."

"I get it." Agent Colson nodded. The precise stand-in was not clear enough. He didn't know what was going on, but his agent instincts prompted him to follow the decisions made by the precise stand-in. "Where are the retreat plans? Do we have reinforcements?" he asked, "At least one Kun-type fighter plane is flying over our heads."

"Now there is no S.H.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E

Agent Colson took out something from the suit lined pocket that looked like a flashlight. After pressing the switch, the blue laser fired from one end of the flashlight. "This is a rat hole, the laser cutter invented by Fitz, is better than nothing. As for me-" He shook his hand, which was produced by Israel's Defense Industry and used 45 ACP ammunition SP-21 Barak pistol, "-I'll use this one."

The precise stand-in took Agent Colson's gift and walked alone to the bishop's office with thick smoke.

The gray-black smoke flashed with fire, and the terrifying roar became louder and louder. The ancient building couldn't help but tremble. The beam that was replaced more than a hundred years ago was also licked by the flame tongue. The remaining moisture was evaporated, and it seemed that the whole building was making an ugly squeak. Agent Colson first smashed the fire alarm with the handle of the pistol. When he looked back at the bishop's office, he vaguely saw an illusory light on the head of the precise substitute walking into the fire. Although this light was not bright, it was enough to penetrate the suffocating smoke. The "rat hole" cutter invented by Leopold Fitz seemed to be affected. The alloy handle was burned, deformed, and was engraved with complex relief by the flames. The blue laser extended out like a long sword and spread.

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The burning skeleton rushed out of the smoke, and a swollen human body was knocked out together.

The flames from hell burned out the flesh and filled the gap between the snow-white bones with fire. The star-like high temperature did not completely burn the target's upper body, but it destroyed the matter of the material universe. No object in this world would not be affected by this high temperature unless it was something from another world. Judging from the remaining white silk cloth embroidered with gold thread on the lower body of the human figure, this human figure is the bishop of the Church of San Fernando who presided over the whipping ceremony before. His face, which was still in a normal human figure, was now covered by confusion and cries, and was distorted not like the kind elder before, and his body hidden under the robe of the white priest had already been rotten and sores due to aging and obesity.

The accurate stand-in waved the "rat hole", and the laser burned long burn marks on the sick skin. The power of this laser cutter broke through the hardware limitations, much larger than the original Leopold Fitz's design, and even penetrated the thick smoke. Due to the lack of good heat dissipation measures, the alloy shell of the "rat hole" became hot due to the high power of the battery pack, and the precise stand-in's palm even emitted a faint smoke, but in such a complex environment, the smoke was not at all conspicuous. "He became like this because of you, Robbie Reyes. Because of your stupidity and superstition, he had the opportunity to get this book."

The burning skeleton screamed, as if to justify, but the swollen humanoid did not give it time.

The deformed creatures from the size of a few fingers, from behind the curtain, drilled out their fragile and swollen skin and fell to the ground one after another. The foul smelly viscous pus gushed out like a fountain, and then they were then frozen into a pool of claws of unknown material processes by the deformed creatures' feet similar to crawling creatures in the blink of an eye. In a blink of an eye, these deformed creatures gathered into a wave of evil spirits. The laws of reality squeezed their bodies, making them constantly flash like illusions in the eyes of ordinary people.

However, these illusions corrode the stone brick floor and eat the brick walls

But for Robbie Reyes and the precise stand-in, every blasphemy whisper that these monsters chant with their completely inconsistent with the biological evolutionary mouth is not only very clear, but also trying to squeeze their souls. In particular, the rotten corpses whose spine was cut off by laser lifted up and kept growing the arms of small monsters, humming the blasphemy chants in a low voice. High-frequency chants beyond the hearing range of ordinary humans almost lifted the burning ceiling of the church, using strength and silence as gifts, and functional stimulation as rewards. Complete violence and knowledge almost flowed towards the precise stand-in in a way that was visible to the naked eye.

They long to obtain that soul fragment, a holy grail full of rewards.

As for the administrator who was unfortunately affected, he had already turned into a ball of rotten meat in the pus. Flies from behind the curtain flocked out and lay eggs on the rotten meat. In the blink of an eye, the fly eggs also jumped into maggots and turned into flies, adding terrifying annoying things. Robbie Reyes immediately threw out the red-hot iron chain, and the fire of hell cut the corridor from the bishop's office, and burned the little monsters that overflowed the corridor like waves. This was the only thing he had done today that he had not suffered from a precise substitute's resentment expression.

As for why the Bishop of San Fernando Church can accurately obtain that spell, gain the ability to hide under the eyes of the spirit body, or even deceive the eyes of the precise substitute, it is unknown yet. The consciousness of the precise substitute is not intended to be understood now, but the soul who manipulates the precise substitute has locked in the scope of the Lord's Messenger behind it - something predicted his itinerary, and guided an innocent person to read and learn from the "Book of the Dark God", and even tore off one of the pages to read and learn. Although the precise substitute can accomplish a lot of work, it also exposed the emperor a fatal weakness, that is, to give many existences behind the curtain the opportunity to contact his unprotected soul and consciousness.

A trap was set up with an accident and Robbie Reyes' superstition, so that the master messenger behind the scenes had the opportunity to touch the emperor's soul. The line of fate behind the curtain may have planned this trap long before the bishop was born, and arranged the bishop's life, from studying in the Indian school, knowing girls to finding a job. This is a complete blasphemy, a blasphemy of human racial freedom consciousness. This is the conspiracy against the emperor after the curtain. They know that the emperor will never allow such things to happen and will definitely find them in the root of the source.

"Why are you in a daze?"

Salomon lowered his head and found that the meat on the fork had fallen back to the plate.

"No, nothing."

Although he said so, the witch did not ignore the light in his eyes.

This means that he has begun to use external dimension power, and it is in a place where the witches don't know. However, Joan of Arc did not ask, and Beyonita did not. Instead, he reached out to take away the plate in front of him and exchanged it with the chopped steak on his plate, because she knew that Salomon's thinking ability was now limited and she had no extra thinking ability to deal with real life. In order not to make him act like an idiot or choke herself to death, the witch, as the hostess of the manor, naturally took on the responsibility of taking care of Salomon. This is not the first time she has done this. Salomon has been seriously injured several times since childhood, and the witch will take care of it whenever there is an accident.

"Remember to eat broccoli." Berenita turned her head and specifically told Melia, because although the latter did not notice how abnormal the situation was, she still keenly discovered an opportunity to secretly put the broccoli on her adoptive father's plate. But the opportunity disappeared quickly. Berenita grabbed Milia's evil little hand. The girl showed a sad expression, but Berenita was unmoved at all. She still stared at the girl with a playful expression until Milia gave up her struggle and put the broccoli on the plate again. "There is no game without broccoli, let alone fishing and swimming." She warned, "Do you want to swim in the cold swimming pool, Milia?"

The girl shook her head obediently.
Chapter completed!