"Fire!"
The bullets, shining with spiritual light, whistled through the night sky. In just a moment, bullets worth hundreds of pounds were spent.
"Don't even think about running!"
In the basement, Quinn stomped his foot hard, and vines engraved with cold, eerie patterns shot up from the ground, tightly wrapping around the legs of the black-robed figures.
The highest-ranking black-robed figure continued to wail, but the gaping hole in his head was rapidly healing, with only Quinn's corruption still entangling him.
In an instant, the candlesticks, daggers, tables, and chairs in the basement came to life, hurling themselves at Quinn with a sharp whistling sound.
"Father!"
Boom!
The door was smashed open, the door panel hitting Victor, who was crawling towards the door, squarely on the head. Despairingly, he saw the towering, lamp-post-like man appear in the doorway, holding a giant sword as large as Victor himself, and swing it down hard on him.
Swish! The despairing head rolled away, and the priest kicked it aside, his body radiating a pure, dazzling light—
"Guard!"
The light simultaneously rose from Quinn, significantly reducing the damage caused by the flying objects. Both the priest and Quinn grunted in pain, seemingly sharing the damage between them.
Under the flickering green glow, their injuries healed instantly. Quinn dashed towards the priest, shouting:
"Time to go!"
The priest understood immediately, grabbing Quinn with one hand and thundering up the stairs and out of the house.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
As they stepped out of the house, it seemed like a colorful meteor shower rained down from the sky. The violent hail of bullets engulfed the hideout, the multicolored enchanted light deeply etched into their eyes.
The house was destroyed in an instant, but not a sound was heard. The Night Watchers had prepared for this; everything was to be done in silence.
Quinn and Father Utravsky waited tensely, Quinn tightly clutching three "Gan III" steel golem dolls in his hand.
"Ahhhh!"
A piercing, crazed scream erupted from below, their brains felt like they had been hit hard, and blood flowed from their mouths and noses (Quinn's blood was light green).
Why scream so loudly... Quinn wiped the blood from his nose, healing both himself and the priest, as a giant scythe unfolded from his hand. He fixed his gaze on the ruins of the house.
From the silently burning wreckage, three figures slowly emerged from the flames, all heavily wounded but rapidly healing. The headless black-robed leader now wore a blank expression, but his eyes burned with a raging madness.
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Hmm... Quinn quickly pulled out a bottle of strong tranquilizer and took it, then grabbed an alloy syringe and administered a dose of enhancement potion to Father Utravsky.
Another wave of bullets came, and the puppet-like black-robed man casually waved his hand. The enchanted bullets seemed to gain consciousness, avoiding the black-robed figures and targeting Quinn instead.
This bullet manipulation ability was something Quinn was very familiar with; it was the power of a Sequence Four "Puppet" from the Prisoner pathway! Additionally, a "Puppet" could kill enemies silently through various eerie curses!
Outnumbered but not outmatched... Vines surged from the ground, forming a hard iron wall to block the incoming bullet rain.
Swish! The giant scythe unfolded its blade, and Quinn quickly singled out the "Puppet" black-robed man as his opponent. A black wall of flames rose between them, creating a one-on-one combat space.
As the flames ascended, Quinn threw out two steel golems and shouted to the priest:
"Take care of the other two!"
Father Utravsky responded with action, charging towards the enemies that resembled living corpses and ghosts, accompanied by the two golems that had rapidly grown to three meters tall.
"…"
The puppet-like black-robed man's expression remained calm, but his eyes were wild as he raised his hand, smearing Quinn's light green blood from his head, and then clenched it tightly!
Damn it! Quinn cursed himself for being careless. He felt an inexplicable connection between them, as if any harm the "Puppet" took would be transferred to him as well.
"The Mother Goddess doesn't like naughty children..."
Muttering this, he summoned countless vines that surged towards the "Puppet" black-robed man, seemingly unconcerned about trading injury for injury.
The "Puppet" black-robed man's expression tightened, his form turning into an invisible shadow that penetrated the tidal wave of vines, rushing straight at Quinn!
As the distance between them rapidly closed, it seemed like the "Puppet" black-robed man could reach out and crush Quinn's neck, taking his head.
Suddenly, he stopped his motion, retreating abruptly—
"Ah~ so scary~"
Quinn's expression was panicked, but his words made the "Puppet" black-robed man feel both nauseated and alarmed. Quinn had pulled out a pitch-black orb from behind him and shouted:
"Eat my Mind Pollution Bomb!"
With that, he smashed it at his feet. It was too late for the "Puppet" to retreat... In an instant, the violently exploding mental wave engulfed them both...
This is... The "Puppet" black-robed man opened his eyes wide, memories of most of his life flashing before his eyes, making him dizzy.
Suddenly, he found himself in a familiar yet strange room, lying on a steel bed with heavy iron chains binding his limbs. He felt weak and completely naked.
A burly man wearing a deep, dark hood sat by the bed, staring at him intently.
This scene deeply pierced the "Puppet" black-robed man's spirit. He shouted in disbelief and terror:
"Dak Holm, how are you here?! I tore you to pieces and ground you into meat paste!"
"Oh..." The man smiled with a smoked meat scent, "Sweetie, I've always lived in your heart..."
Saying this, he leaned down, gently caressing the black forest-like hairy chest, and pressed down on him...
No! No! No!!!
The "Puppet" black-robed man screamed in despair and helplessness, veins bulging on his ferocious face. At this moment, he felt his pitch-black, filthy soul being polluted by an even deeper darkness...
On the other side, Quinn opened his eyes.
A degenerate Mother Goddess, waving tentacles covered with swollen eyes, appeared before him, "seductively" moving her bloated, oozing body, step by step towards him.
Though the scene was unbearable to watch, Quinn knew this was the effect of his "Mind Pollution Bomb," worth ten thousand gold pounds, capable of affecting high-sequence beings.
Even so, Quinn's eyes were stung. He turned his head and closed his eyes, speaking the Chinese command to dispel the illusion:
"Ugly reject!"
The seductive degenerate Mother Goddess unwillingly dissipated, and before him appeared the "Puppet" black-robed man. He had his eyes tightly shut, his face showing an unclear expression of pain or enjoyment.
To free him from his suffering, Quinn raised his giant scythe—
"Head off~"
The "Puppet" black-robed man suddenly awoke from the nightmare but found his perspective had inexplicably inverted.
A pair of small feet, standing on some muck, slowly approached, exuding a faint, elegant fragrance of grass and trees. The perspective was lifted, and he saw that pure, sweet face.
Her mouth opened and closed, with an innocent smile, making him instinctively want to listen:
"Damn, you really are tough."
"Go eat shit!"
In an instant, he felt like he was falling into an abyss, then he realized the world had suddenly split into two halves.