It was only then that the surrounding people finally reacted…
They did not even have the time to look back in the direction of the bullet and see who had fired the shot that determined life and death at such a critical moment. They could only suppress the overwhelming shock and relief in their hearts and be continuously grateful for this gift that seemed to come from God.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The steam armor that was still pouring heat immediately activated again. The high temperature brought about by the turbine steamed the surrounding curtain of rain into balls of white mist. All the guards immediately activated their combat mode again!
They were the most devout believers of the Vatican, and their lives were the consumables that supported the Vatican. Therefore, even if their limbs were already injured from the battle just now, broken and shattered, and some steel had already pierced into their abdominal cavities, as long as the enemy was still around and the high and mighty clergy still needed protection, then they could not take a break, let alone dream of being rescued. Even if the high temperature that had not dissipated penetrated the heavy armor and burned their bodies like pieces of hot branding iron, roasting their skin, sticking, and sizzling, they still could not escape!
However, these equipment were ultimately too heavy. After such a tragic battle, the turbines that could not get any heat dissipation could not gather enough power again at the first moment to drive the thick steel that was three meters high, and even the most basic bending of the arms and raising of the legs could not be done.
Farther away, the abyssal creature summoned by Deacon Baldell had completely lost its vitality. Its entire body collapsed, leaving only festering skin. The spider finally had a chance to catch its breath. At this moment, its eight slender legs began to dance crazily, rushing toward the old priest without caring about anything. Its huge abdomen was wriggling violently, probably trying its best to produce spider silk.
Nonetheless, this abyssal creature was not adept at moving quickly over short distances. Due to the battle earlier, it had already used up all its spider silk and could not produce any more in a short period of time.
As for Catherine on the bell tower, although she had a terrifying instant-kill ability, her covenant creature had been severely injured and she had also suffered a backlash. She could only lean against the vine-covered wall with difficulty, and force herself not to faint.
Therefore, in these few seconds, no one could really attack Deacon Baldell, let alone protect the old priest.
In the pool of blood, the thin body got up.
At this moment, he was even thinner than before. He could almost be called a skeleton. Large swathes of skin had also turned into sustenance and fallen off, revealing the nearly broken lines of dry muscle inside.
In this state, even if that beautiful girl who could heal everything, Her Excellency Florence Nightingale, personally descended, she would not be able to save his life.
He had to die.
However, it was still crazy and roared, yearning to be destroyed!
The rain dyed the long street blood-red. In the bright glass-like street scene, a figure quietly passed a pile of mangled corpses…
As mentioned before, Sherlock was not as fast as a covenant person, but he was extremely gentle and strange. Every movement seemed to be extremely precise. Regardless of whether it was running, crossing, or even the distance of each stride, it was as if it had been calculated countless times.
His old black windbreaker fluttered silently behind him. He raised his hand strangely. Between his pale fingers was a pistol that could be seen everywhere.
Perhaps it was his own. Perhaps he had picked it up in some corner of the battlefield… It did not matter.
In short, while moving at high speed, this gun was strangely stable. A bright light suddenly burst forth from the black muzzle without any warning! Bang! Bang! Bang! Three bullets poured out of the barrel.
However, these three bullets flew to three different places. They did not even aim at anything. It was as if they were randomly shooting at the night rain.
At the same time, Deacon Baldell leaped out of the pool of blood and pounced on the old priest who was closest to him like a burnt filament… There was only one thought left in his mind—kill the old priest!
However, such a terrifying attack was suddenly stopped again.
This was because three bullets had strangely appeared in his path. His speed was very fast, and he narrowly dodged two of them. However, he could not avoid the third bullet no matter what. In fact, in order to avoid the first two bullets, he sent himself into the firing position of the third bullet. In short, his fragile shoulder was hit again, and his old bones were directly shattered!
In the next few seconds, more than a dozen gunshots were heard, one after another, and surprisingly, Deacon Baldell was suppressed in place!
It was just a gun.
Under normal circumstances, the power of such ordinary bullets would not even affect Deacon Baldell's actions. However, when he was on the verge of death…
The horrific effects of the sacrifice continued to consume the user's life; his brain was boiling, his bones were trembling, and what remained of his nerves and muscles were in spasm.
20 seconds of absolutely insane medicinal effects were surprisingly limited by a pistol just like that! It forcefully depleted all his health!
At that moment, Sherlock rushed into the blinding light of the searchlight like a ghost. His hands were steady and his expression was calm. It even felt like he had not blinked his eyes since the beginning. He was pulling the trigger in a strange and focused manner. The guards around him did not dare to approach him for fear of disrupting his rhythm in suppressing Deacon Baldell.
The gunshots continued. Step by step, Sherlock had walked to the front of Baldell, and he fired at close distance.
Shoulders, knees, elbows, ribs, spine, eye sockets.
Almost all the critical areas had to be blasted by bullets several times till they were all shattered. Only then could he be at ease. There was no mercy at all, nor was there any chance for the other party to get up again.
In the silence, all the bullets were exhausted, and what was left on the ground was only a corpse with ruptured internal organs and shattered bones.
Sherlock did not stop. He picked up an armor hand saw and aimed the sharp blade at the skull with collapsed skin…
Without power, the saw could not turn, but Sherlock did not care.
He began to smash!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
He continued until a large hole was made in the back of his head… he suddenly raised his other hand!
Crack!
No one knew what he was doing or if they did, they just did not dare to think about it carefully. They only looked at his strange rear view. Amidst the patter of the heavy rain, that ear-piercing and lingering disgusting sound seemed to be able to travel far, making those who heard it feel sick all over!
Sherlock continued to stir and tug. His shoulders kept twisting for a long time.
He finally stopped his terrifying hand movements and slowly stood up.
He turned around, revealing a bright and infectious smile under the searchlight that descended from the sky.
"Well, that's a relief."