Chapter 258 Old John's Freezing Grenade!
Boom boom boom——
The metal bullets from the shotgun blasted the skinny bodies of several crazy people into pieces.
Some of the metal bullets that penetrated quickly embedded into the body of a blood priest.
Before the other party could recover from the pain of being shot.
Old John casually drew out the silver-plated saber from his waist and rushed towards the enemy like a ferocious old lion!
He raised his sword and chopped off the head of the blood priest with just one blow!
Then, Old John, who moved swiftly, didn't even give the other party a chance to condense a bloody human figure from the stinking blood all over the ground!
Crackling——
A ring-dropped freezing grenade flew out of his palm at high speed.
The ground within a few meters was covered with blood-red icicles piercing upwards in the blink of an eye!
The omnipresent extreme cold also quickly destroyed the special activity in the nearby blood.
The Blood Priest completely lost his only means of resurrection!
And with the true death of the blood priest before him.
The crazy people around who were controlled by the other side also completely stopped their offensive behavior.
They either stood there with a dull expression, slowly shedding tears of blood, or fell to the ground and died instantly, without any signs of life.
"Alas, even though I have seen it countless times, I still can't bear to see these civilians shed tears of blood. Boys, give them a quick death!"
Old John shook his head slightly and took a deep breath of the polluted air.
With a heavy expression, he turned his head and shouted softly to the gang dogs surrounding the battlefield.
And heard old John's order.
More than two dozen gang dogs quickly put away their silver-plated sabers.
They raised their laser guns again and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Chi Chi Chi——
The scorching lasers, mixed with blue and red light, easily penetrated the flesh and blood of a large number of mindless people.
It also ended their long-lasting suffering.
"This area should have been cleared. Let's stop advancing for now and wait for the team behind us to catch up. We're going too far into the slums this time... Search the surrounding buildings horizontally. If you find any civilians still inside, evacuate them as soon as possible. There's no need to reunite with me!"
Old John, his crimson beard twitching slightly, scanned the unfamiliar surroundings with his one eye.
He raised his clenched fist and swung it vigorously.
After the gang dogs were divided into groups of five, they quickly dispersed towards the surrounding low buildings.
Old John, with a much more relaxed expression, suddenly pulled out a handful of ammunition from inside his thick carapace.
He slowly loaded the shotgun.
Hiss, hiss, hiss——
At this moment, in the dirty mud around, soaked with the enemy's blood.
Suddenly, strands of extremely thin blood veins extended out.
These blood veins that seemed to have special activity actually gathered quickly and silently towards Old John's position!
However, just as extremely sinister strands of blood veins were about to reach Old John's feet.
Old John, who had just loaded his shotgun, suddenly jumped up from the spot, rising several meters!
At the same time, a freezing grenade whose ring had been pulled off at some point had quietly landed on the ground!
Crackling——
Accompanied by a crisp popping sound.
Countless blood-colored icicles leaning outward suddenly bloomed like a gorgeous flower.
The extremely cold temperature that spread rapidly also completely covered the area of several meters in radius, destroying those very strange blood veins!
Boom!
The next moment, a pair of combat boots made of carapace armor heavily crushed the blood-colored icicles.
Old John's tall body fell to the ground with a loud bang.
He blinked his one eye slightly.
He stared at the dark alley not far away with a cold gaze and sneered:
"Hehe... Come out, little guy. I smelled the blood on you before the last battle. Otherwise, why would I let those guys leave early? It was to reduce their casualties..."
Old John had just finished speaking.
A very hot Mexican woman with a golden scepter in her slender hand slowly walked out of her hiding place.
She was wearing a dark red robe that was obviously more exquisite and gorgeous than the blood priest's.
Even the open V-neck in front revealed a large area of tanned skin.
"Are you one of the leaders of the invasion team? Is the blue demon who escaped earlier also one of yours?"
The Mexican woman, whose tan skin seemed to glow slightly in the night, asked calmly.
There seemed to be an innate superiority in her voice.
"Oh... We've been fighting for such a long time, but you don't even know who you're fighting. Isn't your intelligence information too backward? Also, how can a hardworking old man like me become a leader?"
"Oh, by the way, I want to correct Buggy. We are not invaders. Instead, we are the saviors of mankind... Although I am not a 'local', if I contribute to this, my chances of entering Valhalla may be a little better..."
Old John's neat beard, dyed crimson by blood, trembled slightly.
With a serious expression, he corrected the mistakes in his words to the Mexican woman standing not far away.
"I don't care who you are. If your combat team chooses to withdraw from the slums now, the Blood Worship Sect can forgive your rudeness and cruelty... We will also promise to let the remaining civilians go, but we need to do it step by step according to our way."
The Mexican woman with wheat-colored skin suddenly blinked her eyes which gradually turned blood red.
But she still maintained a calm tone when speaking to Old John.
At this moment, Old John suddenly raised his mechanical arm and shook it vigorously.
"Wait a minute, let me do the math... Including the priest I just killed, fifteen priests have died in my hands, right? If you include the priests killed by others, you seem to have lost more than twenty middle and upper-level ones... But I heard that you only have sixty-six blood priests in total..."
"If it weren't for saving a few more humans...how long do you think bad guys like you like Bistam could hold out?"
Old John, grinning, seemed to subconsciously put the mechanical arm around his waist.
The shotgun held tightly in his other hand was also carried on his shoulder armor.
Then, he continued with a smile to the Mexican woman whose face suddenly turned gloomy:
"So, who are you? Are you the bishop leader of the Blood Worship Sect? Or are you the woman in the bed of those high-ranking members of the sect..."
"Go to hell—"
However, before Old John could finish his words.
The Mexican woman, with a gloomy face as if possessed by frost, suddenly raised the golden scepter in her palm.
At the same time, a low-pitched but sharp chant quickly came out of the other party's mouth!
Almost at the same time.
Strands of dark red blood bursting from the corpses scattered all over the ground suddenly appeared in the air.
Like a bunch of long blood arrows, they shot towards Old John's position!
"Little guy, I'm waiting for you--"
At this moment, the mechanical arm on Old John's waist quickly raised up.
The remaining three ice grenades have already flown out of his hands!
It rolled violently and flew over the head of the Mexican woman!
In the blink of an eye, countless crystal clear cold icicles burst into life!
Thank you for your support!
This plot is almost over, and the next simulation is to meet the Primarch of the rebellion.
I am hesitating whether to write about the main perspective, that is, the main perspective of the simulation...
(End of this chapter)