Angelus pulled out the temporary painkiller from his waist and gave himself an injection.
Things are not going well for him here.
In just a few minutes, Angelus tried hard to dodge the attack of the Sirol monster, but the claws seemed to be able to tear the air, and even the wind pressure on the claws could cut his throat. Now he is covered in lacerations and bruises from the fall, and he can only take painkillers to keep his body functioning normally.
The ability of the Sirol monster far exceeded his expectations. The synthetic steel of the entire train was vulnerable to him, no different than scraps of paper. Can that kind of amazing destructive power really be possessed by an individual?
But Angelus didn't give up, he still had a chance of winning.
This train was loaded with hundreds of monsters beyond Sirol, and they were sleeping peacefully in iron boxes.
Those iron boxes can freeze Easterners, so maybe they can also freeze Sirol monsters.
Angelus has completely understood that it is almost impossible for him to kill the Sirol monster. Regular swords and bullets have no effect on him. The only thing he can do now is to turn him into an ice sculpture.
At this time, there was a clicking sound from the portable communicator. He immediately took out the headset and put it on his ears, while inserting the steam core he carried into it.
After a period of unstable mechanical noise, the man voice entered his ears through bone conduction.
"Great, you're still alive," the man said. From the voice Angelus recognized that it was his eldest brother Cesar.
Angelus tapped the reply button and returned a "yes."
Because the portable communication machine is small in size, it cannot be packed with a complete dual-channel encoding and decoding mechanism. The designer uses the operation of connecting and disconnecting communication to allow the person being communicated to convey a "yes" or "no" answer. The communicator itself was designed to convey information to soldiers on the battlefield, and there was no need for such precise replies in the first place.
"Very good, listen quietly. Not long ago, the eldest son of the Stewart family reached a deal with us. They informed us that the elders of the Stewart family were crazy and tried to make their pick-up truck carry a self-destructive agent to destroy the cargo. , On the contrary, we need to prove that the responsibility for the Stewart family's 'rebellion' lies only with one of the elders. Of course, the Agreement Bureau is very angry about this, and they have given me the authority to deploy the divine weapons. You only need to hold on for ten minutes. We will arrive there with weapons in ten minutes." Cesar paused, "Ten minutes, can we do it?"
Angelus glanced sideways at Sirol, who was throwing goods carelessly at the rear of the carriage, and felt that ten minutes was still too long.
"Yes" he replied to the other party.
"Very well. Don't die, Angelus."
After the eldest brother finished speaking, his voice broke. Angelus looked down and saw the portable steam core burned into the box.
In ten minutes, he might die here, or he might survive successfully.
He abandoned the unsafe plan to freeze Cyrol, which was too unreliable. He needed to take a gamble and see if fate would be on his side in these ten minutes.
And he happens to be very good at playing hide and seek.
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Sirol monster smashed the container in the carriage for a long time, but he could not vent the anger in his heart.
That fire-like hatred made him want to destroy everything in the world.
At this moment, Angelus jumped out from behind the box and suddenly appeared in his field of vision. As soon as that familiar figure appeared, the anger in his heart seemed to have a direction to vent.
"An-G-L-S—" he growled.
But Angelus was very indifferent and just glanced at him sideways before turning around and running away. That look struck a chord of horror in Sirol mind. Although he didn't have much consciousness left, those annoying memories appeared one after another. The arrogant brother, the crazy classmates, and the old people in the family. They all looked at me like this.
Damn, damn! You all deserve to die!
Sirol roared, his eyes filled with bright red bloodshot eyes, and he rushed towards Angelus regardless of the consequences.
At this moment, Angelus suddenly turned around, flicked his right hand, and threw a small iron can at him.
That thing flew very slowly, and in Sirol eyes there was no threat at all. I saw him reaching out and catching the tin can without hesitation.
If Sirol was still rational at this time, he would never do such a thing. Instead, he would hide in the bunker as soon as the iron can was thrown at him.
What Angelus threw was a flash grenade.
But Monster Sirol can't even remember his own name now. He only remembers that the girl with a ferocious smile in his mind is his most important person, and if she asks him to kill someone, he must kill someone.
In an instant, the flash grenade turned into a point of light in the hands of the Sirol monster, and the violent flash and shocking sound impacted his senses. He quickly threw down the flash bomb, covered his face and roared on the spot. But it was too late. The zero-distance burning flash and tremolo of magnesium powder burned his retinas and penetrated his eardrums.
If Sirol was still a human being, he would have been bleeding on the ground and unable to move.
But white tentacles grew out of the places on Sirol face that were burned by the flash of magnesium powder. Those tentacles crawled into his eyes and ears, and then his retina and eardrum were completely repaired.
What a monster. Sirol sighed with the little bit of consciousness he had left.
But he was very happy. Because in his eyes, both Angelus and Medici were invincible. But now that he is a monster, he can fight the opponent.
Sirol grinned and let out a big breath, while relying only on the strength of his lower limbs to stand up, and mobilized all his senses to find the prey that dared to hurt him. But Angelus slipped away quickly and was no longer in this room.
There was only a half-open, swaying door in front of the Sirol monster. He angrily tore down the door and rushed to the next car. He tore apart the iron door and part of the wall, and rushed into the next car with a sadistic roar.
But Angelus was still missing from that carriage. Not in the next section, not in the next section.
Until he ran to the last carriage, he still didn't see Angelus.
Where is Angelus? Angrily, Sirol Monster looked around, but couldn't see any living person anywhere.
The last carriage is a special carriage, which contains precious high-end samples. There were only three golden coffins in the huge carriage, and in the middle coffin was a girl sleeping quietly in it.
Suddenly, the carriage suddenly became dark.
The power system was cut off and all the lights went out instantly. In the steel room, only the red emergency light penetrated the air-conditioning mist and kept flickering on and off.
The Sirol monster listened, and paced cautiously about the room.
At this time, he heard a small sound coming from under the floor.
The curve of the corners of his mouth slid up to his cheeks. The Sirol monster extended its claws and stabbed towards the sound without hesitation.
In an instant, the sound of the floor being torn apart mixed with vibrations exploded in the room.
"What!"
But the Sirol monster didn't kill anyone, and a vibrating black sword pierced his arm. That was the vibrating sword that Cyrol prepared to assassinate Angelus not long ago, and it was also the weapon that pierced his chest not long ago.
Why here? Why did it pierce its own arm?
Before Monster Sirol had time to think, several flash grenades appeared in his field of vision instantly. Because one hand was damaged, the impact of the flash grenades could not be completely blocked. Before he could repair his body, the carriage door fell, the explosion-proof mechanism was closed, the rotary lock was pressurized, and the door was locked.
This special carriage is the only carriage that has been tightly sealed, and explosion-proof doors are specially installed to protect the goods inside.
Not only that, the number on the thermometer in the room kept beating at this moment.
13℃
10℃
2℃
-3℃
-10℃
-18℃...
Finally, the value stopped at -38°C, and everything in the room began to be covered with a layer of frost, including the monster standing in the center of the room.
Outside the room, Angelus gasped and leaned against the door to observe.
His plan worked.
Starting from the first carriage where he played hide-and-seek with Cyrol, he hid under the train and went all the way to the high-end carriage at the end, where an activated power sword was hidden under the carriage. Since then, he has been hiding in the car without making a sound, and even his heart rate has been reduced to the lowest level.
He was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity for the monster to become careless because of injury.
The first grenade Angelus threw was to test whether the Sirol monster would panic due to the loss of vision.
Angelus made the right bet.
He raised his hand and looked at the mechanical watch on his wrist. There were still five minutes left before the additional personnel mentioned in the communication.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense nerves finally relaxed.
Click.
Click, click.
"what sound?"
But before he could rest for long, a strange clicking sound came from behind.
He looked back and saw a strange crack on the carriage, which was still expanding. Not only that, he also felt that the temperature in the car seemed to have increased.
Angelus quickly leaned over the small picture window and looked into the carriage.
The Sirol monster still stood in the center of the room, but his body was covered with red lines. Those patterns were like blood vessels, opening and relaxing, and the golden blood began to flow to the whole body.
It's like breathing.
Angelus suddenly had a bad feeling. The scene was as if the Sirol monster he had played hide and seek with him not long ago was just a baby, and now the baby woke up from a long sleep. He continuously pumps the golden blood and transports nutrients to all parts of the body.
He took his first breath.
Along with the golden pulse, the temperature of the carriage rose sharply. The blood vessels spread from the soles of Sirol Monster feet to the floor of the carriage, and golden blood spilled all over the floor. The blood was like hot lava. When it hit the floor, it immediately turned into a puddle of red water with rolling bubbles.
What the hell is this?
Angelus could no longer explain the sight before him. This was far from what he imagined. If he was an unfathomable monster not long ago, now his unexplainable mysterious power...
"Divine power..."
Angelus blurted out whatever popped into his head for the first time.
Sirol opened his eyes again. But this time he was not angry or surprised. His eyes were like the surface of a waveless lake, devoid of any emotion.
He waved his hand, and the red water on the floor formed his hand armor with a large amount of black steel. The armor was like an extended whip. As his arm swung, it drove the torn apart carriage base and smashed it directly towards Angelus.
Angelus quickly lowered his head. But he forgot that he was also standing on the car at this time. The base of the car flew towards the front of the car at an extremely fast speed. The huge speed threw his whole body out and smashed into the nearby land.
The carriage base that flew forward smashed through several carriages, and finally crashed into the old train station. Houses collapsed and dust flew.