Mystery: The All-Seeing Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 17 Death Is Our Responsibility
But Aiwen, who seemed unaware of this, still lowered his head, unconsciously resisting the pollution and madness from the moon, and asked in a raving voice:

"What is the Emperor's will?"

"Fight to the death!"

The firm and solemn response that sounded behind him made his body tremble slightly, and then he roared eagerly:

"What is death?"

"Bang!" Just as he finished speaking, the loud gunfire gave him a fierce response. The large-caliber revolver in Dick's hand and the rising light blue smoke instantly blew the horn of attack.

Sariel, who is a Sequence Eight "Fighting Scholar", had finished praying almost at the same time, and the spiritual wind blowing invisible, pulled out a wall of isolation behind Aiwen, who was shot and his head was thrown back.

Immediately afterwards, she threw one of the short sticks in her hand to Old Deke who attempted to forcefully perform the ceremony by biting her fingertips without the aid of spiritual materials.

Then, under the support of the spiritual wind, and under the cover of the gunshots from Captain Dick, he leaned against the wall and leaned over to rush towards Alvin Stimson in the middle of the corridor.

"Painful, broken!" Salier's cold voice suddenly sounded.

The magical item "Patra Short Stick", emitting a faint light blue light, smashed towards Aiwen's high neck with afterimages.

This weapon made by the arbitrator path and the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence Nine has a weak law ability. As long as it hits the target's body, it can cause severe pain to the body, and it will be broken forcibly under the action of extraordinary power. Bones in the flesh.

The distance between the short stick and the opponent's neck was getting closer and closer, and Salier's heart, which had been suspended, began to fall slowly with her attacking movements.

During this period, she never dared to look behind the other party, the huge phantom that made her panic in her heart, she just wanted to succeed with the next blow driven by responsibility, and then quickly escaped.

But the next moment, the originally aggressive short stick was gently pinched by a thin palm that suddenly stretched out.

And Salier, who hadn't reacted yet, was about to rely on her own inertia to quickly pass by the opponent, but because the weapon was suddenly restrained, she lost her center of gravity and hit Aiwen directly.

"Get out!" Captain Dick shouted eagerly from behind.

As if suddenly bumping into a rock while running wildly, Salier, who felt a strong sense of dizziness, subconsciously let go of the short stick in her hand, and was about to lower her body and roll to the side.

Suddenly, he felt his head tighten, and with the huge traction, his whole body rose into the air.

In the panic, Salier felt that the spiritual wind that was holding her up had completely disappeared, and saw Aiwen pinching her head with one hand and lifting her up gently.

On the other hand, the weapon "Patra Short Staff" that originally belonged to her suddenly burst into a dazzling dark golden light, turning into a flaming torch, and then completely melted like a candle, dripping on the There was a muffled sound of "Puff" in the corridor.

"let me go!"

The panic-stricken Salier seemed to have forgotten her proficient fighting skills, and desperately tore at Aiwen's thin but rock-like body.

As a result, the raised head of the other party slowly returned to normal, and a shattered silver bullet shot down from the corner of the forehead that could barely scratch the skin.

On the cheeks covered with veins, two scarlet eyes were burning with illusory flames, and on the firm jaw, the fangs protruding from the corners of the mouth looked sharp and ferocious.

Sariel, who was shocked by the vision of Evan Stimson's body, suddenly realized that she was embraced by a pair of strong arms.

The white and tender skin on the neck felt a little tingling when it was pierced by a sharp object.

Slowly, Salier felt her own spirituality, passing away quietly along with the liquid gushing out from her neck.

The originally tense body began to become soft, and a piece of pure white wings pierced the ugly cocoon behind Aiwen in the misty vision, and it was slowly stretching.

And that huge figure was staring at her, facing her, and the solemn voice with a special resonance between him and the person hugging her said slowly in her ear word by word:

"Death is my...responsibility!"

……

"The great god of steam and machinery!" Old Dirk trembled, smearing blood with his own spirituality on the wall frantically.

Behind him, Captain Dick, who was unable to shoot the mouse-throwing weapon because of Salier's body, took out a fist-sized mechanical pocket watch from his pocket, gritted his teeth and pressed the knob on the top.

Amidst the crisp ticking sound and old Dirk's hoarse prayer, he began to charge Alvin Stimson fearlessly.

"You are the embodiment of essence;"

"You are the artisan's protector;"

"You are the brilliance of technology!"

"I beg you, to cast your great gaze on your devout believer, Dirk Muller; I beg you, to grant your faithful servant Dick Sebastian, unrivaled courage and strength; I beg you to save Sa Lil Alda is in peril..."

"Great god of steam and machinery! May your kingdom come... may your will be done on earth..." Old Dirk roared towards the mechanical holy emblem smeared with blood and the corresponding secret text on the wall.

"Boom!"

At the end of the corridor, as old Dirk said his last prayer, the wall next to "Rupert's Gate" suddenly sank downwards with a dull sound, revealing the inside, like a robot sleeping in a coffin I.

"Cuckoo..."

Amid the unique friction sound of gears and connecting rods, the body of the puppet trembled slightly, stretched out a palm similar to a real person, but with a mechanical connecting rod protruding from the joints, pulled off the sleeve on the other arm, and wrapped it in a glass-like In front of the eyes that shone with an inexplicable gleam.

Then step by step, he walked out from the coffin on the wall.

In the corridor, old Deke, who had lost a lot of energy and spirituality due to the prayer ceremony, turned his head subconsciously after noticing the abnormal noise at the end of the corridor.

Seeing a mechanical doll wearing a brown priest's robe, but one sleeve was missing, and the eyes were wrapped with cloth strips. Except for the lack of skin, the mechanical doll was no different from a real person. He was stunned on the spot and whispered in disbelief. Said to himself:
"Why didn't I know... there is a mechanical puppet hidden next to Rupert's Gate?"

But the weird mechanical puppet didn't seem to notice his existence at all, and went straight to Alvin Stimson on the other side of the corridor.

At the same time, facing Dick who was charging, Ivan skipped his gaze without stopping, and met the puppet who was slowly coming out from the depths of the corridor.

"heresy!"

Throwing aside the pale and limp Sariel, and speaking slowly, Aiwen and the huge phantom behind him had a special resonance, and the originally slightly immature voice was subtly tainted with a little majesty.

"In the name of the father of forging, the lord of fire dragons..."

Before he could finish speaking, an ethereal voice suddenly came from the corridor, interrupting him directly.

"Submit!"

With a "plop", the already extremely weak old Dirk fell to the ground directly, and the other short stick in his hand was thrown on the ground, and he fainted on the spot.

While running wildly, Dick Sebastian, who was about to arrive in front of Aiwen, flickered, lost his center of gravity in an instant, and couldn't restrain himself, the huge inertia generated when he rushed forward.

He fell to the corridor floor with his head and slid directly to Ivan's feet.

"Damn!"

Gritting his teeth, Dick directly pressed the knob on the giant pocket watch, his body turned into an afterimage, and he started to go backwards crazily as if going back in time, and returned to the place where he started in the next second.

At the same time, under the effect of the magical item, he lost the relevant memory, and when he was about to press the knob again, he suddenly noticed the mechanical puppet beside him.

"The mechanical heart appeared? When did it happen?"

On the other side, in the ethereal voice of the puppet, Aiwen, who was also affected, could hardly control his body and was about to kneel down.

The strong pressure, accompanied by the overwhelmed body, gave out violent gasps, and for a moment Ivan seemed to have returned to the plague war period, the tragic battlefield like a meat grinder in Persia in the dead world.

(End of this chapter)