Chapter 1027: The shadow of Dunwich (middle)

When he fell on the floor, Steven Blackhart's world shrank.
The consciousness of the body disappears, and the sensation becomes data integrated into the subconscious.
Everyone in the courtroom knew from his childhood that he was born a weapon, a killer and an executioner, but most people are used to staying far away to complete these tasks.
They are not paladins or assassins, and they are even different from temple killers.
The judges kill like gods, and do not even have to hold a sharp blade or be contaminated with blood. The area of ​​force action is cramped, the variables are too subtle, and it is too easy to misjudge.
It means chaos, it symbolizes depravity, destruction.
But occasionally, this is also necessary.
At the end of the darkness, those blurred figures moved too fast to track.
But it doesn't matter. Stephen Blackhart's focus is not on reaction. Prediction is everything.
Soon, the smell of heavy witchcraft entered his nasal cavity, and the most useful information quickly appeared in his mind.
Three weapons, evils cast through blood sacrifice, have a 90% probability of being a long-range weapon.
The next second, he got up from rolling.
The electronic devices implanted in his brain allowed him to combine nerve reflexes with feedback information, as if temporarily handing his body to a machine in his brain, rather than his own soul.
This sounds a bit scary, but it is extremely important, because from the opponent's training and conditioned reflex, they will predict the target's movement before firing.
Stephen Blackhart twisted his body and crawled on the ground, spreading his limbs like a spider.
In an instant, two red magic rays crossed from his original position.
But there is one opponent who has not yet started.
His muscles tightened.
This guy delayed shooting to prevent the other two partners from shorting, a very smart and dangerous character.
As his muscles shook, he jumped from the floor again, and the purple evil energy hit the floor, exploding a circle of stone into dust.
Stephen twisted his body while flying in the air, his hands grasping the edge of the vent that was still open.
Although the other exits of the air duct were probably exposed, he yanked himself into the air duct.
Twenty meters ahead, the only viable exit, but locked.
He could hear the soft, agile sound of people in the passage below, so he slid his hand into a pocket and touched the tiny smooth sphere.
If they are alive, there is no possibility of escape, so escape is no longer the first option.
It is said that this grenade was not made by humans, but from an extremely ancient alien race. It was discovered by the ancient ancestors of the Civic Temple in a place similar to the Museum of Ancient Humans. This strange weapon was found in that terrible hell.
Its surface is smooth, like bone meal, and whenever it is touched, it always seems to keep the same temperature as the skin, neither hot nor cold.
Stephen didn't get information about its origin, the only thing he knew was what would happen when it detonated, which is enough.
After taking a few deep breaths, he threw the grenade from his mouth and immediately retracted his body into the wind.
Poof~!
There is no huge momentum, only a blast that resembles a sharp object piercing the air at high speed. The grenade exploded with a sound like countless needles scraping metal, and a beam of light evaporated the edge of the mouth.
The erupting heat swept through Stephen, making the skin on his face scorching and bubbling.
Then there is silence.
When it was inferred that the opponents had all been terminated, the high-level judges put the mask back on their eyes and blinked the feedback from the mechanical flying insects in the channel around their current position.
There was no one there, at least they seemed to be.
On the other hand, his left leg and ankle were severely burned in a skin, a wound was visible with bone deep, and he was still bleeding.
Stephen felt he needed to move, and a watch in his consciousness began to count.
"His... damn, this coverage is too great."
Two seconds later, he slid out of the broken vent and hung a heartbeat on it.
At this time the entire passageway turned red, and a thick layer of curry-like meat slurry covered the walls and ceiling.
There was some solid objects in the middle of the damp, and the high-ranking inquisitor who was accustomed to the big scene was no exception, but quickly found the grenade with his eyes.
Its surface is covered with blood, and the single-fiber filament erupting from its surface has been retracted into its eggshell-shaped shell.
Then his eyes jumped to identify, and finally selected some other things from the broth.
"I like the power."
Five seconds later, he jumped down and caused a little splash when landing.
Immediately picked up the grenade, and then took two quick steps to pull out three things that looked like implants. There will be such things in the body of senior worshippers of blood worship, so that their superiors can keep track of their movements at any time.
A precise jump brought him to the edge of the expanding blood pool. Stephen took off the sewer worker uniforms that he wore, without affecting his stride.
After removing the clothes, his neck is like a python with four limbs, and the scales constantly change their color with the change of the surrounding light. This kind of combat clothes called nano holy clothes is only high. Judges can only borrow from the citizen’s temple when they go out to perform top secret missions.
After simple treatment of the wound, he began to run, and several plug-in devices attached to the combat suit interrupted the smooth lines of the muscles.
Things will become a bit messy, but there is no other way to go, he is facing a direct threat, and that means the possibility of a complete failure of the task becomes very realistic
According to his years of experience, the time required for the enemy to detect the loss is about 9 to 15 seconds.
Thirteen seconds later, the sealed door from the passage into the rest of the blood worship underground lair is in front of him. The visor is projecting the scene in the room and the passage within a certain range near him, while his mechanical flying insects are in Reorganized around to form a protective wall.
14 seconds.
A mechanical flying insect on the other side of the gate caught signs of activity, and a person entered the opposite passage.
He noticed the military uniform of the New California Republic, the military rank and the surrounding pistols.
This is an intermediate officer and should be a garrison.
He had no way of knowing whether that person was really what he looked like, and in this case it didn't matter. The channel where he was now was filled with liquid wreckage of three blood worshippers, and there was only one exit.
16 seconds.
He slammed the door open on both sides and rushed past in the run.
"Who"
The officer turned around when he heard the voice, and he opened his mouth.
The High Inquisitor's hand came forward, and a metal spike was popped from his wrist, which quickly entered the opponent's neck like a snake kiss, and then pulled out.
The officer began to fall. Unless a very, very sophisticated and suspicious expert examined the dead officer, the conclusion could only be that he died of a sudden heart attack.
The Inquisitor ran past his body.
19 seconds~EbookFREE.me~ He began to think about other things. The blood worship church should clean up the bodies of their dead associates, but they would not be interested in arousing official vigilance, making them realize that there is a hidden war in their midst. Go ahead, a blood-stained passage will cause them as much trouble as Stephen.
At least it is inferred that the situation should be so developed, that is the best result.
He needs to temporarily leave the enemy's search range, he needs to get out of here, re-find a safe entrance, and then find favorable evidence to eliminate those heretics and traitors hidden on the surface.
23 seconds.
The enemy has already found the loss with great probability. He flashed into a small repair room, lifted the rusted gate from the ground, and looked back at him in the deep dark space.
26 seconds.
A large number of figures appeared in the passageway before him, and Stephen exhaled carefully, sinking into the darkness waiting.