Overturned Tower

As if sensing Russell's determination, the psychic weapon named "Saint's Beheading" suddenly shone with light.

Feeling a certain dampness. Russell subconsciously touched his neck.

He felt his hands full of blood.

The faint pain made him realize that there was a strange wound on his neck.

It is obviously such a dangerous position, and it is easy to hit a major artery. But it didn't hurt Russell's life.

Instinctively, he wiped the blood from his hand towards the short knife.

As the blood covered the original white part of the dagger, Russell slowly pulled out a bright red and translucent light blade.

It is no longer the short knife that was too short to cut watermelon.

Rather, it was Russell himself who determined the most convenient blade length.

It's like Russell's left hand soaked in blood is the sheath of this long knife.

With the idea of ​​testing the knife, he faced the silent captain's room and struck the door lock with his knife!

It's not the sharp noise of a sharp blade hitting metal, nor the noise of a machine spring when a heavy object cuts off a door lock.

But it was completely beyond Russell's expectation, an extremely intense and sharp noise——

Just like a chainsaw that feeds a piece of iron into a high-speed rotation, it makes a sharp sound and at the same time, little sparks burst out.

This even scared Russell himself.

He also immediately realized that the other party would definitely realize that he was outside the door.

At this moment, the airship began to swing to the other side.

So Russell immediately followed the swinging force and pressed against the wall on the other side.

Almost the next moment he approached, huge gunshots rang out from the room one after another.

Peng - Peng!

Densely packed metal projectiles came slanting like iron rain, instantly deforming the solid metal door.

The small projectiles passed through the iron door, leaving deep scratches on the floor, ceiling and walls on both sides.

If Russell hadn't avoided it, he might have been sprayed into a sieve by now.

The second shot fired almost immediately knocked the deformed heavy iron door straight away.

Russell happened to hide in the L-shaped corner on the side of the door and avoided this attack.

There should be a projectile that penetrated the connection between the iron door and the wall. After flying out, the iron door that landed on the ground made a sharp and loud noise, dragged on the ground and made a sharp metal noise - this noise was bound to be heard by other passengers on the airship.

Russell immediately held his breath.

If passengers hear such a loud noise, they may come out of their rooms and come here to check the situation. If they are caught off guard, they may be injured or even killed by powerful projectiles.

Russell could see very clearly that after the projectile penetrated the thick iron door, it flew out for nearly ten meters and embedded itself in the opposite wall.

Even such a heavy iron door will be blown away——

As long as it is rubbed by it, I am afraid that I will lose combat effectiveness immediately.

Is it reasonable that this kind of power can be sprayed continuously?

Is this really a hand-held troll, not a cluster cannon?

Russell was actually not sure how many bullets the other party had left.

If there are only two bullets in the opponent's gun, then now is the safest moment; but if there are more than four or even eight bullets, and only two rounds at a time, then it will be very dangerous for Russell to rush in next .

——But we can’t delay it any longer.

If people hear the sound and gather together, the probability of accidentally injuring innocent passengers and flight attendants will greatly increase.

In other words, the probability is 100% - whoever comes to see it will die.

At least change the direction of the opponent's gun and no longer aim at the corridor...

Although he became increasingly frightened and nervous to the point where his heart was beating fiercely, Russell's body became more agile and supple.

The thoughts in my mind were spinning, but only for a moment.

When the door had just been blown out and the smoke that exploded when it hit the ground had not dissipated, Russell hunched over and jumped in directly against the wind, and immediately bounced and rolled to one side the moment he entered the room.

The man had finished two rounds and was reloading. I had just loaded the first one, and the moment I saw someone coming in, I immediately pulled the trigger at the door.

But obviously, Russell's small size and dexterous movements caught the opponent by surprise. Moreover, the sharp noise of the iron door dragging on the ground also blocked the sound of Russell's footsteps when he rushed in.

Russell rolled in with his body hunched over, less than two palms high from the ground.

Almost all the projectiles passed over Russell, and only one grazed Russell's back.

His clothes were torn, and the blood didn't even have time to soak out immediately.

Russell, however, felt almost no pain.

At the moment of injury, his green pupils suddenly tightened into the vertical pupils of a feline.

The world in front of me seemed to become dim and slow.

After he rolled and landed in a very awkward position, he landed on three limbs and dragged on the ground.

The extremely soft body regained its balance with the help of its long tail adjusting the angle of its spine.

While he was rolling, the bright red light blade he was holding was dragging on the ground, bursting out clusters of sparks. When those projectiles hit the blade, they exploded into a bright ball of light, but Russell barely felt the impact.

This momentary phenomenon gave Russell a new idea.

It only took him a moment to observe the gangster.

That guy was wearing a mask like the other three mercenaries, and even his ears were wrapped in protective equipment. It is impossible to determine a specific spiritual relative by just observing. His body is nearly two meters tall, and his arms are so strong that they are twice as thick as Russell's thighs. There are not many signs of prosthetic transformation - except for the prosthetic left arm, only a strange metal belt is tied around his waist.

And the spray gun in his hand was almost the same as the one he took out on bad days before. The only difference is that there is an extra thick tube in front... which seems to make the projectiles more concentrated.

But that's why - it didn't completely hurt Russell.

The gangster realized that the shot had missed and did not try to forcefully load it.

Instead, he held the shotgun in his right hand and opened his left hand towards Russell.

Looking at the glowing black hole in the palm of his left hand, Russell suddenly felt a great sense of crisis in his heart.

He immediately turned the blade of his right hand sideways and tilted it in front of him.

The moment the red-hot projectile was fired, Russell could clearly see its trajectory.

He was half reacting, half anticipating.

Aiming at the high-speed trajectory of the projectile, his pupils stretched to the limit.

A distorted shadow became extremely clear in his dim vision.

Russell pulled the blade horizontally and slashed suddenly——

I saw the "projectile" suddenly burst into a ball of brilliant fire.

A bad premonition suddenly occurred in Russell's heart.

The next moment, it exploded.

Didn't explode right next to Russell though. But at this distance, the shock wave caused by the explosion still suddenly threw Russell backwards, staggering into the wall.

The back that had been scratched by the bullet was hit hard again, and my chest felt tight.

Under the severe pain, Russell only felt that his eyes were blank, his arms were numb, and he used all his strength to hold the weapon in his hand... But even so, his brain's thinking almost came to a standstill.

This is thanks to Russell cutting it in half in advance, which greatly reduced the power of the explosion.

If it really hit Russell, I'm afraid he would be blown to pieces.

But fortunately, the explosion is also fair——

The air wave swept across and directly exploded the table between the two of them.

The ground in the captain's room shook, and cups and plates suddenly shattered on the floor. The middle-aged man who was tied to the captain's seat and whose temples were decorated like bird feathers took advantage of the chaos and quietly pressed a hidden button.

At this time, the old elf who was originally tied up in the corner was hit hard against the wall with his head. Suddenly he woke up with a groan.

As soon as he woke up and opened his eyes.

Just then, he saw a masked gangster holding a shotgun, his head flying high. Blood flowed like a fountain, sprinkling behind him.

The old man's pupils suddenly shrank slightly.

He didn't yell immediately - when he turned around, he saw the cat-eared boy holding a bloody light blade, who was thrown to the wall by the air wave.

Soon, he focused his gaze on the light blade in the young man's hand.

"...Beheading a saint?"

He murmured in a low voice with some hesitation.