Chapter 203: Gao Weier's Fall (VI)

Old Ethan is fifty-eight years old this year, which is definitely considered an old man in this era. Many townspeople who grew up at the same time as him are already buried in the cemetery outside the town.

Both of his temples were gray, and his face, which had been eroded by the sea wind and frost for a long time, was covered with wrinkles as deep as ravines, just like his aging body under his clothes was also covered with shocking scars.

When he was young, he left his family to serve the country, but in the end he only suffered injuries and a meager pension - his sacrifices for the country were meaningless, just like the deaths of his comrades who fell one after another at that time. It doesn't make any sense either.

Young Ethan returned to his hometown in despair, married the girl who had been waiting for his first love for many years, and learned how to become a hard-working fisherman, just like his ancestors for hundreds of years.

During the breaks in fishing, he would also pick up a shotgun and walk into the mountains to become a hunter. Thanks to the marksmanship he honed in the army, he was considered an excellent hunter and could often catch small prey. It can change the taste of my wife who is tired of eating smoked fish, grilled fish, fried fish and fish soup, and at the same time improve the nutrition of the fetus in my wife's belly.

However, his beloved wife left him eighteen years ago. At that time, he was hit in the head by a masonry splashed by an explosion while running on the street. He lost consciousness and fell to the ground, but he was able to escape.

But when he stumbled home in the early morning, resisting dizziness, he saw his wife, who was cold and stiff, with the last-minute terror still remaining on her face, and her beautiful blue eyes turned into a dead gray. And there's a damn fly sitting on it!

Ethan buried his wife with numb grief, but the shadow of his beloved always remained in his heart.

Sometimes when he sat alone in the house and watched the flames of the fireplace burning, he would see his wife's graceful figure slowly walking out of the fire in a trance, sitting on his lap, and continuing to be charming with him... But back After coming to his senses, Ethan still couldn't help but raise his murderous hands to cover his face and cry bitterly.

So when old Ethan heard the familiar sound of explosions again today, he immediately picked up the shotgun and rushed out of the door, with calm yet violent fireworks burning in his eyes.

Because of his age and seniority, many young people who were also willing to take revenge were willing to follow his team, and he became the leader of the resistance team this time, walking at the front of the team.

"I will lead the team this time, and I will definitely not make the same mistake that old Ethan did... he actually got lost in the illusion of a cultist and beat up his friends!!!" Old Ethan roared resolutely in his heart.

As soon as the sworn old Ethan arrived at the intersection of Gowell Street, he heard the strange and heart-rending drumbeats. He was about to fire a gun to wake up the young brats behind him who were not determined enough... But what happened next? The lonely old man saw his long-missed wife.

After listening to his wife's explanation, he finally realized that he had been resenting the wrong person all this time... The damn Michaelis family, you really deserve to die! ! !

So Old Ethan raised his arms and shouted: "Come on, defeat the evil Michaelis family, and take back what belongs to us!!!"

The friends who had also woken up also shouted in unison: "Rush! Take back what should belong to our town of Ilkesmouth!!!"

Listening to the passionate war drums echoing in his ears, Old Ethan felt as if the blood all over his body was boiling. He seemed to have returned to the days when he served the country and fought in battles. At that time, he was still young and had uses all over his body. Endless strength... But at this moment, he felt that his condition was much better than when he was young!

The heart beats so powerfully, and the endless power seems to be transported to every inch of muscle along with the hot blood!

His facial features were as sharp as if they were polished, and the fluttering wind and snow fell in his eyes as slowly as a snail!

The waist and kidneys are as strong as iron, and the pale and dry hair falling in front of his eyes seems to become black and shiny in an instant!

Old Ethan couldn't help but let out an excited howl like a gray wolf looking at the moon, and led the troops to rush straight to the top of the mountain. The rugged and steep mountain road was easier to walk than ever before. His strides seemed like walking on flat ground, even in the wind and snow. It’s hard for them to hide their vision.

There is a voice constantly whispering in my mind, urging me to speed up, and I will soon be able to capture the Gowell Hotel and seize the mysterious power of the Michaelis family... By then, I will become even more powerful. Maybe he can survive for nearly a hundred years like that old Michaelis without dying! ! !

Before he had gone far, Old Ethan saw a dark, burly figure quickly running down from the top of the cliff. The body was as strong as a ferocious bear, but it looked embarrassed and covered in cuts and bruises, and its clothes were torn to pieces. The sword cuts and the sword cuts.

Through his particularly keen vision at this moment, he could clearly see the deep, irregular wounds under the opponent's torn clothes, and iron-black blood was leaking out from the rolled flesh!

Old Ethan thought he was dazzled. He blinked hard, and when he looked again, he realized that the blood flowing from the wound of this burly man was actually a dark red-like color!

His chaotic yet clear mind was still thinking about the identity of this person. With such a strange face, he must not be from the town, and the other person had escaped from the Cowell Hotel after the explosion, looking bruised and anxious. It's like being chased by a powerful enemy...

Could this man be the murderer who caused the explosion at the Gowell Hotel? The person chasing him must be Faris from the Gowell Hotel!

Although Old Ethan has been influenced by the drumbeats and shifted the target of hatred to the Michaelis family, his IQ has not been affected too much. He still retains his innate cunning.

At this moment, he immediately came up with a plan. Why not stop this burly man first, let him continue fighting with Faris, and then watch from the side, waiting until Faris is exhausted, and then suddenly launch an attack! I'm sure Faris wouldn't have thought that we would have seen through their Michaelis family's plan!

We...are no longer just lambs that just bow their heads and chew grass! ! !

So Old Ethan quickly conveyed this strategy to his other companions and ordered them to hide aside, leaving him alone.

Then he looked at the burly foreigner who was gradually leaping down from the top of the cliff. He calmly squatted on the ground, raised the muzzle of the gun, aimed at the opponent's knees, and resolutely pulled the trigger!

A dull gunshot of old-fashioned gunpowder rang out, and the nearly round lead bullets flew out at high speed, easily penetrating a piece of falling snowflakes. Although they were slightly deflected by the strong wind, they still hit the target. On the other thigh of the burly foreigner, a bright blood flower bloomed in the frosty white wind and snow.

"It turns out that the blood of a foreigner like you is also bright red."

The corner of Old Ethan's mouth raised a contemptuous arc, but he did not despise the other party because of this in his heart. In his early years, he had hunted other cultists who accidentally broke in with the townspeople, and knew that the believers of these evil gods had extremely powerful vitality. , and also possess strange powers that transcend nature. Never fight them in close combat!

So he immediately turned around and ran, but instead of running down the mountain, he ran towards the horizontal line surrounding the cliff - but he couldn't keep this burly foreigner away from here, he had to be dragged in place to wait for Fa Rui. Si chased after him, but it would be better to let Faris witness his heroic and heroic performance of 'loyalty'!

In fact, just as Old Ethan thought, the burly foreigner seemed not to be affected at all after he took the bullet. He only staggered slightly when he was shot, and even fell down. He rolled forward and hid behind the cover of a boulder beside the mountain road... However, less than three seconds passed, and this guy seemed to be completely uninjured and continued to run down the mountain with rapid strides!

Old Ethan, who had moved to another position, saw this and continued to load bullets and fired another shot. This shot was fired from an inclined side direction, so he could no longer directly aim at the opponent's torso and limbs. He had to predict the opponent. The footsteps are aimed at the position in front of the opponent.

In his conception, this shot was aimed at the gap where the opponent was leaping forward. At this time, the opponent's feet were already in the air. He was bound to be unable to reverse his position in the air, so he had to forcefully catch his move. gun!

However, when Old Ethan got angry and pulled the trigger, the burly foreigner in the distance who was supposed to be running away seemed to have heard his voice, and actually stepped on the ground and stopped in time, staying motionless in place. , the blow that the old man thought he was sure to hit completely fell into the air. The hot projectile cut through the air, but it only hit the thin snow on the ground, splashing a gray snowflake.

Stephen looked at the projectile that was almost grazing his chest. He turned back to look at the old man from the town who was already running away in panic, but he was thinking in his heart: "What on earth did the church members at the foot of the mountain do?" Brainwashing these ignorant mortals? Why are these guys still attacking me? Are these mortals able to resist the triple influence of the heart, cup and blade?

Although his heart was filled with doubts and anger, in the past, he would definitely not let go of this bold and provocative mortal, but at this time, there were angry pursuers behind him, but it was not suitable to stop in this place - that person who looked like The old hotel housekeeper has reached the third level, and at least possesses two esoteric qualities: heart and moth. He can withstand the bombardment of one of my detonators without falling. He can also Continue to catch up with a speed beyond that of ordinary people!

So Istvan just raised his hand and fired two shots at the annoying sneak attacker, slightly interrupting the opponent's rhythm, and then continued to escape down the mountain.

However, that damn mortal still dares to continue to provoke! He didn't even want to dodge the bullets he fired at him. He had to turn around and take a shot from himself even while standing there! ! !

Istvan didn't even need to turn his head to look around. He could sense the momentary beating of a mortal's heart through his heart perception. He knew that the other party had fired another shot. He took half a step back and dodged as easily as a prophet. He passed this bullet, but his escape was blocked for a moment - Damn it, you guy!

He turned his head with anger, and his hot eyes seemed to be locked on the old man who fell to the ground. With the precise positioning of Shangxin's perception, the revolver was like a soul-seeking arrow that killed his life. The gunpowder whizzed towards the target sliding on the snow!

The annoying old town resident obviously had a lot of combat experience, and perhaps he was a veteran who had retired from the battlefield. He was so cunning and crafty that he twisted his body like an earthworm before the gunshot sounded, narrowly avoiding the bullet aimed at his heart and causing the bullet to land on his buttocks.

A streak of bright red blood slid down the slope on the snow and disappeared into the natural depression of the cliff.

Istvan was slightly relieved to see that the attack was effective. At least it could slightly hinder the opponent's offensive. He immediately turned around and continued to flee down the mountain - as long as he could successfully meet up with the fellow believers down the mountain, relying on the means they had arranged in advance, even if the hotel butler was a third-level secret person, he would still be killed without a return! ! !

But at this moment, his heart sensed that a hundred yards behind him, there was already a frantic and violent thunder-like rhythm of the heart, as if the heavens were angry and sent down a violent thunder that made people crazy, right behind him!

Istvan took out the last tube of dynamite without looking back, and the casting trembled and steamed up the hot power, all concentrated on his fingertips, a faint flame lit up from the fingertips, quickly ignited the fuse, and threw it directly behind him - the heart's perception is the best secret sense, enough to see the overall situation in all directions without blind spots, even if he has his back to the target, he can determine the opponent's position.

Boom, explosion, bang--

The hot flames illuminated the snow in front of Istvan in an instant. He felt the waves of heat coming from behind him, and felt that the casting phase also seemed to absorb a trace of power again, entangled with the vitality of the heart phase in his body, reshaping and repairing his scarred life. The itching feeling of flesh and blood regeneration grew from the wounds of the skin and flesh, but the open flesh and blood were gradually closing together and healing.

But even they, the casters, could only absorb the heat from the explosion, but the shock wave of the explosion was unavoidable.

Istvan stumbled and fell to the ground under the impact of the explosives, and rolled several times before he stopped falling and climbed again, but his head was inevitably dizzy because he bumped into the gravel hidden in the snow during the rolling process.

He struggled to get up from the ground. There were four swirling stars in front of his eyes, and his cochlea was buzzing. He couldn't help but shake his head twice, trying to drive away the drowsiness from his head, but it only aggravated his symptoms.

The noisy buzzing sound of the cochlea had spread to the inside of his skull, making Istvan dizzy. He felt that his head seemed to be stuffed with a lot of unnecessary sounds and knowledge in an instant, causing his brain to expand rapidly, and his skull was about to be broken!

"Fuck! Why is the aftereffect of this explosion so strong? It feels more powerful than the copper pear, but I clearly remember that there is only an ordinary chemical explosive tube in the tube - no, this is not the sequelae of the impact, but the influence of the moth!!!"

Istvan turned around in horror and saw that the hotel housekeeper had walked out of the sea of ​​​​fire. The other party's skinny and charred body like a burning dead tree was still stained with flames, but the charred flesh and blood were slowly falling to the ground with the other party's footsteps.

Faris looked at the stranger with a buzzing sound in his head, grinning as he tore off the damaged skin on his face, exposing the red and black muscle fibers inside. Inside the pair of round gray-white eyeballs that had lost the protection of the eyelids, there seemed to be wild moths frantically flapping their wings.

His bloody mouth, whose yellow teeth were all exposed to the air because his lips were completely blown up, raised a ferocious arc.

"Hehe, I finally caught you."