Chapter 80 The machine soul is delighted!

"I figured it would be okay to do that."

This answer is even more outrageous.

How is it possible that if you think about how to do something, you can actually do it?

I’m afraid even the green-skinned orcs in the storybook won’t believe this!

The captain just regarded this as Cohen's secret and had no intention of inquiring further.

I wanted to catch up with Cohen to prevent him from being too aggressive and putting him in danger, but I found that I couldn't catch him at all!

???

Both of them have the same type of power mecha, why can't they catch up with each other?

This guy, wouldn’t he have modified his power mecha again?

One by one, the patrol officers were killed under the attacks of the team members, and their bodies were broken under the slashes of the chain sword.

In the dark forest, each team member turned into a devil and harvested lives.

Efficient and ruthless.

"There is an enemy attack!"

It seemed that one of the team members had made a mistake, and someone finally sent the signal.

A large number of people poured out of the hidden criminal den.

Holding a firearm, he faced the intruder.

"Has it been exposed?"

Cohen took out his bolter. Now that he was exposed, he could use the bolter.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

It is far more powerful than ordinary firearms. Each bullet explodes after being shot, and its power is comparable to a high-explosive grenade.

The originally quiet and elegant method of killing began to become bloody.

Under the bombardment of the bolt gun, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the broken limbs were blown into the trees.

It wasn't until the ammunition in the magazine was exhausted that the sound of the first round of bombing gradually stopped.

Most of the people who ran out to support were caught off guard and killed by bolters.

"It's the Special Operations Team! Retreat!"

Someone recognized them from the markings on their power armor.

A department specifically responsible for dealing with criminal gangs like them who refine the Philosopher's Stone.

The equipment is well-equipped, and each member has extremely high combat power.

The Special Operations Team also has a nickname, Inquisition Reserves!

These people will all have the opportunity to enter the most mysterious and powerful institution in the church in the future.

Regarding the legend of the Inquisition, there are many versions circulating in the world of Walter. It is impossible to be sure which of these legends are true.

But one thing is certain, these people are not to be trifled with!

Reloading bolter bullets is a bit tricky.

Taking advantage of these people's loss of fighting spirit, the team members picked up the roaring chain swords and charged forward again.

But, why is there still the sound of bolt gun firing?

The team members were confused and followed the sound.

Only one figure was seen, holding a gun and a sword in each hand.

Guns and swords are used alternately, constantly harvesting lives one by one on the battlefield.

The movements are smooth, like a dance.

It's Cohen!

The team members knew that Cohen's combat power was the highest among them all.

He had no problem executing such a precise and elegant killing method.

But, why does he still have bullets?

What is certain is that the opponent's bolter fire never stopped.

That means he has never changed the magazine.

So, why is this guy Cohen not out of bullets yet?

This guy modified his weapons again?

But the size of the bolt gun is limited after all.

When pursuing the number of bullets filled, the power will inevitably be reduced.

When pursuing high-power bullets, the number of reloads will not be too many.

One must be sacrificed between the two!

However, the number of bullets Cohen fired was enough for them to empty two magazines!

Look at the bolter used by Cohen. The shooting speed is faster than theirs, and the bullets are even more powerful than theirs.

So, you kid, what did you sacrifice?!

Of course Cohen wouldn't know what the team members were thinking at this moment.

He is enjoying the process of fighting.

These guys who secretly refine sages are judged as heretics.

He had no intention of showing mercy.

As chainswords sliced ​​through their bodies and bolters shattered their bodies.

Cohen could feel that the gun and sword in his hand, and the soul contained in them, were becoming more joyful than ever before.

The chain rotates faster, allowing him to cut the bodies of these heretics more easily.

The explosive bombs are more powerful and the rate of fire is faster. No heretic can escape his shooting.

Finally, under such bloody and efficient massacre, these people completely lost their courage.

"Close the door! Close it quickly! Leave the people alone outside!"

Someone was directing at the top of his lungs.

At the entrance of the den, a heavy door slowly closed.

Those who didn't have time to get in were helplessly beating on the door.

"Open the door! Open the door! Let me in..."

But doing so is in vain.

The person inside obviously wouldn't open the door.

The sound stopped suddenly, and the chain sword had already scratched his neck.

Blood spurted out, leaving a trace of blood on the door.

Those who did not have time to enter were all slaughtered.

"This gate..."

The captain came back after inspecting the battlefield and shook off the remaining blood on his sword.

Knocked lightly on the door.

"This gate seems to be an alchemical creation?"

The captain was experienced and made his own judgment.

"Everyone, stand back. I'll take the blaster and see if I can explode it."

Everyone started to retreat, and the captain took out his bolter and loaded it with more powerful special bullets.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

After several bombardments, the metal gate did not move at all, but the mountain around it shattered, exposing the metal wall.

It is made of the same material as the door, so even if you want to explode it from the side, it won't work.

"What a big gesture..."

The captain frowned.

"We can only go back and get more powerful weapons."

After several attempts, he determined that the alchemical material of the door was impossible to open with the equipment they currently carried.
To be continued...