PFC Chapter 355: Three-way battle, no one is dead yet
Chapter 355: Three-way battle, no one is dead yet
"BiuBiuBiuBiu!"
The buzzing laser melted the distorted face and pierced through the rusted armor. Lucius kicked down Harrington who was still trying to get up, and then turned into a whirlwind and rushed into the crowd.
Harrington looked at his men and ships, seeing broken limbs and bloodshed. Besides feeling grief in his heart, he was also angry at the ruthless humiliation he had experienced.
"I am an inquisitor in the Inquisition. I am an executioner who sacrificed his life for the Empire! I will not die here. I still have greater things to accomplish!"
Harrington gritted his teeth and stood up tenaciously. Although his chest collapsed, his bones were broken, and his armor was embedded in his flesh, all this did not take his life.
So he pushed the hammer head with one hand, stepped on the hammer handle with the other foot, and with all his strength he pulled out the huge hammer embedded in the shell inch by inch.
The hammer head, which was sticky with its own blood, fell to the ground with a thud. Harrington gasped and stared with his one eye at Lucius, who was also covered in blood.
3: 00: 00
"Ah, little Ruirui, you finally came out. I thought you would wait until I killed everyone and put the blame on me."
Suddenly, Lucius turned his head to look at the corridor on the other side. Harrington also turned his head and saw that the Lin Heng in his memory had changed a lot. However, what frightened him most was not his huge body, but the pair of cold eyes.
"You finally showed up... heretic... you dare to cooperate with a traitor... you are destined to be a stray dog fleeing the starry sea for the rest of your life."
Rebos looked straight ahead with an unchanged expression, and slowly drew out two finely crafted power swords:
"The life and death of the empire has nothing to do with me. I have never stated that the empire is something I want to protect."
"Wai Ri, a fatal blow! This asshole is so angry that it's muffled."
The pain brought by Lucius's ridicule and Lin Heng's indifference was more difficult for him to accept than the broken bones and chest injuries.
"You have indeed fallen into the arms of Chaos. No one can guarantee you anymore. The High Lord's assassins will swarm in, and the Inquisition will put you on the death list.
By then you will have nowhere to hide, nowhere to hide, no one will help you, all the territories of the empire will extend their swords and guns, and all the people of the empire will be your enemies! "
"Fuck!"
Lucius seemed to be frightened. He squatted down, bent over, looked around, pointed the knife in both hands in all directions, and had a nervous and sarcastic expression.
"I'm so scared. Everywhere I look I see enemies. This, this, this... oh, I've been living like this for thousands of years. Who am I trying to scare? Hahaha."
"I do not care."
After saying this, Rebos took out a device similar to an auspicious instrument from under his cloak and pressed a button in front of the two men.
Harrington suddenly tensed up all over. It was not that he was afraid to accept his own death, he just didn't want to die in such a miserable way.
"Come on! Aaaaahhh!"
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahaha!”
When Harrington was about to sacrifice his life to end his crime, the lunatic opposite him lay on his back on the ground and began to twist his body like a living maggot.
But that guy's performance was too exaggerated, and coupled with the subsequent laughter, Harrington seemed to understand that Lin Hengxiang was going to rob the other party.
As he expected, when Lucius fell to the ground, Lin Heng took action instantly, slashing with two sharp blades.
However, Lucius showed no sign of weakness. He stood up and drew his sword to block, then he jumped three steps away from the two men, swinging his whip and saying as if he had predicted everything:
“Oh, I thought I was the bastard who went back on my word, but I didn’t expect you to be the bastard who stabbed me in the back.
The nun's bone fragment bomb was implanted in the back of the brain and detonated to shatter the brain stem with negative psychic energy. Tsk tsk tsk, Xiao Ruirui you were too cruel.
If Old Bayer hadn’t studied my body so many times and removed all kinds of implants countless times, I would have really fallen for you. Hahahaha!”
Lucius began to ruminate after he finished speaking, and within a moment a thumb-sized ball popped out of his mouth. He then reached out and flicked it out like he was flicking snot.
And at the moment the ball flew out, the twisted soul on the Howling Soul Armor began to scream at the top of its lungs, the demon tentacles swung in the wind, and the cold light of Laer's Blade revealed its sharpness.
Rebos stood with two swords, one sword held horizontally to block the forward thrust, and the other sword wrapped around his head to block the long whip.
Harrington saw it for real. Even if he only had one eye left, he could still keep up with the two men. He had experienced many cases of cheating on cheaters. This time, both sides suffered losses...
"when!"
The sound of metal knocking against metal was so crisp that it even penetrated the scream of his soul and the oppression that gave him a headache.
The next step should be...
"Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!"
The instantaneous explosion was beyond Harrington's vision. The sudden acceleration left afterimages everywhere. The two had been fighting with swords for more than a dozen rounds. If it weren't for the crisp knocking sound that told him the number of the opponent's slashes, Harrington knew that if they fought, he might only be able to block the first three swords... or even less.
"Xiao Ruirui, it's easy for you to get into trouble if you do this. You always think that everything is under your control. In fact, the price of fate has already been determined, and the time to repay the debt is not decided by you, hahahaha."
Lucius was still in the mood to tell riddles between attack and defense, but he didn't know that the real murderous intention was already ready to be unleashed.
Rebos frowned, and the strength of the exorcism force field dropped suddenly. Lucius, who had been planning for a long time, immediately seized the flaw, and the demon tentacles broke through the air and attacked. But Rebos was not panicked, after all, all this was his induction.
The third hand stretched out from under the cloak, and at the same time the spirit-exorcising force field was filled again. Lucius was not lying at all. The arm wrapped with tentacles looked ferocious, and Iverson's single-molecule blade showed its sharpness.
"I knew it!"
Lucius's mouth cracked into laughter. He had a high level of combat proficiency, but one thing he did not expect was that the weapon in the third hand was not an ordinary monomolecular blade or a power sword.
Ship Appearance
Rather, it is a weapon from ancient gods, a phase weapon that transcends dimensional limitations.
The sword edge pierced through the blade of the single-molecule sharp blade with vibrations invisible to the naked eye, pierced through the distorted face on the Howling Soul Armor, pierced through the mutated body, until it returned to reality and cut off the three fishy-smelling potion bottles.
"Ahhh!"
Lucius seemed to have his spine pulled out, and pushing Rebos away seemed to have used up all his strength. His expression was no different from that of a normal person who had lost his parents.
"Ah, ah, my medicine, my medicine... sniff, sniff!"
The guy who was so crazy and thought he was invincible just now, now knelt on the ground without any dignity. The devil's tentacles were flipping on the ground like cooked noodles, and he himself was using his hands to gather the medicine on the ground, licking and sucking it, looking extremely ugly.
Rebos no longer paid attention to the disgusting guy. He threw down the already scarred power sword, stretched out his hand and pulled out the single-molecule sharp blade inserted in his waist, pointed at the shocked Harrington and said:
"Now you and I can talk."
"Woo woo woo! Give me medicine, give me medicine, ha dad, ha grandpa, do you have any more medicine? Do you have any more medicine? Give me medicine, give me medicine!"
Lucius rolled around like a child who couldn't get what he loved. Even though the broken medicine bottle cut his tongue, he still licked it and swallowed it, begging without dignity.
"Great Inquisitor Harrington, please, give Lucius two bites. If Lucius wants one, Lucius can give you one bite."
He used his hands and feet to crawl towards the other person, shaking while holding his calves, tears all over his disgusted face, and Harrington just felt sick as he looked at him.
“Ahh! It hurts! I can’t bear it! Kill me, kill me! Hit my head! Smash it!!!”
"Don't kill him."
How could Harrington listen to Rebos' words? A shadow shrouded Lucius' face, and the light was blocked by the warhammer. Harrington did not hesitate for a moment, and smashed the hammer down with immense anger, touching and kissing the face that everyone hated.
"Oh!"
White brain matter and red blood splattered all over Harrington's lower body. He raised the hammer again, but this time he failed to smash it down directly. Instead, he was kicked out by Rebos.
"BOOM!"
The light curtain was bright like the rising sun, and the entire warehouse was filled with light. The metal was melting, the cables were bursting, and everything was vaporized under the destruction of the humanoid hot melt bomb. (Lucius' body was full of Iverson's potion, and it would explode when he died)
Iverson can explode even if he dies (Meltdown)
The explosion triggered a chain reaction. The entire ship sounded the alarm, and the troops once again gathered to put out the fire and rescue people, and the Fire Covenant guarding the surrounding area immediately followed suit.
Harrington got up in a daze, and then he understood why Rebos didn't let him do it. All the body fluids of the assassin Iverson had merged into Lucius' body, and this would be the result if he died.
But it was too late. He was so insulted and furious that he couldn't stand that disgusting face. He didn't look like a warrior at all and was not even likable among the aliens.
"Rui..Rui..."
"Sir, please hold on for a moment. We will take you away immediately!"
The weak Harrington wanted to ask more questions, but was interrupted by the Interpreter (apprentice). He could only look towards the smelting warehouse while being dragged by the large mechanical servant, but before his increasingly blurry one eye could find Rebos, he fell into a coma.
3:30:00
"Your Holiness, we have found three transport planes and 3 Fury interceptors detached from the black ship."
Ian jumped up from his seat and looked solemnly at the small dots on the star map. He was nervous for several hours, but the final result was not a victory.
"Worst case scenario..."
Since Lord Rebos hasn't spoken yet, it can only mean that the person being escorted is the owner of the black ship.
"Let the air combat squadron take off immediately and concentrate all efforts on destroying those three transport planes!"
"Yes!"
Ian pursed his lips and frowned. Driving a warship to chase a small boat was simply a fantasy. There were only 15 people in his own air combat squadron. If he was lucky, he might be able to destroy the transport plane. If he was unlucky...
"His Holiness the Pope."
Ian looked back and saw Caroline frowning slightly.
"Since they are escaping from the Black Ship, I guess Harrington has no place to stand on the ship... But Rebos..."
It’s not that Ian doesn’t believe in Lord Rebos. This mysterious guy can always create miracles and come up with the best solution that is beyond people’s expectations... He hopes that the other party is not surprised.
"Calculate the enemy's trajectory and prepare to return to the planet to fight."
...
"Brother! Wake up! Give him another shot of stimulant."
"Damn it, why did he save that damn Inquisitor?"
Zachley's voice rang in his ears, along with the voice of pharmacist Morton, and the processor center in Rebos's brain finally restarted.
Of course he wanted to kill the damn Inquisitor, but only the Inquisitor had a backup of his past memories. Lucius's explosion disrupted his plans, but it was still not too late.
"It's okay, Belisarius Forge saved me. Where's Harrington!"
Rebos helped Zachli to stand up immediately, checking his condition as he spoke. His cloak had turned into a scarf, but the Black Stone Armor on his body was not seriously damaged except for the burning surface.
However, those nano-crystal armors turned to ashes in the process of protecting their master. Now, except for the chest armor protected by black stone armor, the rest of Rebos was exposed to the air, and a lot of his skin was healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"He has been escorted out of the Black Ship, and most of the soldiers are guarding the various hangars. We won't be able to catch up with him in a short time." Zachli said helplessly.
"It doesn't matter. Everything is still under control. With his character, he will definitely not give up. Besides... don't worry... I have my own way."
A gentle gaze emanated from Zachli's one eye, and the raised smile proved his trust in Rebos. The fragmentary memories were pieced together, and an inexplicable goodwill surged in his heart.
"So what should we do now?"
"Occupy the control room at the bow of the ship and control the ship to head to the nearest planet. After we deal with the Inquisitor, his ship will also be at our disposal."
It's easy to say in a few words, but killing the Inquisitor is a heinous crime. It's simply a fantasy for so many spies to hide this news.
Even if the message is transmitted very slowly, as long as the Inquisition knows about it, it will represent a permanent hidden danger.
Now Rebos wants to usurp the throne and drive the black ship through the city. Isn't this equivalent to standing in the center of the storm and begging others to arrest them?
"you sure?"
Rebos nodded. He was sure that the galaxy was so big and so dangerous that a single missionary ship was too small and too weak.
Why would he not want the warship that was delivered to his door? As for the black ship, which was a conspicuous target, he had already thought of a solution.
"I hope it's not too late."
"I will go with you."