The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

By the time Watson emptied both magazines, the cultists' long-range firepower was completely over.

A bald man looked at Watson's back as he walked towards the altar. He mustered up the courage to pick up the iron pipe on the ground, rushed up and wanted to hit him on the back of the head. Without looking back, Watson was struck by a sword light, and the front part of the man's arm was cut off. He took two steps back and fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

"The gods will punish you!"

The female bishop held a strange-looking dagger in her hand, but having seen Watson's combat power with her own eyes, she didn't dare to step forward at all: "You despicable foreigner! You can only be a chess piece played by the devil... ..”

boom!

With the sound of a gunshot, a bloody hole appeared on her forehead, and she could no longer speak.

Watson ignored the female bishop.

He put his right hand into his sleeve and pressed the positioning spell lines carved on his arm.

After a while, a portal filled with sparks opened in front of him. Uncle Hamil, holding a long-handled axe, led a few mages out of the portal.

"Is this it?"

Stepping forward and observing the Metatron seal totem with three circles, the old mage nodded to the few people behind him, and they immediately began to set up the dispersal circle.

"So...just wait until you're done?"

"I'm afraid this won't work. According to you, this guy has been here for hundreds of years. It can't be solved by relying on a magic circle." The long beard on Master Hamil's chin was blown around: "We have to get rid of it. Release them and knock them down.”

"alright."

Watson looked boredly at the frightened cultists by the wall, and suddenly noticed that the old female bishop who had fallen to the ground stood up again. All his clothes and skin were scattered like ashes, and even his hair was gone.

Seconds later, she transformed into a monster wearing a corset and leather strap-ons. Two blades, one long and one short, were tied to both hands, and the blades on the bare head stood upright like claws. Together with the lipless teeth, it looked very strange.

Watson couldn't help but sigh for the style of Silent Hill that combines horror and strange beauty.

"Hoo...ugh!"

Before the female bishop who had completed her transformation could roar and declare that she had entered the second stage, she was kicked off the altar by Watson.

"You guys keep doing it and I'll take care of her."

Watson said as he drew out his swords and prepared to jump down. But after taking a look at the weapon in the female bishop's hand, he turned directly to the long-handled axe-halberd in Uncle Hamil's hand: "Um...can you lend me your weapon?"

......

"Heretics...suffer death..."

Seeing Watson appear with a long-handled ax and halberd in his hand, the female bishop protruded a few vague words from her long-toothed mouth, raised her double blades and rushed towards him. Watson swung the ax and halberd halfway around his body and responded with a sweeping sweep at the monster.

Habitually lowering her body, the female bishop thought she could easily escape. She had been active in Silent Hill for so many years, and it was not like she had never dealt with this type of enemy. As for the tall triangular head, the several-meter-long sword was swung as slowly as a snail.

But after seeing the arc, she realized she was wrong.

So fast.

A strong gust of wind hit her neck directly. The female bishop only had time to lower her head as hard as she could, and the blades standing high on her head were cut off. However, the force of the ax was not so easily counteracted. She rolled on the ground several times in embarrassment before stopping.

Just when he raised his head, he saw that Watson had a gun in his hand.

Bang bang bang! !

As several bullets hit her knees and calves, the female bishop who had just wanted to continue to dodge could no longer hold on. She fell forward to the ground, and the next second, a sharp, cold pain ran through her body.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!"

The female bishop who was stabbed in the abdomen by the sharp point of the halberd let out a scream, but there was no chance of escape. At this time, she could only bar her teeth, stare at the man in front of her with her sunken eye sockets, and continue to utter unpleasant curses.

"Did you think I was going to fight you for three hundred rounds?"

After Watson said this, he pulled out his ax and halberd and struck hard at the enemy beneath him.

Snapped!

"Unfortunately, it doesn't exist."

Snapped!

"Times have changed, baby."

Snapped!

......

"I should really record what you looked like just now." Master Hamil saw this scene clearly on the altar. His eyes on Watson changed a little: "Then show it to those female mages. Let’s see if they will come to you for dinner at Kamal Taj.”

"up to you."

Watson returned the weapon to the other party with a nonchalant look on his face: "I should have practiced with these heavy weapons before. It's a completely different feeling to fight with them."

"You're right to think so!"

Master Hamil laughed and reached out to pat Watson on the shoulder: "Forget the two small toothpicks on your back, a man should be more powerful! Later I will bring you a saber, that is Dongguo The one my old friend gave me is a bit too heavy. But with your strength, this shouldn’t be a problem..."

Under the gaze of the trembling cultists, a huge dispersing circle took shape.

Originally, there were still people who wanted to gather together to launch an attack, but the axes that Watson had just thrown in the audience scared them all. At this time, in the eyes of the cultists, this ridiculously beautiful man was more terrifying than any monster outside.

After all, he was laughing the whole time!

Several formation mages nodded in this direction, signaling that they were ready. Watson stopped chatting with Uncle Hamill, took out the long-handled hammer given by Alessa from his back, and hit the totem seal on the altar hard.

Wow!

I thought this thing would be very strong, but I didn't expect that after the hammer hit it, the totem was completely shattered like a glass fruit plate that fell to the ground. The hammer seemed to have completed its mission, turning into ashes and falling down in Watson's hand.

But at this moment, the mutated disciples appeared.

A sharp roar erupted from the depths of the altar, like the roar of a demon from hell, and the entire church suddenly shook slightly. The cultists crowded against the wall were in a panic, and some even knelt down directly toward the altar, shouting in unknown languages.

Watson couldn't hear any of this for the time being.

He was the one who suffered the most severe sonic shock. His ears were buzzing now, as if he had been shocked by the sound of artillery shells. For a moment, Watson had the illusion that he had returned to the battlefield of World War II.

Fortunately, the mages all retreated to hidden positions.

The altar in front of him suddenly shattered on a large scale, and a dazzling red light penetrated from the gap. At the same time, the pipe organ in the corner suddenly started playing on its own.

The heavy music reverberated in the church, accompanied by a faint chanting sound. The statue with a ram's horn-like face carved on the altar seemed to come to life, and its mouth grew silently.

The originally bright hall suddenly became a little darker.

All the cultists knelt down and no one made a sound. Perhaps this creature that is about to burst out of the ruins of the altar is the Holy Spirit that they have been preaching for hundreds of years.

More and more music from nowhere began to join in, gradually forming a grand hymn. A giant cocoon of white feathers slowly rose from the center of the collapsed circular gap. In the dim sky outside the top window lattice, a faint ray of white light penetrated.

However, the bloody mist floating up from below was quickly sucked into the giant cocoon.

"Do it!"

The old mage Hamil gave an order, and the complex pattern of the dispersing circle suddenly lit up. The next moment, a miserable cry came from the white feather giant cocoon, once again bombarding the ears of everyone on the field.

Watson didn't pay attention to this at all. He pulled out his M9 pistol and fired several shots at the giant cocoon. After discovering that the bullet was deflected, he turned his back to the giant cocoon and faced the frightened cultists. He held a gun in each hand, ready to give a bullet to anyone who didn't have eyes to come out to cause trouble.

Within a few seconds, Master Hamil waved towards Watson.

Watson jumped off the altar without hesitation.

Turning around and looking over, the giant cocoon of white feathers suddenly unfolded, and thousands of feathers were blown towards the hall by the strong wind. However, in this sacred picture of flying feathers in the sky, the creature under the wings is not at all what he imagined.

This is a monster whose upper body is female, lower body is male, and its head is shaped like a goat.

The monster is about as tall as the triangular head Watson saw for the first time, and its abdomen and waist are completely hollow, with only one spine connecting the upper and lower parts of the body. This appearance is completely consistent with Watson's memory. In the BOSS battle of the first generation of Silent Hill game, the fallen angel Samael looked like this.

Of course, it's not called that in the game.

"The Holy Spirit has appeared!"

"Bless us! Please bless us!"

"This is a miracle! All suffering ends from today!"

......

Seeing Samael fluttering his wings and flying from the spot, the group of cultists dozens of meters away suddenly became crazy, shouting all kinds of fanatical declarations and rushing forward, unable to stop him.

Watson and several mages didn't intend to stop them. They just watched these guys rush forward. Samael swung a few red lightnings to kill a few of them, and then ran back screaming with panic on their faces. .

It's like a farce.

"Is this the god they worship?"

With a sarcastic smile on his face, Uncle Hamill handed the ax and halberd in his hand to Watson again.

"I think its approach makes sense." Watson took the weapon and stared closely at Samael, who kept throwing lightning bolts in mid-air: "These fools want to be completely free from suffering. Of course they won't suffer anymore if they die. ”

boom!

One of Watson's bullets passed under the wing and hit Samael's thigh, causing a small splash of blood. He then fired several more shots at the opponent. Apparently feeling the pain, Samael turned around and roared at Watson.

It seems that only the pair of wings are harder.

Putting the pistol back into its holster, Watson gripped the axe and began to sprint faster. The black light virus all over his body leaked out of his body, helping his body to change direction at a small angle while running at high speed, and dodged several red lightning bolts from Samael.

The distance finally got closer.

Watson jumped towards Samael with both feet. The ax and halberd was swung around several times by his spinning body in mid-air, and he slashed hard at the root of Samael's right wing. This was perhaps the hardest hit among the fallen angels. Watson directly used all his strength.

Click!

The entire ax surface was cut in, and the sound it made was like cutting on firewood. But there seemed to be no such thing as blood in Samael's wings. The bone section cut by the ax blade was clean, and it didn't even look like a wound.

But it worked anyway.

The entire right wing drooped down like a broken-bone kite, and Samael howled and fell to the ground, looking as miserable as a bird that hit a glass window. The fallen angel was really unlucky today. It was interrupted by the dispersing circle within a few seconds of appearing. At this time, it could not even transform into a weapon.

However, Watson immediately discovered after landing that white smoke was coming out of the wound on the wing, apparently repairing itself.

You can't give it time.

Kicking off his feet and rushing forward again, Watson simply aimed directly at the spine this time. But Samael's reaction was also very fast. He stepped forward several meters with both feet. This speed was actually several times faster than flying with wings.

Several rays of red lightning struck the ground at Watson's feet. The fallen angel was obviously very aware of his advantages.

"Hamil!!!"

Watson roared, and Master Hamil in the distance reacted quickly. He waved his left hand with a pale golden light, and Watson saw a surrounding spell shield appear on himself.

Whoa!

A bolt of red lightning struck the shield, splashing out sparks of electricity, but it did not cause any harm to Watson in the shield. Samael, who threw the lightning, saw that the attack was ineffective, so he quickly moved his steps to continue to distance himself.

However, this time Watson rushed over with the lightning attack, and did not dodge it at all like before. It was too late to dodge it now.

A scream.

The small half of Samael's right wing was cut off directly this time. Although it screamed in pain, it knew that it could still run, so it ran in the direction of Watson without looking back.

According to the laws of physics, a moving object will not stop until its inertia disappears. Therefore, in the thinking of the fallen angel, it was absolutely impossible for this man to stop suddenly on the spot and then catch up with himself who was escaping in the opposite direction.

Too bad it doesn't understand the blacklight virus.

Watson smashed the floor with his foot and came to a sudden stop, then activated his sprint ability, turned around and rushed directly behind Samael. This scene happened in an instant. Before the fallen angel could run very far, he felt a cold light hitting his lumbar spine.

Unfortunately, it has been greatly weakened and cannot perform operations that defy the laws of physics like Watson.

Click!

The lonely spine was like a small tree trunk, easily cut into two pieces by the ax blade.