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Weston hid behind the taxi, stretched out the muzzle of his gun, and shot at random in the direction of the cultists, slowing down the speed at which the cultists approached.

This trick works really well.

None of these guys who can degenerate into cultists are successful.

As soon as Weston opened fire here, the cultists there were already lying on the ground, avoiding Weston's bullets flying everywhere.

The leader of the cultists who was pressing behind the cultists looked angry when he saw this scene.

The cult leader of the Dragon of Destruction sect, like these ordinary believers, wore a gray hooded cloak.

But he did not put on his cloak to hide his face.

The bald head was exposed to the air, as smooth as a braised egg.

"A bunch of trash, since you don't have the consciousness to die for the Dragon of Destruction, just become the food for the apostles of the Dragon of Destruction!"

In the palm of the cult leader Lu Dan's cloak, a witchcraft scroll was torn open.

Following Lu Dan's movements, the cultists lying on the ground, avoiding Weston's random gunfire, struggled and shouted in horror.

The solid concrete floor beneath them suddenly turned into a soft morass of black shadow.

Black tentacles popped out from the shadows beneath them, dragging them into the shadow mire.

They struggled and called for help, but it was too late.

Lying on the ground, they soon fell into the mire of shadow, and all calls for help disappeared.

However, the witchcraft used by Lu Dan did not disappear with the death of his cultists.

Bubbles kept popping up in these dark mire where cultists sacrificed their lives, as if something terrible was brewing under the mire.

Weston also heard the shouts of the cultists, but Weston did not rush to check.

Now Weston's legs are still paralyzed, and he can barely walk two steps with something to support him. Without something to support him, he can't stand firmly, and he has no ability to fight at all.

Therefore, Weston only hoped to rely on his own method of shooting randomly to delay as much time as possible. The longer the better.

In less than half a stick of incense after getting off the bus, Weston has clearly felt that his legs have recovered a lot.

"Omniscient and omnipotent Lord, the end of all things, the great dragon of destruction, grant your followers shelter and free them from pain and death!"

The leader of the cult, Lu Dan, looked up to the sky and roared loudly to offer sacrifices and pray.

As his voice continued to rise, the bubbles in the dark shadow mire became denser and denser.

In the dark mud of the Shadow Mire, the cultists who had just been swallowed crawled out again.

The difference is that at this time, they are all wrapped in black mud, just like wearing a black tights, every part of their bodies is wrapped.

Weston emptied a magazine, and while he was reloading, he secretly peeked at the scene in front of him, and his hair stood on end in fright.

What the hell!

In the black mud on the surface of those people's bodies, human faces kept emerging and struggling, as if they were calling for help.

Weston watched these cultists who had been transformed by the evil magic of the cult leader staggering towards the taxi like zombies. He quickly lifted the teapot that had just been loaded and aimed it at the nearest cultist and shot him. .

The bullet flew out of the barrel of Weston's gun and hit a cultist in the chest.

The dark silt tights on the cultist's body tightly wrapped the warhead. Even though the warhead made a four to five centimeter dent in the cultist's chest, it was still not penetrated by the bullet.

After the kinetic energy of the warhead was exhausted, the dark sludge tights immediately rebounded and recovered.

The warhead was ejected and fell to the ground.

Only at the location where the bullet hit, a twisted human face appeared on the dark mud tights, screaming silently in pain.

But this cultist still walked towards Weston firmly step by step with the staggering zombie steps.

This terrifying scene made Weston's scalp numb.

As expected, cultists are all weird beings. These cultists have been transformed into zombie-like monsters by the magic of evil gods. They also have such cheat-like body armor on their bodies, which makes Weston how to fight.

Zombies!

By the way, try some headshot damage!

Whether in games or movies, the head is the key location of most monsters.

Weston looked at the cultist closest to him. He had already walked to the opposite side of the car and was trying to reach out to grab him through the car.

Weston raised the muzzle of his gun, aimed it at the cultist's head, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The first bullet, just like before, failed to penetrate the tough and excessively dark tights, and the bullet left a dent in the cultist's head.

Weston didn't wait for the bullet to bounce and immediately fired the second shot.

Bang!

The second shot, the bullet still failed to penetrate, but Weston looked at the torn thin film manifested by the dark shadow power and felt that it had reached its limit.

At this point, the bullet's kinetic energy has been exhausted and it is about to be ejected.

Weston no longer hesitated and continued shooting.

Bang!

With the third shot, the teapot's bullet finally penetrated the fatal membrane of the tights.

In the torn film of dark shadow power, the head of the cultist was blown open, and blood mixed with brain matter flew out from the hole of the film.

Fortunately, Weston had a lot of practical experience during this period and had already noticed that something was wrong and hid in the back of the taxi.

The cultist was killed, and the green experience ball flew out of the corpse and merged into the experience bar in Weston's body.

I finally figured out the weakness of this ghost thing.

It turns out that it is necessary to hit the same part continuously in a short period of time in order to have enough attack power to break through the thin film tights where the dark shadow power is condensed.

Knowing the weaknesses of these cultists, the fear in Weston's heart became much better.

All fear stems from lack of firepower.

After that, Weston transformed into Zhang Weike and kept shooting three short bursts, killing each cultist.

The only difference is that Zhang Weike's shooting method is two shots to the chest and one to the head, while Weston needs to focus the three shots in the same area.

Although these cultists who had been transformed by the evil magic of the cult leader Lu Dan had the strange ability to withstand bullets, they lost their brains.

Their IQ is not even close to that of zombies who can hear voices and feel living people.

Weston dragged his numb feet back and forth between the taxi and several nearby pillars.

When you have time, use three bursts of short bursts to attack them.

Although it is not possible every time, it is possible to break through this strange membrane tights and kill the cultists.

But Weston was also playing a game of escaping and chasing, and the time was running out.

The numbness in Weston's legs has almost subsided.