"snort!"

Looking at the dagger that was pierced, Norsa snorted coldly, tilted his head and easily dodged it, moved his body forward and reloaded, rushed forward with force with his shoulders, and simultaneously grabbed the wrist of the dagger in an attempt to disarm me.

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But Artyom was not a vegetarian either. He flexed his body and nimbly avoided such a collision. He felt his wrist being grabbed and knew that he had no chance to block the opponent's seizure, so he threw the dagger in his hand directly.

"ah--!"

Then he suddenly pulled his arms up, wrapped his hands around Norsa's waist, leaned his body back, and the muscles in his arms suddenly exerted force, lifting the 100-pound person directly and throwing him backwards.

The feeling of weightlessness in the body came, and alarm bells rang in Norsa's mind. Unexpectedly, the opponent abandoned the weapon again without even struggling. Realizing that something was wrong, he immediately waved his elbow and slammed back, but his body was already hanging in the air.

His recent attacks were somewhat lacking in strength.

As the two people continued to fall backwards, he stopped attacking and reacted quickly with his hands and feet, trying to offset the damage caused by this attack as much as possible.

But due to inertia, Norsa's back still suffered a lot of impact, but even if he was injured, he would not make it easy for the opponent. He hit Artyom's head hard with his elbow, which also gave the opponent a lot of pain.

Small damage.

"Uh-huh——!"

He was thrown to the ground forcefully. In addition to the pain in his back, Norsa felt as if his body was turbulent. It made his whole body feel extremely uncomfortable, and he could not recover for a long time.

Fortunately, this was not a concrete road, but relatively soft soil. He could feel that he would recover quickly.

Glancing at Artyom next to him from the corner of his eye, Norsa saw the man lying limply on the ground, covering his head with both hands, and the whole person looked a little delirious.

Seeing this, he endured the pain and discomfort in his body, struggled to turn over, put his hands on the ground, supported himself to stand up slowly, and then slowly stood up little by little.

Not far away, Artyom was in a bad situation at the moment. He really didn't expect that the other party would be able to fight back at that point. He only felt a buzzing sound in his ears, and the whole thing was...

My head was in chaos, and everything I saw in front of my eyes had double images.

He could feel someone rolling around him, and he knew that the impact just now could not cause too much damage to the other person. He kept struggling to get up, but his body just lost strength and coordination. No matter how he

His movements were a little shaky and he couldn't use his strength.

"Sure enough, I still won!"

Facts have proved that injuries caused to the body are easier to recover than injuries to the brain. Norsa quickly got up from the ground, covered his chest, looked at the people still struggling on the ground, and showed a victorious smile,

He didn't even notice that the surroundings were already silent.

He slowly walked to his long knife, pulled out the long knife embedded in it, then came to Artem's side, raised the long knife in his hand, and said: "I asked you to run away before.

, I will let you die by my sword today!"

"ah--!"

After saying that, Norsa stopped talking nonsense, held the handle of the knife with both hands, raised the long knife high, roared, and slashed down hard towards Artyom's neck.

"boom!"

But at the critical moment, a gunshot suddenly rang out, and a sharp bullet passed through the air and accurately penetrated Norsa's head.

The long knife that was about to fall suddenly hung in the air. Norsa stiffened up, with a fierce expression still on his face, but his eyes were full of disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that he died like this.

, and he died in a place like this.

"Plop!"

"Artem!"

As the body fell heavily to the ground, several shouts were heard in succession. Anna and others quickly ran over and helped Artyom up from the ground. They looked at the purple and bruised face and the clothes on his body were in tatters.

The blood soaked through and soaked the clothes, and the whole person looked wilted. He quickly asked:

"How are you, are you okay?!"

"I...I'm fine."

Opening his eyes with some difficulty, Artem looked at several heads coming out of his head. He reluctantly put on a smile and said, "You are all fine. It seems that the mission is completed."

"Yes, we have completed our mission."

Seeing that her husband was fine, Anna let go of her worries, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said, "We also killed this pope. We won this battle!"

"That's great."

After hearing this, Artyom struggled to sit up, then slowly stood up with the help of several people, shook his head, and after a moment of sobriety, he said: "Now that the matter here has been resolved,

Let’s go back quickly to help!”

.....

Small town church.

"Click!"

The sound of dislocated bones resounded in the silent church, followed by a muffled sound, as if something had fallen to the ground.

Looking at the figure wearing a gas mask in front of him, and the lifeless companions lying on the ground around him, Ramon looked very ugly.

He really didn't expect that more than a dozen people in his group, and they were all guards who had gone through brutal training, would be killed by such a not particularly strong man in front of him. At this moment, that man appeared beside him.

Apart from the middle-aged guardian, there are no other companions.

I don't know whether it was because of nervousness or fear, but drops of cold sweat fell on Ramon's forehead. He couldn't help but gasp for air, and his body began to tremble.

"do not be afraid!"

At this moment, a broad palm covered Ramon's shoulder. The middle-aged guardian comforted his companion, feeling the trembling body of the other person, secretly thinking that the other person was still young after all.

But when he looked at the masked man standing in front of him, his face was extremely affectionate and solemn, and he could understand in his heart how many people could be calm in the face of such a monster.

At this time, the middle-aged man noticed that the gas that filled the air that affected their senses had gradually dissipated, and was replaced by thick green mist.

As if he thought of something, he subconsciously reached out and grasped something in his arms, realizing what it was.

Narrowing his eyes, the middle-aged man said: "Ramon, what follows will be our last journey before returning to the kingdom of heaven."

Ramon, who was watching the enemy nervously, couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the middle-aged man's words. He didn't understand what the other person wanted to express, but he soon understood what the other person meant.

I saw the middle-aged man take out all the glass jars he was carrying, hold them firmly in his hands, and throw them to the ground hard.

"Wow!"

The glass jar fell heavily to the ground and turned into a pool of fragments. The fragments scattered on the ground. The green powder hidden in it also fell all over the ground. It began to slowly decompose and turned into a ball of gas that slowly rose into the sky.

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"Yes, you are right, this is our last journey before returning to heaven..."

Ramon saw the middle-aged man's behavior and also noticed the green gas gradually spreading in the air. He knew that he had been contaminated by these gases and his body would soon be out of his control.

Realizing that his life was about to pass away, he now faced death without any fear. Thinking of his cowardly posture just now, he chuckled and laughed at his own cowardice. He took out the glass jar he was wearing and threw it to the ground with the same weight.

His eyes returned to their former fierceness, Ramon's joints crackled, he stared closely at the figure opposite, and said fiercely:
Chapter completed!