No amount of movement could escape Sean's eyes.

He saw the little finger of Mr. Newfen's left hand move slightly, and there was spiritual vibration on it.

"He gave instructions to the explorer behind him..."

Doubt my identity?

Sean's heartbeat was calm, and he didn't feel flustered at all—it was within his expectation that the other party suspected his identity.

He held his breath, waiting for the other party's first move.

The blood priest took the initiative.

Blood-red fluctuations quickly rose around her, forming a mirror in front of Drew that seemed to flow with blood.

Sean had no doubts that the Queen had been wary of his actions. Once he draws out his gun to sneak attack Drew, this blood mirror will definitely appear instantly, blocking even the bullets fired by the C-level mysterious heritage.

Facing the "Wildland Gunslinger", she dared not neglect.

However, when she took out the snake-shaped sacrificial knife, she found—

Although the explorer in front of him saw his movement, he just held the oak handle under the suit with his hand, calm and relaxed.

"Waiting for me to approach the attack?"

With a wealth of experience in fighting secret seekers, the blood priest immediately smelled danger.

Behind her, more than a dozen bodyguards realized that the gunslinger was holding the handle of the gun, and they all went to reach for their own guns, but...

Xiao En's choice directly inspired the "fog of sorrow" contained in the three bullets in the cylinder.

The miserable red mist quickly spread, and the great sadness seemed to freeze the hearts of everyone present. The bodyguards fell to their knees or sat on the ground...

Those with a strong will, tried all their strength, but could only maintain a standing posture, and it was impossible to drive their extremely sad body to draw their guns.

Drew, who was protected by the blood mirror, only felt a little depressed, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes—

It's not that he has never seen the world, but the ability of this miserable red mist let him know: the Queen in front of him is absolutely genuine!

Don't try any more, it's dangerous!

He somewhat regretted his previous inflation, and the tail ring sent a signal to the blood priest.

However, the female mystery seeker felt the subtlety of the atmosphere—she knew that even if she continued to take the initiative to attack, it would not cause the situation to get out of control...

And the opponents who were just at the same level made them feel ashamed.

For the balance of the situation afterwards, it should also be retaliated.

"You can't get close, then..."

The snake-shaped blood blade is floating in the air, and the slender hands seem to be covered with blood, and they are making strange, profane, and ominous gestures...

These hand shapes were all frozen in the air, and the hand of the blood priest seemed to have grown countless fingers, which made people feel creepy.

Sean frowned slightly, feeling a familiar feeling in that ominous hand shape...

Variant beliefs of the "Mother of the Black Sheep"?

Through the distorted teachings due to the long history, some barbaric and primitive pagan religions can use some clumsy methods to borrow the power of those taboos...

"Sure enough..." From the "basin" with countless fingers proliferated by the blood priest, a basin of flesh and blood was wriggling and bulging.

Mixed with the power of the "Mother of the Black Sheep" and some other strange gods.

"The color is wrong, and the cicada's chirping is too weak—not pure." Xiao En shook his head in his heart like a top magic teacher, and felt disappointed instead of paying tribute to the gods in the temple.

Further, he thought that the rightful lord who borrowed power from the blood priest, the extraordinary creation "Shawshank Rogers" created by his power was standing in front of her...

If this ignorant Queen knew about this, how would she be shocked?

Gu Zhen's fistful of flesh and blood rushed towards Shawshank.

Sean knew that this mass of flesh and dirt could definitely hurt the bodies of ordinary people...

However, due to the generational difference in strength, it will not have any effect on Shawshank's body at all.

The flesh and blood bared their teeth and claws in the air, several shapeless cracks hissed, and the eyes that burst like blisters glared at the target...

"It's quite bluffing." In an instant, Sean suddenly thought of something.

He calmly chose the power of Ramses II, the "Immortal God King", and the green halo of the scarab instantly appeared on his spiritual matter...

The mass of flesh and blood was bounced back by the power of "serving all things", and rushed straight to the nearest bodyguard who was resisting the mist of sorrow.

The flesh and blood didn't care who he bumped into, the intense inflammation burned violently, corroding his flesh and blood. Between the screams and the thick smoke, the muscles and internal organs were eroded in an instant.

Everyone was stunned by the scene before them.

Sean took out a glass bottle in the shape of an hourglass with his spiritual quality.

boom!

The sound of ectoplasm breaking the slender waist of the glass bottle in the air made people subconsciously turn their heads to look.

The yellow-green mist that exudes soft light permeated the poor man who was eroded to the bone by the horrible flesh and blood, and because of the corrosion of the vocal cords, the screams turned into "ho ho" .

After the "mist of elixir" came into contact with that person's body, the terrible corrosion seemed to have finally come to an end.

The soft light mist seems to turn back time, and the new muscles, skin, and internal organs are filled with the corrosion that has just been corroded by intense inflammation.

The man who once witnessed someone being corroded by flesh and blood until he died originally thought that he was also dead this time, so he fell into extreme despair...

The severe pain from corrosion still remained in the nerves, and he looked at the right hand where the phalanges had been exposed just now with unbelievable eyes—on it, the new skin was expanding on the intact subcutaneous tissue, properly wrapping the healthy body. hands...

In front of Drew and the blood priest, the mist of the elixir healed the serious injury enough to kill the bodyguard in just a few seconds.

"Don't use it on healthy people—" Sean took back the broken glass bottle, "There is a very small probability that it will induce cancer."

Mr. Newfen looked at the wasteland gunslinger with eyes that could not conceal his shock.

"You..." He shook his head lightly, as if trying to regain consciousness, "Where did you find this medicine?"

"Northern Europe, a town in the northern part of Finland - the organization that makes this medicine is called the Baihua Secret Medicine Society.

"They are small in scale and have a limited production each year. So they are basically only used by explorers in Finland."

Drew instructed the others to carry the man who survived the catastrophe to the back—he was basically healed, but the pain and fear left in his nerves kept him in a state of shock.

That corrosive experience is likely to cast a serious shadow on him.

The Blood Priest faced Shawshank's direction, and slowly retreated behind Mr. Newfen.

"Good stuff... really good stuff...

"We haven't seen this type of healing artifact~lightnovelpub.net~, haven't we, Ma...?" He turned around to talk to the blood priest, but suddenly realized something and shut his mouth.

Obviously, the relationship between the blood priest and Drew is by no means an ordinary employer and bodyguard.

But just now, the female explorer was obviously calmer than Drew. Through their unique communication method, she calmed down Mr. Newfen and returned to normal—

After all, apparently, there was business to be negotiated next.

Drew, who didn't know what to say, calmed down instantly, squeezed the gold-plated pig's head on the cane, and put on a meaningful smile on his face.

He straightened the black fur collar on his purple suit and said, "I think we should sit down somewhere and talk...have a cup of hot tea and some cupcakes or something.

"What do you think, my honorable Mr. Gunslinger?"