devil priest in marvel exorcism

Kill or be killed.

After countless life and death experiences, they have become elite killers and have long since given up their frail illusions.

Except for the gun in their hands and the dark life full of cruelty and blood, they had nothing to lose.

So even though their hearts were filled with fear, even though their minds were filled with despair, none of them turned around and ran away.

But no matter how standard or superb the shooting skills are, the series of extremely fast and dense bullets flying out of the gun barrel cannot break the defense composed of the steel armor.

The priest, covered in ferocious armor, bent down slightly and looked at the gunmen who were still raising their guns to shoot, and smiled.

"It's me!"

Sounds like the tension of a bowstring and the roar of steam emanated from him.

A slight popping sound sounded in the small space, which was the sound of the air underfoot being compressed and exploded.

Under the huge pressure, the luxurious carpet was instantly torn into pieces, flying around like a butterfly with broken wings.

With the howling wind, Dolby's figure pierced directly into the gunmen's camp like a sharp arrow.

Dolby rushed into the crowd and did not start a wanton killing.

These "weak" killers could not pose a threat to him at all.

He doesn't even need to pay close attention, surpassing ordinary people's perception and reaction capabilities, allowing him to avoid the attacks of those bullets.

Occasionally there are some that cannot be avoided, and cannot penetrate the steel armor on his body.

Some ricocheting bullets will also cause the gunner camp to reduce its own personnel.

The steam surged and the power in the armor was fully activated, making Dolby move like a ferocious beast.

It doesn't require any exquisite martial arts skills at all, just one by one's brains are broken, and each gunman can be knocked to the ground in an understatement.

So on this floor, there were continuous gunshots, fierce winds and dull sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground.

It gradually weakens and finally disappears.

All the gunmen, including the one who was lying on the ground wailing because of ricochet, had been knocked unconscious by Dolby.

And the bald gunman holding the sniper rifle was left at the end.

Dolby admired his fighting spirit.

In order not to scare him, Dube even showed a gentle smile to the gunman.

In this shooter's view.

The monster-like priest wearing ferocious armor was like a ferocious beast playing with its prey.

At this time, he was standing among the "dead bodies" on the ground, showing a terrifying smile towards himself.

The killer's hairless head was already covered with cold sweat.

But the killer didn't give in, he shouted.

"I'm a killer!

Killing or being killed is my fate.

Come on, monster! "

The roar made the gunman suppress the fear in his heart, and he replaced the sniper rifle with a new magazine.

He glared at Dolby.

Even if he was about to be killed like a small beast hunted by a huge beast in the jungle, he would still tear off a piece of flesh from the terrifying hunter opposite.

"The will to fight is also very good!"

The admiration in Dolby's eyes became stronger and stronger.

Dolby turned around and rushed towards the killer.

Between the steam jets, he crossed a long distance in one step and came to the gunman.

The fingers with iron gloves were about to fall on his smooth head.

But the killer did not give up the counterattack. He seemed to find some pattern in the way Dolby moved.

His super intuition allowed him to predict Dolby's trajectory.

"Youareslow!"

Following these words that were spoken quickly, there was a huge roar of bullets.

The huge recoil pushed the killer directly against the wall this time.

But the severe pain coming from his shoulder failed to give him the slightest pause.

Like some kind of cold machine, the killer pulled the bolt again.

The shell casings, which smelled of gunpowder, fell in the air along with gunpowder smoke, and then landed at his feet.

There was no time to use the scope, so he followed his instinct and shot forward one after another.

He understood that he was violently and extravagantly consuming the possibility of continuing to fight for the rest of his life.

The muscles on his shoulders have been severely bruised, and even the bones have begun to break.

But he has no other choice, because this time the enemy is a monster.

The priest under the gun in front of him was obviously wearing a very heavy-looking steel armor.

But he was able to continuously dodge the whizzing bullets in the white mist.

The magazine was empty, and there was a clicking sound from the trigger.

There was also a crisp sound from the shoulder, and I realized that it was the bones that had cracked under the constant impact.

Quickly throwing away the firearm in his hand, the killer pulled out the dagger from his waist.

The other shoulder was in severe pain and could no longer be lifted.

He could only assume a nondescript fighting posture.

Even until the last moment, this bald killer with black shoes, a black suit, and a red tie never showed any signs of vulnerability.

The firmness in his eyes moved Dolby, making him appreciate him even more.

An ordinary person who has not yet reached the extraordinary level is not as cowardly as the so-called hotel manager when facing a powerful enemy like himself.

In the face of powerful force, he did not cry for mercy, did not pray for life, and did not show an ugly face like that Winston.

And people with such will and ability, aren't they exactly the talents he needs?

After experiencing the war against vampires, Dolby increasingly discovered the disadvantages of not having enough manpower.

So from the day he returned to the church, he had already made up his mind to recruit more people into his team to deal with possible crises in the future.

While observing the killer, Dolby seemed to have discovered something, and the smile on his face showed a trace of ridicule.

Putting down the raised fingers, he took out the Bible from his waist.

"poor guy……"

Although he was not very old, he did not feel any sense of violation when he said these words full of compassion.

He clenched the Bible in his left hand, and spread the fingers of his right hand. In the roaring wind, he grabbed the dagger in the killer's hand.

In the ear-searing sound of metallic distortion.

The sharp and slender dagger was crushed into a ball of scrap metal by Dolby under the strong force of his steel fingers, and he threw it casually on the ground.

"Poor man!

You have been trapped in a prison, let me help you break this shackles! "

A layer of original energy appears on the surface of the small Bible, exuding fluctuations of soul power.

The steel armor disappeared and was replaced by gray cloth.

"Wake up!"

Doobie whispered an incantation and hit the killer's head with the Bible.