The Spirit World

Chapter 503: Hymn in the Rain
[Principality May 2014, at pm · Fran]

【rainstorm】

The heavy rain seemed to cover the entire sky. It was already a dark night, so naturally there could not be a trace of light.

The wind was blowing heavy rain, and it was as if someone was grabbing the souls of the rain in the rain, making them drift and howl and cry.

That is the rain, crying.

"Are you ready?"

[Crack——]

The muzzle of the gun inside the sleeve was loaded.

The sleeves were blown to and fro because of the strong wind and heavy rain.

"Ready."

He placed his right hand on the gun in his left hand and pressed it. There was a click and the bullet was loaded. His windbreaker was blown uncontrollably by the wind.

"Action!" As soon as he said it, it was covered by the wind and rain...no sound could be heard.

"Be careful... don't let me lose sight of you... Bourbon." The person next to him put on his top hat, and he immediately picked up the hat and put it on his head naturally.

"You too... Rum."

After saying that, the two of them separated with their backs to each other, one step, two steps, three steps. The sound of their leather shoes in the heavy rain sounded like loaded bullets.

One shot!
The silver bullets, like evil spirits in the wind, roared and flew through the wind. Inside a store, a man sitting on a chair eating bread slammed his head on the table. A piece of bread mixed with blood-red liquid slowly fell to his feet. The sticky yellow jam had all turned into scattered bubbles.

"Ah! Murder!" someone exclaimed, and panic was about to break out.

"Gulantuo, has been shot dead." He muttered to himself, but it sounded like the whisper of a devil.
Walking quickly in the rain, in such heavy rain, on the street where there were no pedestrians, everything about him was so abrupt, black windbreaker, top hat, face in the dark, a delicate and small pistol, a ghost walking in the rainy night.

Bourbon moved quickly and jumped on the rooftops of the twilight-filled Fran Sky.

Shuttle across rooftops everywhere.

The building marked as three stories high, a lightning rod like an umbrella, and the surrounding water towers that were still being filled with water. The rain was hitting the water towers, making all his movements silent.

"Your names will be in the dark temple." He said this. He knew he was going to die, but after he said these words that sounded like a judgment, his whole spirit was as jubilant as a horse.

He turned into a black shadow and jumped down from the side of the lightning rod. In the air, he stretched out his left hand vigorously, and a long-tailed hook hooked on the eaves of the window of the second-floor room with a clang. With a whoosh, he leaned forward, stepped on the wall of the second floor, and turned over to enter the house.

【Crack】

The loading of the silver bullet was like the sound of a horn signaling the end of life, cruel and merciless.

The sound of the breaking window alarmed the owner of the house.

"Anji, Dad is going to see who's here, you stay here..."

[Snap…]

A man in pajamas fell to the ground in horror, his mouth wide open, red sticky liquid gushing out from his neck, and the body parts blown out by bullets splashed right onto a little girl. The little girl watched all this in horror, her smile frozen on her pink and blood-red feet, the bow on her golden hair was also bright red like a pillar.

"Antakul! Kill!" Bolben loaded his gun with a click, jumped out of the window, stretched out his left hand, and the flying hook quickly lifted him up. The arc-shaped black bird disappeared in an instant.

The shock of his stepping on the puddles on the street was cushioned, and he immediately ran, disappearing into the shadows of the street corners. The street lights illuminated his black windbreaker, and he stood up quickly and walked lightly on the street. His hands were on his belt, and his black bowler hat splashed in the heavy rain, covering his slender face as always.

"The black god will rip out their throats..."

He talked to himself again, and every word he said along the way was like the last sound in the darkness.

He looked at the building in front of him, and walked in slowly, step by step.

"Sir, you can't enter here..." A guard on duty rushed out of the guard room to stop him. The guard stopped him with one hand and pushed his shoulder with the other hand to prevent him from going forward.

Bourbon said nothing, but pulled out a card hidden in his sleeve.

【Noah Elizabeth.】

He lowered his head and did not show his face to the guard, but when the guard saw the card, he timidly took a step back and bowed in a shoulder salute.

"Welcome Viscount Noah."

The security guard immediately made way, and Bolbon slowly walked into the enclosed high-rise building.

"Hey... do you think... will the mentors let us off the hook? I really can't think of any innovative ways to use alchemy..." A woman came down the stairs slowly. She was wearing a white dress and put her hands on her arms. She sighed unconvincedly: "After all, the mentors should give us some face... right... after all, we are the Duke's daughters, right! Dad!"

"Hahaha... After all, you still have to listen to your mentor..." An old man touched his white beard and came down the stairs. The woman was waiting for her father.

"The instructors are doing this for your own good. They're letting you learn real material. That's giving us face. You need to change your mindset and stop being so willful...hahaha..."

The old man put his hand on his daughter's hand that was supporting him, and patted it gently: "You are no longer a child... When I was a child, I had already been recognized by Headmaster Dumbledore... At that time, he was not the headmaster, but a mentor."

"Principal Dumbledore is my father's mentor! How incredible!" The daughter looked at her father in shock. Her father laughed again and said that Principal Dumbledore is much more powerful than you think.

And at this moment, a man accidentally bumped into the woman.

The woman looked at the bowler hat that had fallen on the ground, and was confused as to where the owner of the bowler hat came from, the blind bastard.

"I'm sorry..." She said it first.

“It’s okay…” The person who was hit bent down, used his slender arms to pick up his white hair and put it on his bowler hat. Wet raindrops wet an area on the ground. Those were the raindrops from the bowler hat.

His fluent hat-putting movements made the father and daughter look at him in surprise, but they couldn't see his face.

"You are..." The old man, as a father, looked at the face under the bowler hat with some confusion.

"You are!"

【Snapped! 】

"Dad!"

A head and a gray beard overlapped in the wet part of the bowler hat.

[Bang!] The silver bullet pierced through the woman's chest, like a barb, pulling out the flesh and blood on her heart and nailing it to the wall at the staircase like a nail.

He walked quickly. The guard heard the noise inside and rushed inside, but Bourbon had already left quickly. He ran up the stairs, jumped onto the platform on the second floor, and rushed into the rain, running quickly in the black rain like a desperado.

"Gene Mahone, shot dead!"

He ran quickly. On the street, anyone who opened the window to watch the torrential rain would see a man in a top hat and a black windbreaker running wildly in the rain, like a flying Pegasus rushing towards the abyss.

"This is Skana Hongs, the captain of the Eagle First Executive Team! Please give up your resistance immediately! You have been arrested!" Skana, dressed as the captain of the Eagle Team, drew out a long sword, stood in the middle, and blocked his way.

"For thee the black bell tolls..."

He still speaks his Bible.

"Please give up resistance immediately!" Skarner's young face was washed white by the heavy rain. His eyes, one blue and one yellow, were shining as he looked at the man in the bowler hat, but he still couldn't see his face.

He was like a shadow, moving in the darkness.

"Pathetic..." His low voice sounded like the sound of hatred.

[Crack——] The silver bullet was loaded quickly.

"What's that sound! I told you to give up resistance! Don't mess around! Be careful, my sword has no eyes!" Skarner roared in the rain, scolding this desperado who could not be scolded.

"The sad old times..." Bolburn quickly raised his right hand and pointed the gun at Skarner.

【Snapped! 】

[Ding——]

The bullet collided with Skarner's sword, still spinning and causing a powerful vibration, before being reflected and bounced off the sword, falling into the rain with a clang.

The silver bullets, like the archetypal ribs in the body, were white and terrifying.

"Pathetic..." Bolburn loaded the gun again with a click. Skarner's sword had been pierced by the silver bullet and was broken to the side.

"Damn! What is this!" Skarner looked at the silver bullet in horror. Although he blocked it, the bullet was quickly intercepted by the flying silver dragon.

【Snapped--】

Skarner dodged quickly. Without a weapon, he seemed to have lost his ability to fight. Although he dodged, he fell in the heavy rain, rolled across the street, and found the shelter of a trash can.

[Pop--] The sound of bullets being loaded hit the gun's spiritual trampoline dully in the rain, and in the dim rainstorm, a dazzling blue light burst out.

"Damn it... why don't you hurry up! Just surrender!" Skarner rolled over and let the broken sword fly out. He thought the shelter of the trash can was not safe, so he ran quickly again.

The broken sword flew towards him, and Bolben turned his head to the side and dodged it.

He was not surprised at Skarner's reaction ability, but quickly loaded the gun. Pah pah pah pah! Pah pah pah!

Continuous gunshots were aimed at Skarner's head, but each shot was dodged. Silver bullets flew through the rain, evaporating the heavy rain around Skarner with the heat, and then billowing white smoke emerged.

"Pathetic..." Bolburn withdrew his hand, held his top hat, and walked gently in the rainstorm. He wiped his hands which were quickly heating up. Under the blue spiritual power gun, the rainstorm was also evaporated by the heat, emitting thick white smoke.

"Hey! Look here!!"

A young man waved to him from afar in the rain.

His golden hair was like a beautiful light in the black rainstorm.

This beautiful boy was in a happy mood, smiling and waving the white cloth in his hand.

Bolben was wiping his pistol seriously, but now he was looking at the blond young man who seemed to be surrendering in surprise.

what the hell……

"Hey!" the blond young man shouted loudly!

"This is incredible!" he said, "The potato chips in the supermarket next door are half price!"

"Potato...potato chips..." Bolbon was surprised for a second, frowned, and looked at the blond young man. Then, he looked at his arm in surprise. The gun flew out quickly, slid in the heavy rain, and came to the feet of a man. It was Skarner who had just run away.

Bourbon's arm was bleeding and was washed by the fierce rainstorm, and black blood was seen flowing from the wound.

His leg was soon cut by the wind blade of a razor blade. He flopped down on one knee awkwardly, and his knee hit the puddle with a clattering sound.

He looked angrily at a young man who walked out of the darkness triumphantly, the sandalwood wand in his hand shining with a faint blue light.

Green vines sprang up from the ground, trapping Bourbon.

"What! Paros! What's so delicious about potato chips... If you want to eat, just eat French fries... It's the most delicious thing in the world when paired with tomato juice..." The man shook his magic robe proudly, but in the heavy rain, the magic robe could not fly, and he didn't look cool at all.

"Ralfa, I still have to rely on you at the critical moment...Skarner, that idiot, is just unreliable..." Pylos walked over slowly with his hands in his pockets, his golden hair shining like light. He looked at Bolbon who was half-kneeling on the ground, and there was not even a trace of a smile on his face.

He looked at Bourbon seriously.

"I knew you would come... but you still managed to accomplish this! I'm so sorry... your evil plan ends here! We are the Three Musketeers of Flando Royal Academy! My name is Pylos..." Pylos looked at Bolbon who was kneeling on the ground with some anger. He could no longer move: "The defender of this city..."

"Paros, be careful..." Skarner reminded from the side. He picked up the bullets on the ground one by one, still looking at Paros who was gradually walking towards Bourbon.

Ralfa was also standing nearby and nodded to Pylos: "Be careful, Pylos. We can win by taking advantage of the situation. It's better to be careful."

Pylos stood still obediently, far away from Bourbon, so much so that he could only see Bourbon kneeling on the ground with his head lowered as if he was confessing.

"We know you are coming... Although those adults ignored our advice and insisted on doing what they wanted, for us, those who go against the law will definitely be punished! They don't want to believe me, so I must prove it to them!" Pylos' voice was very loud, because he had to make sure that Bolburn could hear it: "What is the difference between what the [Dead Apostles] of your [Forbidden Order] and the Shadow Hunters did! You are totally unscrupulous! You are a scum among humans! A shame..."

"Okay, Pylos! There's no need! I don't think he listened at all..." Ralfa looked at Bourbon who was kneeling on the ground. His repentant look was like a stubborn stone nodding, rising and falling, which was very strange.

"A symphony of praise...will eventually resonate in harmony..."

Bourbon lowered his head, but beneath his bowler hat, his eyes showed no fear...

Are they wide open...blood-red eyes?
Black blood threads crawled all over his body, turning into a red ghostly figure. The three young men were amazed...

(End of this chapter)