BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 243

Maria still kept shooting while walking. His breath was puffed up in white steam. His eyes were wet and kept shedding tears. She could not tell if it was her tears or Arabella's. Clearly, he managed to take over his body in time.

I came back, he thought glad. Praise thanks.

He almost lost consciousness completely. He even felt his soul was far beyond the body, staring at everything from the sky. Then something pushed him back to earth. As a child, he sometimes dreamed of falling into a well. Just now it felt exactly like that. Once back on her, Maria automatically pulled out the gun she still kept in the coat bag and shot. His gun contained six silver bullets. One was used for Flora. Three shots he just fired.

Maria pulled the trigger.

It's the fourth bullet.

Fifthly.

As soon as the bullet ran out, Maria immediately ran up to Jose who was still lying confused on the ground.

"Jose, can you wake up?" Maria screamed in horror at the sight of the man's limbs flexing unnaturally. "Your bones!"

Jose rolled over to sit down, then fixed his legs and tried to get up. Still with one arm broken, the man pushed him south. "Back off the bridge, he's not dead!"

"I shot him with a silver bullet" said Maria, but retreated obediently. His forehead wrinkled to see Jose had gone smoothly as if his shins had not broken. "Your feet?"

"I'm fine, but you're there!" Jose pushed it harder until Maria almost fell.

Mary gripped the wooden bridge before it fell. His eyes were puffed up and realized what was causing Jose to panic. Sir William is still alive. The man woke up in an odd way, now even laughing. There were no bullet marks on the man's skin, but Maria believes he saw blood when he shot.

"So Bella was indeed there," Sir William said with a faint laugh. His expression looked relieved and happy. "I'm sure it was Bella, not acting. Soon .... soon it will be perfect!"

Maria shivered when the gazes of their eyes met. He wanted to drag Jose away, but his body felt stiff. If I get caught, I die. If I get caught, I die! He could feel the grip of the hand of death approaching him in the darkness.

In just one blink of an eye, Sir William had already darted close to Jose. His hands were raised in the form of threatening claws, but before the nails could swing, the sound of the engine roar split the night, cutting off their attention.

Maria was startled to see a black Tin Lizzie leap along the road and stop so suddenly that it almost toppled down in front of them. The light beam of the car highlights brightly, then turns off when the engine turns off.

The door opened and Marco Argent stepped out with a gun. Lady Chantall got off the steering wheel and ran around the car to stand guard on Marco's side. He held the revolver with two hands, his eyes occasionally watching Marco anxiously.

"Uncle?" Jose whispered in a suffocating voice.

"You're alive too?" Sir William was no less shocked, but the man immediately laughed at the weapon pointed at him. "The bullet won't kill me, Argent. You know that."

"Not you" said Marco, shifting the direction of his weapon at Maria. "But he."

Maria blinked once. Twice. Then the eruption echoed between the two Bjork. Chest hurts. His body was thrown backwards in reaction.

He could hear people calling him, then things went dark as if someone turned off the lights.

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Fifteen seconds left of an additional 60 seconds.

The red color bloomed like a huge rose in Mary's white dress, spreading across the girl's chest quickly. Then his body lost its balance and fell rapidly.

Jose had already jumped a catch before Maria's head hit the ground, then shouted out to Hans.

Ten seconds.

Marco lowered the gun, smiling at Sir William. "Without your medium, you wouldn't be able to call Arabella, would you? You're running out of time."

Five.

The black particle puff came again, a black speck that would make anyone it touched ash. Marco quickly opened the car door and pulled Lady Chantall's arm, throwing the woman in there. Iron is a good barrier. The woman will be safe as long as she's in this walking can. While closing the car door, Marco accidentally looks into Lady Chantall. Clear and deep green eyes, eyes that always looked at her with adoring eyes. Marco wondered why he was returned within a minute, but now he realized that the entity could restore him because of Lady Chantall's prayer. Equivalent exchange? Is prayer an equal thing?

Thank you, he wanted to say that, but his back was ambushed by a sticky chill.

The world had turned into a blurry spot and the rupture disappeared in the dark. The last thing she heard was Lady Chantall squealing her name.

***

"Hans!" jose exclaimed loudly while covering Maria's body with his coat. The girl is still breathing. Hans immediately ran over despite being attacked by sheldbolis. "Dragon's Mary!"

Hans assented in a loud roar. The great man struck many sheldbolis and pitted their heads to pieces, then grabbed Mary's body, carrying her away to the South. Hans paid no heed to the other sheldbolis attacking his back.

Sir William turned his face away from Marco, who had become ashes. He looked angry, raging, but unstable. His black particles moved noisily losing their direction, swirling around like a hurricane. "You think I can't cross?" snarl. "I'll go after him! I will chase after him even if I have to cross over!!"

Jose touched his broken right arm, fixed his bones and prayed in his heart. "Someone's looking for you, sir," he said. He pointed behind Sir William. "Look, he's coming."

Sir William laughed mockingly. He moved his hand to shake. "You think the trick was—" his voice came to a halt along with the movement of his hand. Someone prevented him from moving. No, not someone. When he turned his head, Sir William almost screamed in shock at the broken face.

The woman's jaw is gone. His facial skin is bulging, blistering. Maggots spilled from his eye sockets. It's a living corpse. Gladys. The corpse stuck to his back, tightly gripping his arm. Even though every day has seen the devil, it does not mean Sir William is accustomed to seeing terrible things. He tried to remove the creature, but could not. Even his orders were no longer heard, probably because Shakranim was no more. It was the devil that made him able to create and control the undead.

As Jose healed himself and Sir William was being infested with the undead, Lady Chantall wiped away tears and turned on her car engine without turning on the headlights.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly. His green eyes watched over Jose who, once aware of the roar of the car, immediately retreated slowly. Sir William himself was not aware of the sound of the machine in the middle of the crackling sky that spilled the demon skull.

"God protect Your servant" murmured Lady Chantall wholeheartedly.

As soon as Jose was within safe distance, Tin Lizzie speeded into Sir William and fell into the river.

***

Nolan first ran into the middle of the grass field. He used an iron rod he had brought from the caravan to smash the heads of the attacking skulls. His injured arm was actually still aching and aching, but he did not care. He beat every sheldbolis with a thump, paving the way for Hans to come.

Mr. Stuart was behind him, had already refilled his weapon and started shooting the sheldbolis that escaped Nolan's impact. Albert uses a sword hidden in his walking stick to stab and beat any infernal creature that approaches, then joins Nolan and guards the back of the girl.

Hans ran in a hurry carrying Mary, finally joining them just as Tin Lizzie in the North roared and smashed Sir William into the river. The sound of metal cars clashing with human bodies sounded like a broken tree. The river water broke in large waves and splashed all the way to the vicinity of the bridge. The car toppled over, its shaggy snout sank in the river.

"Chantall!" exclaim Mr. Stuart in horror. He seemed to want to run over, but could not do so realizing that he still had to protect Nolan and the others. Albert checked his daughter's condition in a panic, almost crying.

Nolan was still noticing the furore at the border.

Somewhat far away next to the car, it initially looked like it was drifting downstream, someone was walking in the middle of the river.

The moon is showing off its rays without being covered in clouds. The blond color on the hair made Nolan know who was getting up and walking over the river current. Sir William's.

"Why didn't he die, anyway?" nolan screamed while swinging a stick, hitting one of the skulls that came. His hand stopped moving when he saw another shadow near Sir William. Many shadows. One of them was so familiar, even at a glance like turning and smiling at him. Nolan felt his throat choked.

Albert finally reached the middle of the grass field, next to Nolan. He groped the girl's arm and shouted resuscitatedly, "Don't daydream, son! We're back in the caravan!"

Nolan pointed towards the river with wet dewy blue eyes. "But ... but that's Papa ..."

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