They all call me Great Master-Chapter 467 - 464: One after another, Twin Swords strike!

Walsh’s index, middle, and ring fingers, the bones from the first joint of these three fingers shot out directly.

The sound was like knocking on a door.

But the power far exceeded that of an ordinary firearm.

The heads of the three Crossbowmen burst open like watermelons struck by an iron rod, exploding instantly.

And Walsh was gasping heavily—

Huff! Huff!

After completing the unique Ritual of the ’Pale Hand,’ Walsh gained a huge increase in both Physique and Spirituality, as well as the abilities of the Bone Sword and Bone Spur.

The Bone Sword involves transforming a bone from somewhere in the body into a Sharp, durable sword, which comes equipped with a high level of Basic Swordsmanship once it is formed.

And the drawn Bone Sword can be ’sheathed’ back into the body.

However, the Bone Spur is different.

While the Bone Spur is also made from the bones within the fingers, shooting out these bones is a one-time affair.

Simply put, once shot out, they’re gone and can’t be picked up again; they can only grow back quickly through the unique Ritual of the ’Pale Hand.’

And this rapid growth places a considerable burden on the body.

Especially when injured, Walsh now felt dizzy and staggered slightly.

"Are you alright?"

Doctor Lindster immediately reached out to support Walsh.

Instinctively, Walsh wanted to push Lindster away, but as he raised his hand, it immediately dropped back down; he simply didn’t have the strength.

But all this was unimportant; what mattered was—

There were still enemies.

On the streets a little further away, more people were gathering.

At a glance, there were easily more than 20 of them.

Walsh took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, intending to forcefully continue the fight.

At this moment, the newcomer of the ’Pale Hand’ was increasingly certain of the importance of this Doctor to that bastard Glast.

The more important the Doctor was, the more he had to ensure the enemy wouldn’t get him.

"I’ll hold them off...

I can probably last about a minute.

You run for it as far as you can!

Head for the hideout of those two guys we encountered earlier!"

Walsh had thought about killing Doctor Lindster directly, but the thought of Glast potentially needing Lindster’s body made him change his mind right away.

Based on what he had seen before, Lindster seemed to be on good terms with the two individuals from the room.

Of course, at this point, Walsh could only hope those two would be able to help.

’Two?!’

Doctor Lindster was stunned, then instead of running, picked up a crossbow from the ground.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to run.

It was that he couldn’t.

Because behind the two of them, another dozen or so people had appeared.

The assault from both front and back filled Walsh with resentment.

He wasn’t afraid of Death.

What he feared was Glast succeeding.

This made the newcomer of the ’Pale Hand’ utterly unwilling to accept his fate.

"Damn, if only we had Explosives."

Walsh murmured.

"Yeah, with Explosives, we’d at least stand a slim chance to break through... Hmm, did I say something wrong?"

Doctor Lindster, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Walsh, hadn’t finished his sentence when he saw Walsh looking at him with a very peculiar gaze.

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"The Explosives I’m talking about are to blow you to pieces, to prevent that guy from getting your body," Walsh said directly, without hiding anything.

Doctor Lindster paused, then gave a wry smile.

"Is my body really that sought after?"

"No!

It’s not that your body is sought after!

It’s just in case!" Walsh emphasized.

"My unknown friend, you know, you didn’t have to say that—at least, if you hadn’t, I could feel somewhat better," Doctor Lindster said, lifting the crossbow and attempting to aim.

The Doctor had handled crossbows and firearms before, but couldn’t be considered proficient.

So moving targets were quite a challenge for him.

Whoosh!

As he pulled the trigger, the crossbow’s bolt brushed past the onrushing crowd and missed, then he immediately picked up two more crossbows, pulling their triggers.

This time, he hit the mark perfectly.

Not because the Doctor suddenly mastered the skill of shooting.

But because the enemies had gotten much closer.

Walsh swung his Bone Sword left and right, his back against Doctor Lindster, keeping the doctor’s body as hidden as possible behind his own.

Doctor Lindster felt the hardness of the wall behind him and his heart uncontrollably sank.

The doctor seemed to have seen Death.

He was somewhat unwilling.

But, he also felt a sense of relief.

His unwillingness stemmed from not being able to resurrect his wife successfully.

The relief came from the prospect of being reunited with her soon.

Through Walsh’s shoulders, watching those fierce and evil-looking assailants, guilt welled up in the doctor, and he softly said to Walsh,

"Sorry, I’ve dragged you down."

The doctor could tell that if it weren’t for him, even in a weakened state, Walsh would have been able to escape.

"Ha, it’s my own doing, what does it have to do with you."

Walsh sneered and thrust his sword into the throat of an enemy in front of him. After withdrawing his sword, he slit another person’s throat, but the newcomer of the ’Pale Hand’ now bore two deep, bone-exposing wounds on his body.

Standing in front of Lindster and unable to dodge, such wounds were inevitable.

Of course, this was also the fighting style chosen by Walsh.

Trade injury for death!

He relied on the strong Physique and recovery ability brought by the ’Pale Hand’ Ritual, prepared to fight fiercely and take a few more lives.

"Don’t move!"

After piercing another’s throat with his sword, Walsh felt a commotion behind him; Doctor Lindster was bending down to pick up a Longsword.

"I’ll try not to move."

Doctor Lindster said this, but the Longsword in his hand plunged into the body of an assailant who was charging at him.

A thrust through the heart.

Incredibly smooth.

It wasn’t caught by bone, nor slowed by fat or organs.

Simply put, a death by one stroke.

"You know how to use a sword?"

Walsh was taken aback.

"No, I only know how to perform surgeries."

Doctor Lindster said this and, after drawing his sword, once again thrust the Longsword into the chest of an enemy rushing at them, using Walsh as a shield.

Compared to the previous thrust, this one was even more adept for Lindster.

Faster, more accurate, more ruthless.

Meanwhile, Walsh deflected a Longsword aimed at Lindster with his Bone Sword.

Without further verbal exchanges, the two of them began to cooperate quite tacitly.

Walsh as the shield.

Lindster as the sword.

Back to back, Twin Sword strikes.

For a moment, the two unexpectedly gained the upper hand.

But it was only for a moment.

Because—

Among the crowd, figures armed with crossbows appeared.

Not just one.

There were five.

With five crossbows aiming at them, the scar-ridden Walsh pursed his lips tightly, and Doctor Lindster also let out a sigh.

"We’re going to be skewered together, huh?

I apologize once again."

The doctor apologized once more.

"I’ve said it before; it has nothing to do with you."

Walsh once again coldly denied any connection.

Then, the new recruit of the ’Pale Hand’ took a deep breath, ready to strike at the cost of his life.

He looked at the dozen or so people in front of him, silently calculating.

Doctor Lindster certainly noticed what Walsh was thinking and also gripped the Longsword tighter, although he was well aware that without Walsh’s protection, he probably wouldn’t survive another thrust, but it was better than standing around waiting for death.

"Shall I count one, two, three?"

Doctor Lindster asked softly.

Walsh did not respond but merely nodded his head.

And then—

"Three!"

A shout of "three" from above nearly caused Lindster and Walsh to sprint instinctively and stumble to the ground. When they turned back with fury, they saw Eli standing on the rooftop with two Thunder Guns in his hands.

Ignoring the transition of Walsh and Lindster’s glares to surprise, Eli cheerfully shouted at the attackers below—

"Good evening, gentlemen!"

As his voice sounded, the intelligence trafficker and part-time stalker pulled the trigger.

Bang, bang!

A volley of bullets spread out, covering the targets densely.