"Those demons and monsters can all be hurt by firearms, right?" Before splitting up, 006 asked a core question. As long as this question had an answer, he wouldn't be worried.
Bella's answer indeed met his expectations.
"Yes, Mr. Alec. This sounds complex, but it's actually still a matter of mind over matter."
Bella carefully organized her words to put his mind at ease. "We are currently in an interstitial world between material and illusion. This is the world imagined by Alessa, an unreal nightmare world."
006 tried hard to memorize her words and made his own analysis. "You mean... you mean as long as I have firm confidence, I can kill those monsters with belief? Those things are all imagined? So I can also imagine some weapons here?"
He got happier the more he spoke, seeming to feel that the grey world before him wasn't so scary anymore.
Bella poured a bucket of cold water on him. "Of course not! This is Alessa's world; it was before, and it will be after. No matter how much you imagine, it's useless... What I mean is, this is the intersection of reality and illusion. A large part of reality's rules apply here. For example, there's gravity, there's air. For another example, we can't fly, and monsters can be killed by firearms.
I only want to say one thing: hold on to your belief. Telling you overly complex theories is useless and will only create doubt in your heart. Just remember one point: the physical rules of firearms apply here. Your belief cannot oppose Alessa, but the physical rules of reality can. She hasn't reached the level of arbitrarily tampering with physical rules yet."
Firearms can bring me confidence? 006 felt he understood.
This wasn't complicated! He checked his magazine, then nodded vigorously.
Having undergone agent training since childhood, if he didn't even believe in firearms, hadn't he lived all these years in vain?
Carrying a full set of weapons and equipment on his back, he headed east alone with confidence to rescue his wife, Rose.
Bella drove the pickup truck west to rescue the abducted girl, Sharon.
The trip west was longer. Bella didn't have the skill to track footprints, but Shaw did. The pickup stopped occasionally to search for tracks, and finally stopped in front of a three-story-high church.
The foundation of the church was very high. In the open space before the door was a cemetery; the ground was filled with crosses of various sizes, looking like at least a hundred people were buried there.
Many carrion-eating crows perched on the eaves at the top of the church. Their eyes were crimson, staring dead at Bella and Shaw.
The cross atop the church was completely different from the traditional Latin cross outside. The middle part of the cross had a hexagonal hole, somewhat resembling the Jerusalem Cross in shape, but the four ends of this large cross weren't closed; instead, they each extended outward a small bit. Below the cross were loudspeakers used for playing air raid sirens.
Just by looking at this cross, the knowledgeable Bella could see quite a few clues. This church believed in Judaism, not Christianity.
The arrival of Bella and Shaw didn't cause any reaction. At this moment, the church was brightly lit inside, and the voices within were quite noisy. Many people were shouting frantically: "Burn her! Burn her!" "Purify this sin!" "Lord! Protect us!"
"Open the door! Open the door!" Bella pounded on the door repeatedly, but the people inside, influenced by fanatical emotions, didn't hear a thing.
She pushed with force, but several streaks of golden shattered light emerged from the cross atop the church. The grey-brown door was dyed with a layer of gold, followed by the windows, walls, and eaves.
Not only did the door withstand Bella's strength, but it also pushed her back more than two meters.
"Burn her! Haha!"
"Look at her pitiful appearance! Haha!"
"Purify her! Purify! Justice!"
The shouting inside became even more high-pitched. Bella retreated several steps and carefully sized up the church.
As if sensing her gaze, countless golden lights layered over each other like fish scales, wrapping the entire church from top to bottom.
The golden light on the church walls seemed to be mocking her. Heathen! Get lost!
Rose could go in, but I can't? You're discriminating against me!
"Give me the weapon!" Bella reached out. Shaw rummaged for a moment, then handed her the RPG rocket launcher.
Such a big church didn't have legs; there was no need to aim at all. Loading the rocket, she pulled the trigger directly.
The distance was no more than thirty meters. Dragging a tail of flame, the rocket blasted directly onto the church door.
Just as Bella told 006 before, neither she nor Alessa could use their will to cover an entire world. More or less, they had to rely on some rules of the real world to construct a complete world.
Big shots who could create things out of thin air and reforge the elements of earth, fire, water, and wind certainly existed, but they were currently far from that level.
Physical rules applied in this world. Whether in the Fog World or the Otherworld, sufficient firepower plus a fierce explosion could destroy anything in this world.
The power of faith on the exterior of this church was no joke; this was also what they relied on to resist Alessa. But so what? Everything had a limit. What did Bella have to fear?
A single rocket round made the golden light in front of the church shake violently. Large patches of light spots flickered rapidly like broken glass. When the smoke and dust cleared, a dark scorch mark appeared on the previously seamless barrier.
Golden light covered it layer by layer. The barrier repaired itself very quickly, but the light wasn't as bright as before.
"Forcing me to use my ultimate move!" Bella threw away the rocket launcher. With a face full of excitement, Shaw "invited" the Gatling Bodhisattva out for her.
This Gatling Bodhisattva that Bella invited from Comrade 006 was, strictly speaking, the US military's M134. It used standard NATO 7.62mm ammunition, with a muzzle velocity of 869 m/s. Theoretically, it could achieve an astonishing record of 6,000 rounds per minute.
The gun weighed 17 kilograms. Counting the 30-kilogram weight of the backpack ammo feeder, the total weight of the weapon was nearly 50 kilograms.
Strapping on the ammo box and connecting the ammo belt to the machine gun, she even put on sunglasses and earplugs. Then she signaled Shaw to move further away, meaning: I'm about to start showing off!
Pressing the firing button on the grip, the motor was energized. Through gear transmission, the rotor and six barrels began to rotate at high speed, and then the ammo belt began to feed the machine gun.
For Bella, this weight was nothing. She raised the machine gun and, accompanied by a high-pitched buzzing sound, began to pour a rain of bullets onto the church door.
The 7.62mm bullets hit the golden light, rippling layer upon layer. One or two rounds could be ignored, but with such a large quantity, sheer volume would eventually lead to a qualitative change.
Accompanied by the endless da-da-da sound, bullet casings soon covered the ground. The muzzle flash highlighted her face, making it even more glamorous. This was an ultimate beauty blended from steel and blood, machine gun and maiden!
Seeing her look so glorious, Shaw was quite excited. She also took out an automatic rifle and fired frantically at the church.