Chapter 175: Go to hell!

The blasts sounded like someone had strapped a whole bundle of firecrackers to his body. Pop, crackle, snap! In less than ten seconds, Larry's skin tore open with one bloody hole after another. Blood sprayed in frantic jets. He collapsed on the spot, limp as a heap of boneless flesh. Dead. Completely and unmistakably dead. "Elder Benson, what was that?" Fred Draven asked, not a shred of pity in his voice as he stared at what was left of Larry. Elder Benson's face stayed grim. "This formation...