Fireworks
A shimmering silver spirit floated beside him. The gunsmith did not fire a warning shot. Devana had twelve rifle bullets left and eleven dust crystal arrows left. Jingguang, as a secondary weapon, had already been delivered to Zhao Jianxiong, so he didn't have much firepower to waste.
In the drill ground, even the grass blades were swept northward by the biting cold wind, leaving not a speck of dust on the ground.
Thick, foul-smelling blood spread beneath the feet of this god of death. Jiashen had lost his head, and blood was still splattering from his body. Plump, ravenous worms kept wriggling and thrashing about the corpse.
Many retainers drew their weapons, their bodies chilled by the chilling killing intent. They charged out from the northwest and southwest gates. Those behind, unable to feel the pressure of the King of Hell in the open space, pushed and shoved those in front, urging and cursing, demanding that their companions make way.
"Six on the left, two crouching on the courtyard wall, and the two vanguards in the middle of the main road are already dead." Fragrant Dream wanted to say something more, reminding the main body to be careful—after all, this was their first time facing a group attack from the Xiabang Bloodborne Monsters: "The two o'clock position on the right and..."
"No need to say anything more." Jiang Xueming interrupted the spirit's battle report, "I can see it, you need to concentrate too."
The first round of site selection has begun.
Gunsmiths need some space, and they need more focus.
"I won't hold you back." Fragrant Dream had just finished dealing with Dust Crystal No. 2, and with a gentle hook of its claws, Jiashen's weapon was in its hand. "There are too many enemies. If I get beaten to my knees, I'll return to your body immediately."
Of the remaining sixty or seventy blood-infused freaks, twenty-seven had already entered the training ground. They moved extremely fast, and even before becoming blood-infused units, they knew some methods of wielding weapons and moving swiftly. They were all trained fighters.
The gunsmith finally found the right opportunity before the enemy ranks were fully deployed.
Judging from his Inspiration, the twelve blood-receiving units who entered the training ground first had stable auras and the strongest Inspiration Pressure. Now, because of the companions who cut in line later, these high-risk units had to be forcibly dispersed and distributed in a semi-circular formation. They were no longer as tightly arrayed and mutually supportive as they had been at the beginning.
This is the opportunity the gunsmith saw.
Without hesitation, he picked up his gun and fired again!
When Devana's spear flashed, Jiazi, who was leading three or five retainers in a coordinated attack, got goosebumps all over his body!
He was shot in the ankle and knew that the enemy's weapon was extraordinary, but he did not expect that this "flying sword" would be so accurate and fierce, able to bypass the iron armor and slip into the gap of his ankle!
He and his companions approached the demonic monk, using all their strength to sprint towards him. Their speed had reached its limit, but there was a world of difference between them, even though they were only about twenty feet apart!
In a short while, the other eight disciples followed. When they saw the demonic monk unleash another magical weapon, the muzzle of the spear that spewed flames and thunder was clearly pointed, revealing a major flaw! Once they understood this, the Blood-Given Monster was no longer afraid!
In just a second of reflexes and a second of situation assessment, Xue Ming fired the last ten or so bullets from Devana, then immediately discarded his gun without the slightest hesitation. He didn't want to check the results of his shooting; he was about to enter the life-or-death phase of close combat!
Leading the way and breaking down the gate, aiming to shatter the demonic monk's posture, was a towering, burly giant, just like in the Jiawu War. This man wielded a pair of lantern hammers, his heavy weapons whipping up a whirlwind, yet he maintained his balance. This indestructible armor-piercing technique was the result of years of diligent practice and the divine power bestowed upon him—making him a formidable force in any battle.
With Blood-giving Monster flanking the giant leader and supporting each other, a six-man vanguard charged forward, stepping over the corpses of the Jiazi team, determined to claim the first merit.
In an instant, even the Moon-Duty Officer's breathing became rapid.
He couldn't understand the origins of this sorcerer's martial arts, nor could he comprehend the Pankrasin's combat techniques.
As the giant hammer swept across, the demonic monk neither dodged nor evaded, like a piece of duckweed, seemingly swimming in the air—he was like a fish, truly diving into the water! He was swept away by the wind pressure of the hammer head!
The gleaming blade found the giant's forearm, tracing a strange arc!
It slowed down after entering the humerus, its golden light shimmering around the Flash Butterfly Armor garment. The gunsmith used all his acrobatic flips and shifting movements, not wanting his feet to leave the ground, but at this moment he had no choice; he had no other offensive options.
At the same time, four men, each wielding unusual weapons, rushed towards the gunsmith's original location—but all their attacks missed.
Gunsmiths still need to observe when performing stabbing or cutting movements.
He was observing the team's offensive coordination.
When they landed back on the ground, everyone felt dizzy.
With a single leap and roll, the demonic monk cleaved open the giant's arm. His leaping, slashing, and thrusting movements were clean and swift. His time in the air seemed to be less than a second, yet he created a distance of about twelve feet, completely leaving the encirclement and strangulation of the six men in front of him behind!
"Surround him! Kill him! What are you standing there for!" Jiazi, whose movements were disrupted by gunfire, finally came to his senses and realized that there was no one alive around him. He hurriedly called for reinforcements from the rear.
Despite saying that—
--A storm raged in Jiazi's heart.
What kind of extraordinary skill is this? What kind of light-footed movement technique is this, where one can walk on snow without leaving a trace?!
How did he manage to find the path of the blade while rolling through the air? And how did he time his landing perfectly?
The six Ding and six Jia, led by Jiazi, were all martial artists before. After receiving the bloodline, their reaction speed and ability to detect auras and locate sounds far surpassed that of ordinary people.
The gunsmith's strike had terrified Jiazi. Although the giant wielding the twin hammers hadn't been seriously injured, the technique of combining slashing and striking with offense as defense was something Jiazi had never witnessed or imagined before. Fear and hesitation arose within him—could a human truly do such a thing?
Time will not slow down because of his hesitation.
After making the first cut, the gunsmith didn't sit idly by after landing; he immediately began to run.
--The encircling goose-shaped formation had an opening, and he seized the opportunity, immediately remembering his job and transforming back into a diligent butcher.
The following scene left the Moon God completely bewildered.
Heading towards the armory on the northwest side, away from the open area of the drill ground, the evil monk, now with the high wall to lean on, immediately began to act violently.
A horrific wound appeared within the encircling group of retainers!
New reinforcements kept emerging from the northwest doorway, and the warriors at the front of the line began to wield their great axes and hack at the demonic monk.
He walked extremely fast, his steps were quick, and his hands were fast too!
He took two or three quick steps, swiftly brushing past the axe handle, and with a flourish, changed his grip on the short knife, raising it to slash fiercely.
One stroke severs an arm, another cuts off a head.
--The gecko slithered over the wall and into the middle of the line, then two more heads flew up.
He clearly saw the figure and position of the bloodthirsty monster in the middle row, changed from small steps to large steps, and before the enemy soldiers could raise their spears and halberds, he thrust his spear forward with great speed and force, deflecting the spear and halberd to cut off the head of an enemy who couldn't react in time, and then used his shoulder to push open a bloody path.
After taking only two or three steps, when his strength gave out, he immediately released the halberd handle.
At that very moment, the demonic monk's spirit was still covering the retreat, using unimaginable speed and power to force the pursuers on the southwest side to retreat.
Five or six men, having been struck by the gunsmith's charge, were now unable to advance or retreat due to the blood stagnation in their chests. They could only push and shove against the outer wall of the armory, and as the grappling game reached its final round, they finally had a moment to catch their breath.
The gunsmith dodged half his body, then completely released his grip, and a fiery red meteor flew past him.
Fragrant Dream and the original body were almost in perfect harmony, and the second Dust Crystal was taken out to carry out the execution.
The blast wave caused Xue Ming's ears to bleed, and a single arrow shattered five or six blood-soaked freaks.
Dingchou Chou, still observing from one side of the armory, was covered in sweat.
The holy blood within her was restless, yet she gripped the spear in her hand and the crossbow in her bosom, unable to find even the slightest opportunity to launch a sneak attack.
That guy is so fast!
The sudden explosion of dust and crystal fireworks forced her to cover her face and head. When she looked up again, a blood-covered figure rushed out of the smoke.
The evil monk has arrived!
She quickly drew her sword to defend herself, but the blade that lunged at her deflected the hilt, broke one of her arm bones, and caused her to lose her balance and fall to the ground!
As she leaned and lost her balance, the demonic monk stomped on her chest and abdomen twice, using the force to leap out of the encirclement. As she quickly got up, she saw the terrifying monk dissecting her sister!
Sister Dingmao seemed to have suffered a severe injury! The demonic monk ripped open her abdomen with a single stroke, tearing open her iron armor in a horrifying wound! Sister Dingmao was only concerned with stuffing the worm nest back into her intestines, and her face grew paler and paler!
The four or five retainers who were providing support were terrified. Seeing that Dingjia Wushen, was no match for this demonic monk, they gripped their weapons, protected their vitals, and retreated defensively while fighting!
At that very moment, six consecutive arrows shot out from the armory, striking Ding Mao squarely in Dingmao face, clanging and clattering through the eye sockets of his helmet!
When enemies came looking for the gunsmith, the gunsmith immediately dropped his bow!
Dingchou rushed forward to hug his elder sister, but before he could even cry, half of her corpse fell out of the armory door and window, and her lower body flew out from the main gate, hitting her and making her roll back to the drill ground. She gritted her teeth and wanted to fight back, so she took out a crossbow and aimed it with hatred!
The gunsmith, with a blood-soaked freak in his arms, needed to recuperate and recover his strength. He slowly walked out of the armory and reached the door.
The hostage in his arms could no longer speak, only cry—his vocal cords had been ripped apart by Berloberg and sealed shut by the intense heat.
Dingchou hesitated for a moment, and then he could no longer seize this opportunity when he was exhausted.
He only rested for five seconds, a mere five seconds— Xue Ming felt his arms regain some strength. In front of the remaining thirty or so people outside the door, he stabbed the monster in his arms to death.
Witnessing the entire process, the monthly duty officer only felt a warm sensation in his crotch.
He urinated on the spot, his mind severely shaken and unable to accept the fact.
There was an immortal who slaughtered the celestial soldiers and generals in the Prefect's Mansion, fighting against a hundred enemies single-handedly.
The training ground was littered with severed limbs and blood, and the most intact things were heads that had been chopped off.
The gunsmith sprang into action again, running and choosing his position. In his rapid movements, he tore apart the group in the northwest doorway—intending to repeat the same method against the thirty-odd men in the southwest.
This tactic is common in urban warfare. Whether it's ranged combat or hand-to-hand combat, well-coordinated teams are the most difficult to defeat. It's essential to find a way to separate them, or at least prevent them from being attacked from all sides.
As long as they can run, Fragrant Dream can protect the Gunsmith's rear. After breaking through, there's another side left to the courtyard wall, leaving about 135 degrees of attack front. Each time the Gunsmith attacks, he only needs to face one or two enemies—no matter how many people there are, they can't attack their teammates. Even if they have guns and bows, their vision will be blocked by their own people.
Even with crossbow bolts and spears, Dingchou couldn't fire them, not only because the gunsmith was too fast, but also because her relatives and friends, constantly being injured and losing their balance, occupied Dingchou field of vision.
This is the ultimate tactic of urban warfare: treating the enemy as your own weapon.
In the latter half of the war, the situation suddenly became clear--
--The time has come for Fragrant Dream not to have to take care of Xue Ming or be on the defensive; it can unleash its full power.
Dingchou Choumei and Jiachen Chenge, who was twenty feet away, simultaneously sensed a deadly killing intent.
The demonic monk stopped running when he reached the northwest corner of the courtyard wall. Wailing cries echoed throughout the training ground, followed by the clear sound of a sword ringing out!
The external avatar supporting the silver dragon and green sword of Jiashen was like a streak of white light, and a thunderclap rose from the ground!
The moment the sound barrier was broken, the Fragrant Dream Slash sliced through the Bloodstained Monster's head with such ease! It vanished the instant it had decapitated! Like a humanoid bullet!
Jiachen was unaware of what had happened; he only knew that Dingchou Mei seemed unable to move anymore.
Until the second attack of soul power, Fragrant Dream set off again, rushing out of Xue Ming's body, with a whooshing sound of airflow bursting out from within the armor!
Before Jiashen's guardian sword even hit the ground, it was snatched back into the hands of this steel tiger, and after beheading Jiachen, it immediately flew away!
All six Ding and six Jia martial gods were frozen in place, their heads not even having time to fall off. It was only under the violent storms stirred up by their spirits from time to time that their heads were separated from their bodies.
The gunsmith sped toward the southwest gate, his Fragrant Dream spirit appearing and disappearing as if it had left his body. He chipped and broke the blade of Jiashen's precious sword, and immediately switched to other weapons—he could use grappling hooks, meteor bolts, ropes, and iron hooks to kill, and he was proficient in all eighteen weapons.
He strode over the courtyard wall and charged out, leaving a trail of blood and carnage wherever the gunsmith went.
The archer crouching on the courtyard wall seized his opportunity and drew his bow! The arrow flew out, stirring up the chaotic air currents of the Fragrant Dream. Before the archer could dodge, his skull was smashed open by a flying thigh bone! A cloud of blood mist erupted from the skull!
The Moon Duty Officer had already slipped away, and from a hundred meters away, he could see afterimages left behind on the training ground. The demonic monk was killing faster and faster, more and more skillfully, and had actually wiped them all out?!
"Are they all dead? Are they all dead?"
As the official turned to look back, he leaped over the wall and ran towards the outside of the mansion. He accidentally crashed into the stone lion at the gate, breaking his head and bleeding profusely.
"Kunwu Sect Leader! My life is over!"
He quickly got up, fearing that the King of Hell would catch up with him. He touched his head, thinking he was already dead, but after taking a few breaths of fresh air, he regained consciousness.
If we don't shout that sentence...
On 9527, he kicked open the mansion gate.
--The other tigress, another avatar, had just captured the fleeing Government Soldiers. Just then, Zhao Jianxiong finished beheading people and left an empty spot to behead livestock.
"Don't rush! There's one more!"