A Killing Spree
Green did not lose his temper. He merely regarded the man coolly, then raised his hand. The tip of his Magic Staff lit up, unfurling a rapidly spinning Spell Circle, and he cast Soul Summoning in quick succession. Summoning light flashed around him again and again. In barely twenty seconds, fully armed Gun Skeleton Soldiers and bloodthirsty, snarling Ghouls packed the space around him so densely it made the scalp crawl.
"Attack!"
Green swept his Magic Staff downward. The red-haired, bearded man was the first to suffer. The sudden appearance of the Undead Troops sobered him halfway at once. He instinctively reached for the Short Sword and Enchanted Pistol at his waist, only to realize he had left both lifesavers on a sofa several meters away. He froze for an instant, and in that instant, a glint of cold steel swelled rapidly in his pupils.
A moment later, with a wet schlk, a rusty but razor-sharp rifle bayonet ripped open the red-haired man's chest.
Blood gushed out, drenching the Skeleton Soldier right in front of him from head to toe.
The Skeleton Soldier paid it no mind. It let scarlet blood stream down its stark white bones and thrust its bayonet-tipped Enchanted Rifle at the next enemy.
In an instant, twenty-seven Skeleton Soldiers and five Ghouls scattered through the hall like flowers flung by a celestial maiden, wreaking havoc wherever they went. Only Maxim the Evil Spirit and the Hard-Skin Ghoul remained beside Green as bodyguards.
After the initial chaos, the Transcendents of the Tower of Yin Spirits began to react, putting up fierce resistance. Four bare-chested men wielding battle-axes were especially formidable. Their corded muscles rippling, they easily hacked down one Skeleton Soldier and drove back two more. The four gathered into a squad and fought their way toward Green.
Unfortunately for them, apart from those Icefield Barbarians, who seemed to train for battle even while eating and shitting, the others from the Tower of Yin Spirits barely managed to mount a proper counterattack. In less than two minutes, half their number had fallen. As for the four bare-chested Barbarians, after working together to hack down two Skeleton Soldiers, they were still three or four meters from Green. Their target was almost within reach. But what greeted them was Green's Enchanted Pistol, its muzzle gleaming faintly, and the even faster, fiercer Hard-Skin Ghoul.
At that point, there was no doubt how the four Barbarians would end up...
Bang, bang, bang, bang~~~
Green emptied his pistol in one burst and frowned. He had not fired a gun in ages, and his shooting had gone cold. Of seven shots, only two had struck where he aimed.
Of course, by "struck," Green meant hit the spots he had aimed for. All seven bullets hit enemies, but only two actually struck the Barbarians' heads or hearts as intended. The rest hit arms or legs, or caught unlucky bystanders.
Still, the power of the Enchanted Pistol was no joke. With his Magic Power amplified by the gun, Green could have blasted an elephant dead. The reddish protective Fighting Aura that appeared around the Barbarians could not stop the terrifying momentum of those Magic Power-enhanced bullets.
The next instant, with a bang, flesh and blood erupted beneath the lead Barbarian's left ribs. The bullet punched straight through him, leaving a huge hole and shattering even his lumbar spine.
The immensely strong Barbarian let out a howl of pain unlike any he had ever made in his life.
Meanwhile, Green's Skeleton Soldiers and Ghouls swept through the hall like a whirlwind, destroying every life in their path—not just the Transcendents, but the women as well. Magic and drugs had damaged those women's brains until they were little more than living corpses. Even a High Priest of Holy Light, however skilled in healing, could not have restored their injured brain tissue. Perhaps a painless death was the best end left to them.
Green stood where he was and unhurriedly reloaded his pistol. With a click, he snapped the cylinder back into place. He spotted a naked old man looking for a chance to escape, and fire spat from the muzzle again. Bang! The shot hit, but at the instant it struck, a gold-rimmed Tower Shield materialized in front of the scrawny old man, who was all skin and bones, and took the bullet for him.
The gold-rimmed Tower Shield shattered. With a clink, a silver coin with the Bullet embedded in it fell to the floor. The shield engraved on the coin had broken, and cracks covered the entire coin as though it might fall apart at any moment.
Green gave a surprised murmur. He knew he had encountered another fine defensive Magic Artifact. The fact that it could stop a bullet from an Enchanted Pistol proved how powerful the silver coin was.
Unfortunately, it was ruined. He could only recover its Psychic Energy, not take it for his own use.
Green regretted the loss, but that did not slow his trigger finger. As soon as the first shot was blocked, he fired a second. He wanted to see how much this old man, still a Junior Apprentice at his age, had left to squander.
Unfortunately, the fleeing old man had no more surprises for him. The second shot finished him off cleanly. He did not even manage a scream.
At the same time, Maxim, who had been hovering near Green, suddenly moved. He became a streak of white air, shooting toward Green's left like a meteor.
Behind a sofa there, two Apprentice Knights had drawn their Enchanted Pistols and were about to aim at Green. The white streak rushed toward them. Before either could fire, it reached them. It felt like a gust of wind blowing into their faces, but the white light passed straight through the first knight's body.
The Apprentice Knight's eyes widened. The white figure was reflected in his pupils, along with utter disbelief. Then his body went limp. He had no wounds, but he was already dead.
Two seconds later, the other gun-wielding Apprentice Knight met the same fate. Maxim the Evil Spirit entered his body and destroyed his soul.
Half a minute later, Green surveyed the hall. Apart from Green himself, only the Undead Troops under his command remained standing. The people of the Tower of Yin Spirits had been wiped out. Not a single one clung to life.
Without hesitation, Green began clearing the battlefield. He ordered the Skeleton Soldiers to carry every Transcendent's corpse and weapon to him. All he had to do was reach out and touch them to convert them into Psychic Energy for the Graveyard. It felt rather like opening treasure chests in a game: each corpse and item yielded a different amount. Together, they had already produced more than a thousand Psychic Energy. Added to what he had saved earlier, the Graveyard's reserves approached two thousand for the first time.