pappabearbooks Chapter 87 Gunfire Breaks the Stalemate
Chapter 87 Gunfire Breaks the Stalemate
Chang Yuan said to the dumbfounded Gao Su, "See? No matter how harsh the environment of the secret realm is, it's not as treacherous as the human heart."
"Prepare for battle."
Gao Su pointed at the densely packed group of cult members and asked, "Are we going to fight them too?"
"These aren't ordinary cult members; they're all cultivators practicing evil arts, and at least half of them are extraordinary beings!"
Chang Yuan sneered, "So what?"
He raised the Golden Sun revolver: "I have the confidence that comes from my thighs!"
At the same time, he reached into his robes, actually taking out a long chain of bullets from the gourd space, consisting of six connected loader cartridges.
"We still have enough bullets, and enough distance..."
"A mere four hundred-odd cult members—in my eyes, they are nothing but lambs to the slaughter!"
Gao Su looked him over carefully, then finally swallowed hard: "Captain, I... I'll play support for you!"
He was a well-trained and experienced member of the Imperial Guard, with a clear understanding of the current situation.
The Embroidered Uniform Guard was caught in a deadly trap, attacked from both sides:
More than a hundred Imperial Guards surrounded the three major cult leaders, but were unable to capture them for a long time.
They were then surrounded by more than 400 cult practitioners, and the three cult protectors achieved a breakthrough strategy.
At the entrance to the secret realm, more than 300 meters away, two lone Imperial Guards were insignificant.
However, with his unerring marksmanship, magically enhanced gun, and ample ammunition, Chang Yuan was qualified to be a killer move from the outside.
Initially, the cultists did not take the two Imperial Guards seriously.
Their attention was focused on the hundred Jinyiwei superhumans in front of them, and they were determined to eliminate them.
Even if gunshots rang out 300 meters away, the cultists didn't care at all.
Until the bullets accurately struck the back of the cultist's head, his temple, and the forehead of the person looking back, exploding into brain fragments.
It wasn't until the twelve accomplices fell to the ground, and the peculiar, metallic smell of brain matter mixed with blood filled the air, that the cult members were truly terrified.
Looking at the corpse on the ground, they discerned the precise wounds that resembled those of a gunshot, and only then did they realize that the Imperial Guard three hundred meters away was such a deadly figure.
The cult members came from more than a dozen cults, and there were many conflicts between them, with no unified command.
Faced with the murderous intent emanating from afar, they exchanged glances, none of them willing to risk killing two Imperial Guards.
The cult members were unwilling to take risks, but they dared not ignore Chang Yuan.
While continuing their siege of the Imperial Guards, they sought cover as much as possible or continued to move erratically to avoid being shot from a distance.
But all of this was in vain.
The "precise" lock-on allowed Chang Yuan to skip the calculation steps of various factors, and he didn't even need to consider the bullet's flight time. He only needed to aim and fire to hit the target.
Whether the target moves or not has no effect on the outcome of being hit.
To Chang Yuan, the cult monks jumping around were no different from a fixed target at 300 meters.
He happily fired at the target, blowing off one head after another.
Moreover, his target selection was completely random. The previous target was someone on the outermost edge of the crowd, the next was someone fighting to the death with the Imperial Guards, and the next was someone slacking off in the crowd.
The random shootings were like being called out by the King of Hell, putting immense psychological pressure on the cult members.
The cultists could no longer concentrate on the battle. Not only were they unable to suppress the Imperial Guards, but the Imperial Guards even took the opportunity to launch several small counterattacks.
The situation, characterized by being surrounded by four times the number of troops and the battle spreading out from the center, showed signs of collapse after Chang Yuan fired 24 bullets.
The Grand Protector of the Heavenly Principle Sect was furious. He shouted through the Imperial Guards, "Don't you feel aggrieved to be treated like a duck?"
Where are the followers of the Heavenly Principle Sect?
More than ninety cult members responded in unison, "Present!"
The Great Protector pointed at Chang Yuan and said, "Take down that sharpshooter!"
"yes!"
The Tianli Sect cultivators were ordered to abandon the main battlefield and turn around to rush towards the entrance 300 meters away.
In addition, two cultivators from the Crimson Sun Sect, one cultivator from the Laozi Sect, and three cultivators from the Mahayana Sect also joined the Heavenly Principle Sect in launching the attack.
These monks each possess unique skills, which are extremely helpful for long-distance charges.
For example, the monks of the Red Sun Sect, as soon as they turned around, started running while dancing and gesturing wildly, performing dances to pray and please the gods.
The dance of prayer helped them focus their spirits, creating a huge fireball above their heads, which they aimed at Chang Yuan, who was about three hundred meters away.
The cultivators of the Crimson Sun Sect are like artillerymen in an evil cult, specializing in long-range attacks with immense power!
Chang Yuan saw the fireball, and without a ripple of emotion, he raised his gun and aimed.
boom!boom!
Puff—Puff—
The blooming of the two brain flowers ended the lives of the Crimson Sun cultivators. The fireballs they were brewing fell, turning themselves into blazing torches.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
The cultists were alarmed. They cursed and sped up, spreading out even further.
The cultivators of Lao Jun Sect finished their preparations and opened their mouths to spew out a swirling cloud of black evil energy.
The cloud covered an area of several meters, blocking the cultists' path and advancing like a barrier, continuously obscuring Chang Yuan's view.
Chang Yuan confirmed that the lock on the entry "precise" was not affected, so he ignored the Taoist-looking cultivator.
The three Mahayana monks dispersed and simultaneously chanted heretical Sanskrit scriptures, transforming them into invisible sonic attacks.
The chanting, though over 300 meters away, penetrated Chang Yuan's eardrums and reached deep into his consciousness, making him dizzy and even slowing down his gun-firing movements.
Chang Yuan sensed the power of the Sanskrit chant and immediately prioritized the three of them.
He flung out the magazine of the Golden Sun Revolver, loaded it with three Yang Flame bullets, and immediately fired three shots, accurately hitting the Mahayana cultivator in the chest.
The scorching bullets pierced their protective shields, creating head-sized penetrating wounds in their chests, completely robbing them of their life force.
Now, the cultists who continue to charge forward are all from the Heavenly Principle Sect.
Chang Yuan looked at them, and wherever his gaze fell, the cultists were all terrified. No one dared to meet his eyes; they simply kept their heads down and charged forward.
Chang Yuan grinned maliciously, "There are still 96 people left. Each person gets one bullet, and I need to reload 16 times. The distance is 260 meters. Who will be faster?"
Gao Su said, "I'll bet a silver dollar that you'll be faster, Captain!"
Chang Yuan laughed: "Then there's no betting left. I also think I'm faster!"
As he spoke, he changed to brand new bullets, closed the magazine, and aimed at the charging Tianli Sect monks.
boom!boom!boom! ...
The turn and charge of the Tianli Sect cultivators greatly relieved the pressure on the Jinyiwei, allowing the surrounded Jinyiwei superhumans to catch their breath.
But no one expected that Chang Yuan, facing the charge of more than a hundred extraordinary cultivators, would not choose guerrilla warfare, but instead stand firmly with his gun, the muzzle of which continuously bursts with sparks, suppressing more than a hundred evil cult cultivators with his own strength.
Each roar of Jin Yang's revolver accompanied the fall of a cultist.
Chang Yuan's calculations were wrong.
Some cultivators possess extraordinary defensive abilities, while others have exceptional self-healing abilities; defeating them requires more than one bullet.
Some cultivators possess extraordinary abilities, such as precise throwing. The throwing knives, hand axes, and iron daggers they throw are both accurate and ruthless, requiring them to be intercepted by gunfire to avoid being killed in return.
The gunfire rang out 127 times in succession.
All the monks of the Heavenly Principle Sect died.