pappabearbooks Chapter 37 Blood Spirit Servant
Chapter 37 Blood Spirit Servant
Just as the artillery was in danger, Chang Yuan gave the order: "Fire!"
The three members of the elite squad fired simultaneously, and the bullets from their three revolvers instantly rained down, covering the yellow phantom that had accelerated to its limit and was no longer able to turn.
Blood splattered immediately, and screams of agony filled the air.
However, the firepower of three revolvers was still insufficient, and one of the evil creatures managed to dodge the bullets and continued its charge toward the artillery.
Just then, a gun flashed, and the gleaming gun tip pinned the evil spirit to the ground, causing it to squeak and scream in pain.
The shattered corpse of the evil spirit was unrecognizable, but the nailed evil spirit was clearly visible.
Qiu Yixin sneered, "I knew I hadn't misheard. It's a weasel transformed into an evil spirit."
Chang Yuan gave him a thumbs up: "Old Qiu, your ears are truly amazing!"
He then praised Han Ye, who was stabbing the evil spirit with the butt of his gun with one hand, saying, "Beautiful marksmanship!"
Before the two could respond, Chang Yuan continued, "What's next?"
Qiu Yixin said, "Captain, the next one is a dark blue-black iron-skinned evil spirit!"
Chang Yuan turned to the artillery captain: "When will we be ready?"
The artillery captain, sweating profusely, exclaimed, "Not so fast!"
Chang Yuan said, "No rush, take your time. Our Imperial Guards can handle it."
Roar--!
Accompanied by an inhuman, threatening roar, the dark blue-black iron-skinned evil spirit burst out of the tunnel, first knocking away the mangled corpses of two other evil spirits, then ignoring the four superhumans of the Imperial Guard squad, and charged directly at the artillery unit that was preparing for battle.
The roar of the evil spirit seemed to be a signal; the original gun emplacement suddenly collapsed, and another bluish-black iron-skinned evil spirit emerged, its head covered in dust.
It closed its eyes and frantically swung its claws, seemingly unaware that the cannon had been moved.
Chang Yuan glanced at it and ordered, "Everyone attack this blindfolded monster! I'll handle this part of the tunnel!"
"yes!"
The three guards turned and left, no one worried that their captain couldn't handle it alone.
Chang Yuan calmly fired his gun, and the first shot accurately struck the eye socket of the dark blue iron-skinned evil spirit.
The bullet shattered the eyeball, traveled along the optic nerve, passed through the gaps in the skull, and bounced back and forth in the brain with ample kinetic energy.
A dozen days ago, the dark blue iron-skinned evil spirit was a monster that Chang Yuan had to shoot five times in a row, each shot hitting its brow, forcibly piercing its skull before he could barely kill it.
Today, he only needs one shot to take one down.
It wasn't that the revolver in his hand had become more powerful, but rather the result of his martial arts training over the past ten days.
Chang Yuan's physique has been greatly enhanced, and his wrist strength has increased explosively.
Previously, when the gun was fired, the barrel lifted slightly before the bullet left the chamber, which slightly but significantly affected the accuracy.
Chang Yuan can hit the same spot accurately, but he cannot guarantee that the bullet will pass through a narrow pipe.
Now he can keep the gun barrel perfectly still when firing, ensuring the bullet doesn't deviate at all, and also make the bullet shoot in an arc trajectory, bypassing obstacles along the way.
We will no longer find ourselves in the predicament of filling the enemy's eye sockets with bullets, thus increasing the enemy's defenses.
The collapse of the dark blue iron demon stunned everyone, especially the cultists hiding underground.
The cultists even mistakenly believed that there was a second artillery piece on the ground, lying in ambush near the exit, waiting for them to come and die.
But the Blood Spirit High Priest was a ruthless man, and he roared, "Charge! Charge forward!"
"Once the arrow is released, there's no turning back; hiding in the tunnel only leads to being buried alive!"
"The last Ironclad Spirit will go first, then I'll go second, and you all follow me!"
The high priest drew his obsidian dagger, slashed his own cheek, and smeared the blood on a little girl beside him with his left hand.
He muttered incantations, offering prayers to the Blood Spirit, then loudly commanded, "Once I charge in, anyone who hesitates even for a moment, devour them!"
The little girl's skin was deathly pale and her hair was gray. Her deeply forked tongue licked the sacrificial blood on her body, and she suddenly grinned.
In front of a group of cultists, the little girl's cheeks were torn apart, her teeth became sharp and long, and even more teeth grew in.
Her body was swelling, and five-colored scales grew on her skin. Her legs withered and disappeared, replaced by an ever-growing tail.
Moments later, the little girl turned into a monster.
It has a human body and snake tail that are thirty feet long. The head of the giant python is inlaid with a pair of blood-red vertical pupils. Its upper body is thick and powerful, and its two large lamps are comparable to winter melons, but they are ferocious and terrifying and have no beauty at all.
The monster opened its mouth, dripping purplish-glowing venom from its teeth. The feathers on its back were the color of blood, emitting a nauseating stench when it flapped.
Upon smelling it, the cult members present all revealed a look of intoxication and enjoyment, their eyes quickly becoming bloodshot and their emotions reaching a peak of excitement.
This is a half-dead creature created by the Blood Spirit Cult over three years using the feathered serpent skeleton from an ancient altar deep in the South American rainforest, combined with the corpse-raising techniques of the southwest region, and the essence and blood of thousands of living people. It is the Blood Spirit's beloved "altar guardian beast".
Blood Feathered Servant is the name of this monster.
When it revealed its terrifying appearance, it did not instill fear in the cultists. Instead, it controlled these bloodthirsty madmen with the scent it emitted.
They extinguished their fear of death, twisted their sense of pain into ecstatic pleasure, and finally ignited the fighting spirit of all the cult members.
Only the High Priest was unaffected by the divine servants, but he was the most devout to the Blood Spirit. Seeing his subordinates' frenzied behavior, he felt no fear, but instead burst into wild laughter.
"Well done, as expected of the Blood Spirit's servant, you are indeed able to exercise the authority of the gods."
"For the Blood Spirit, for the Divine Servant, fight our way out!"
"Awooo—! Charge out!"
The cultists howled wildly and swarmed out of the tunnel following the dark blue iron-clad evil spirit.
The high priest kept his word and was indeed the second one to rush out.
He thus witnessed firsthand how the enormous, iron-skinned, and impervious evil spirit was killed instantly by Chang Yuan's single shot through its eye socket.
The high priest could hardly believe his eyes.
But he immediately felt the burning sensation of being pierced through the center of his forehead by murderous intent, and subconsciously cast the evil spell [Blood Mist], the thick, bloody mist immediately obscuring the surrounding area within a hundred meters.
When facing a sharpshooter who can pierce the optic nerve with a single shot, obscuring your vision is the most sensible response.
But Chang Yuan is no ordinary sharpshooter; he's a cheat code user.
Not to mention the bloody fog, even two walls couldn't affect the precise targeting of the entry.
Chang Yuan remained completely unaffected and fired his gun, accurately blowing the high priest's head off.
But to his surprise, he found that the lock-on sensation hadn't disappeared, and the enemy hadn't died instantly from the headshot.
Oh, I remember now.
The leader of the Blood Spirit Cult knows a substitution technique, something like the Human Skin Substitution Technique.
The last Blood Spirit Cult leader was killed by the second shot.
The white-bearded old man who emerged from the tunnel was imposing and powerful, clearly of higher status and stronger than the previous leader.
Perhaps the substitution tactic was used more than once.
But Chang Yuan still felt it didn't matter; he still had four bullets left in his revolver's magazine, enough to kill the enemy four times.
If that's not enough, he has 24 spare rounds on his waist and a full 300 rounds in his gourd.
He couldn't possibly have prepared 300 substitute death techniques, could he?