Chapter 133: The Long Night III

The moment the order was given, the villa, which had been silent in the darkness, suddenly welcomed light once again.

As if stars were bursting.

Amidst the roaring, flashes of light shot out from the darkness, dust vibrated and soared, and a rain of metal poured down.

Suddenly, the first floor, second floor, third floor, basement, left wing, right wing... and even the deep grass, dormant firearms suddenly rose from their bases and opened fire on all living things.

Crossfire swept through.

In the week he had stayed in the villa, Ji Jue hadn't wasted a single day, having practically renovated the entire villa piece by piece.

After installing fire control consoles behind the dismantled walls, he re-applied plasterboard, scraped putty, and painted the walls; under his "Natural Hand," it was almost perfectly integrated with the original decoration.

Plumbing and electrical modifications, bricklaying, masonry...

He knew a little bit of everything.

Now, the moment the camouflage was torn away, this ferocity was revealed before the intruders.

Steel-core bullets broke through the barriers of wood and walls, instantly drawing ferocious bloodstains in the hall or corridors; severed limbs and remains flew, cotton batting and wood chips soared, and after walls and ceilings were torn apart, lines of fire crisscrossed like whips, sweeping and clearing, and wherever they passed, they severed every flesh-and-blood body at the waist.

Old Tang, who was under siege, was sprayed in the face with blood just by turning around, yet the firepower that should have turned him into meat paste began to precisely outline him once it reached him, sweeping past without touching even half a hair, leaving him stunned for a moment.

Such large-scale precise control—are you really Ember or Tian Tian Yuan?

A roar erupted from the hall.

Countless bullets ricocheted, nailing into the walls and ceiling.

Under the terrifying firepower of the heavy machine gun, a burly figure actually raised his arm to protect his face, charging forward against the fire, and then kicked the crazily rotating gun barrel until it bent.

The violent Chosen One, still not satisfied, pulled the machine gun directly from its base, twisted it into a ball, and smashed it to pieces.

But when he turned back, he saw his subordinates behind him suffering heavy casualties and wailing incessantly.

They were being headshot one by one by sniper rifles through the walls.

"Old man, stop watching the show—" the Vortex-type Chosen One, shrouded in bone armor, turned back and roared: "Put in some effort!!!"

"Don't be noisy."

A cold voice came from the courtyard.

Jin Wujiu's eyes flashed with fierce light, his whole body faintly flickering with electric light, and he did not rush into the intricate villa with the main force.

The most terrifying thing about an Entropy-type Chosen One is their own destructive power, and the weakest point, without a doubt, is defense.

Even if he had already stepped into the Rebirth Rank, his defense was still incomparable to the Vortex and Desolate Ruins of the Metamorphosis stage; one could even say the difference from an ordinary person was negligible. Unless he could completely complete the Rebirth Rank in this lifetime, transforming his mortal body, and ascending into energy that could gather and disperse without form, otherwise, his weak defense would always be his fatal flaw.

Precisely because of this, he never easily set foot in dangerous places, his whole body hung with alchemical equipment used to resist various attacks. At this moment, when the long-prepared static cage had completely covered the entire hilltop, ensuring that no one could escape, he raised his hand again. Amidst the infinite flickering of electric light, a dazzling blue light suddenly swept across in all directions, submerging the entire villa.

All the lights flashed for an instant, the sound of shattering was endless, and they were all overloaded. The backup generators all burst, the wires melted, charred, and the server emitted thick smoke amidst a loud noise.

After the motherboard overloaded, all mechanical equipment quickly disappeared from Ji Jue's perception.

In just the blink of an eye, all modern equipment was completely scrapped in this sudden electromagnetic pulse.

"Still hiding a Tian Tian Yuan who can control machinery?"

Jin Wujiu sneered: "Hiding such defenses in the dark, that guy Chen Xingzhou really has a ghost!

Centaur, speed it up, stop being so sluggish and hiding your head. Mr. Lei doesn't keep trash; if you want a raise, it depends on your performance."

"Damn it, you're the only one who can nag, you go if you're so capable!"

The Vortex-type Chosen One called Centaur roared impatiently, but his body once again, expanded!

In an instant, he transformed into a giant over three meters tall; under his torn clothes were muscles covered in bulging veins, and even strange bone armor growing from his limbs, as well as strange devices that looked like exhaust pipes.

Amidst the roar, nearly boiling, scorching blood-qi gushed out from the bone exhaust pipes.

Between his original ten fingers, sharp giant claws with the color of steel grew, scorching red, and the bone armor shrouding his face gradually changed and lengthened in the heat; behind the cracks, viscous blood-color swirled, just like a bone-like weeping horse head, and four eyes covered with heavy irises opened from the cracks in the bone, looking in different directions.

"Heh, let's start with you..."

In a slight sniff, the smell of blood, sweat, stench, and incense in the humid air was keenly distinguished, and instantly, he locked onto Jin Mao at the end of the corridor.

He grinned, sneering.

Amidst the earth-shaking roar, the floor cracked, and gravel flew.

"Save save save save save—"

In the fishy wind that hit his face, Jin Mao had already screamed, turned around, and ran with all his might, using both hands and feet, not forgetting to turn back and empty the submachine gun in his hand.

One can only say, worthy of being a Bai Lu; this balance, reaction, and even running speed were truly enviable to Ji Jue.

But Jin Mao was already about to cry.

Heaven and earth are my witness, he just went to take a shit...

How come before he even wiped his ass, he suddenly felt like he had entered the wrong movie set?

Boom!

The scorching iron claws swept across his back, nearly tearing him in two, leaving four shocking cracks on the wall. Thus, Jin Mao's crying sound became even louder.

Because he felt a chill in his butt.

The pants he had just put on were about to fall off again.

He ran wildly in a panic, using all his strength to try to dodge the monster pursuing him from behind, and immediately after, he heard the voice coming from the end of the corridor.

From Ji Jue.

Full of praise.

"Well done, Jin Mao!"

Huh? Eh? Hmm?

For a moment, Jin Mao was dazed: Me? What did I do?

Wait, this pendant sign on the wall, it seems to be saying that this place... is a minefield ahhhhh!!!!!

"Help me!!!!!"

Jin Mao's crying became even more shrill and high-pitched; his speed, which had already reached its limit, actually surged again. In the time that seemed to have been slowed down, he could almost see the floor gradually deforming and expanding, and terrifying high temperatures and violent shockwaves suddenly rose from behind him, countless steel balls scattering, expanding, and completely swallowing the monster that had been pursuing him relentlessly.

But landmines and explosions couldn't kill him.

At most, it just made a crack appear on the bone armor on the Centaur's body, making him even more violent, blood-qi spraying from the exhaust pipes.

But at that moment, he finally arrived within twenty meters of Ji Jue.

It was exactly the interference limit of the Mechanical God after advancing to the Second Stage.

Ji Jue clenched his five fingers.

And then, the phlogiston explosives buried inside the walls suddenly erupted with fierce light.

The entire villa shook violently amidst the roaring, the walls cracked, and shockwaves swept through, directly flipping and blowing away the crying Jin Mao who was in mid-air, passing over Ji Jue's head, and slamming him into the wall.

Just the aftermath was enough to almost kill him. If it weren't for the protection of the alchemical equipment in the shape of a big gold chain, he would have gone straight to the ICU this time.

And the sprinting Centaur had already been smashed into the load-bearing wall full of cracks by the shockwave and high temperature of the explosion, falling into dizziness, the outer layer of his skeleton burned to charcoal, and viscous blood fell from the cracks.

Even one of the four eyes on his face was shattered.

"Little... bastard... damn it..."

The Centaur roared, his scarlet pupils locked onto Ji Jue, blood-qi spraying violently; the power derived from the blessings 【Perseverance】 and 【Winter Storage】 prevented him from being suddenly severely injured, and at the same time, made his anger even more violent, causing this regeneration speed and power to double again.

And before that, what he heard first was a faint muffled sound.

As if an engine was starting, gradually becoming high-pitched.

As if, it was close at hand.

Only... separated by a wall?!

At that moment, accompanied by the contraction of the Centaur's pupils, the behemoth on the other side of the wall roared, and spiritual quality flashes appeared on the violent chainsaw, breaking through the wall.

Amidst the roaring sound, the Centaur fell from the wall, ridden by the steel monster that had broken through the wall, and three violent giant chainsaws swung down.

Tearing through the carapace, shredding flesh and bone, blood like a tide sprayed onto the ceiling, splashing!

Shrouded in heavy armor purified by fluid alchemy, the once beast-like body had gradually revealed human hands and feet, and the long tail was as sharp as a knife.

And on the three arms, the alchemical chainsaw welded on by Ji Jue roared, and with continuous slashing, left deep cracks on the Centaur.

Dragon blood was scorching, the engine was spinning crazily, and the hot engine oil evaporated, turning into rolling thick smoke that sprayed out from under the steel armor.

—Heavy-duty Ox-Horse, attacking!

Boom!!!

Amidst the Centaur's screams, his regenerated arms and claws grabbed the chainsaw, rubbing crazily against the chain processed by Ji Jue, the sharp sound endless, actually snapping one of the chainsaws.

"Get lost, for me!"

★

The Centaur roared, his wounds quickly constricting, his skeleton regenerating, and on his raised arm, the exhaust pipe sprayed blood-qi, just like engine supercharging, a violent punch, earth-shaking, leaving a distinct fist print on the armor of the little Ox-Horse's face.

The little Ox-Horse, which was already two tons heavy after full armor coverage, was hit by this punch and staggered backward, but immediately after, under Ji Jue's control, it swung its limbs, the chainsaw connection device fell off, and with a backhand, it pulled a single-sided giant axe from the huge box on its back.

The axe, cut directly from the lathe by Ji Jue, didn't even have the process of sharpening and quenching; it was just crudely enhanced using alchemy, and couldn't even be called a weapon, at most just an iron sheet that was heavy and sturdy enough.

But combined with the little Ox-Horse's output and its own mass, it was enough to crush everything in its way.

Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!

After the journey to the Rift Realm ended, this was the first time it had broken away from the three-wheeled disguise and revealed its original appearance. After successive modifications by the Furnace and the Prophet, the purified dragon blood greedily absorbed spiritual quality, running violently.

Compared to its once beast-like appearance, it had grown two legs with recurved joints, and the three sturdy limbs on its upper body were its arms.

It supported the composite steel armor weighing over a ton without any burden, and at this moment, it was actually colliding head-on with the Vortex-type Chosen One of the Metamorphosis Rank.

It was as if one had accidentally stumbled into the set of a horror movie, encountering a battle between a steel monster and a flesh-and-blood monster, with no defense, just wielding steel or bone claws and teeth, attacking each other.

The battered corridor and the side wing of the villa were about to turn into ruins, countless steel shards and iron filings were constantly falling, and amidst the spreading flames, the Centaur roared, his entire body actually expanding again, and the activated muscles became tougher amidst regeneration.

Ignoring the slashing of the steel axe and chainsaw, he rammed forward, and the moment the little Ox-Horse lost its balance, he lifted it up and smashed it to the ground.

"Trash! Trash! Trash! Trash! Trash!!!"

The Centaur laughed wildly, swinging his fists, as if pile-driving, ravaging the armor.

The tragic wounds all over his body were constricting at a speed visible to the naked eye, bone armor regenerating, but then, his head couldn't help but tilt backward.

A large chunk dented!

His brain was almost beaten to a pulp...

But even if his brain was beaten to a pulp, for a Vortex-type Chosen One, regeneration was just a matter of an instant!

This vitality that transcended common sense was just that exaggerated. You have to know, Lawrence of the Rebirth Rank back in the day could still exchange a few moves with Sister Wen who had bound her own hands by relying on his hard life. At this moment, the regeneration speed of the horse-headed gorilla in front of him was almost catching up to half a Lawrence; wouldn't it be simple to handle a Ji Jue?

At this moment, sensing Ji Jue's attack from afar, the rapidly regenerating Centaur turned back, grinned, and was just about to rush over, but his ankle was gripped.

On the ground, under the shattered armor, a sharp mechanical claw reached out, gripping his ankle tightly, and then pulled back violently!

The little Ox-Horse's entire body sprang up from the ground, wrapping around the Centaur, and after the defense on its face fell off, its giant mouth opened, biting down violently, a greedy glutton, entangling him tightly.

Once again, they wrestled together.

Ji Jue threw away the empty magazine of armor-piercing bullets, his hands numb, but he didn't dare to use the mutation bullets.

This dog thing's vitality was truly too exaggerated; if it mutated, it might still be able to linger for ten or twenty minutes, and by then, Ji Jue, who would be left with nothing, would be honored to be on the list of shameful ways to die in the present world.

What's more, there was still an Entropy-type powerhouse lurking in the courtyard outside.

Just by sensing that violent spiritual quality fluctuation, Ji Jue was already sweating profusely.

Thunder rumbled, electric light constantly impacted the entire villa, but the opponent still hadn't truly made a move... what exactly was he waiting for?

And at this very moment, Jin Wujiu also fell into unprecedented hesitation.

Ignoring his subordinates' calls for help, he stared fixedly at the pitch-black villa in front of him.

It was as if he could feel something lurking in the dark, watching coldly, to the point that it made him feel a chill.

What kind of ghost was still hidden inside here?

But no matter what it was, he couldn't delay any longer...

After hesitating for a moment, he carefully took out a bell-like item from his bosom, and then carefully hung the bell tongue wrapped in silk.

The ancient bell hung from his fingertips; despite the strong wind blowing, it remained motionless.

Until Jin Wujiu's spiritual quality flowed in, swallowing it like a bottomless pit, a crisp bell sound came.

So distant, yet so close.

It was as if it rang in everyone's ears, echoing in the long night and darkness, bringing a chill.

Jin Wujiu's face also appeared pale; clearly, even at the Rebirth Rank, it was difficult to bear the massive load brought by this blessed creation.

And at that instant, a mournful wail rang out from the darkness around the villa and even inside the villa. One after another, blurry, semi-transparent figures appeared from the air.

The Soul-Calling Bell rang once.

All dead souls revived, and all residual spirits within ten miles gathered.

The second sound rang out, and all dead souls fell into a violent, hungry, bloodthirsty state, destroying all living things!

Jin Wujiu gritted his teeth, wanting to ring it a third time, but he could no longer bear the terrifying pressure, so he had to raise his hand toward the villa.

In an instant, countless residual spirits shrieked and flew over.

Spots of ghostly light gathered, like the tide of the underworld...

At the same time, Ji Jue suddenly sensed that the spiritual quality seal he had left in the basement had been triggered, as if someone was trying to open the mercury restraint from the inside, and he couldn't help but be dazed.

Damn, could it be a corpse-jumping haunting?

But immediately after, he heard Jin Mao's scream:

"Ghost ghost ghost ah!!!"

Ji Jue was so angry he just wanted to roll his eyes; at a time like this, stop stuttering, it's disgusting!

But at this moment, inside the villa, one after another, blurry outlines emerged; those residual souls and broken spirits didn't even have faces, but they were so ferocious.

It wasn't just the graveyard outside the villa; even in the corpses that had just died in the villa, emerald ghostly light gradually emerged. Under the urging and infusion of the blessed creation, the great power of the Virtues manifested, turning the dead into puppet-like residual spirits, attacking the living once again.

Such a wicked piece of equipment, whose grandmaster's handiwork was it?

But Ji Jue had no time to sigh, because those soul spirits that had just died under his hands were already shrieking and diving toward him, full of ferocity and bloodstains, already hungry and impatient.

And then, Ji Jue saw that the violent residual spirit that was rushing at the very front suddenly braked right in front of him, falling into a daze.

It was as if it had really seen a ghost.

The hollow pupils were illuminated by the light of nihilistic flames.

It was as if, having just swung a machete and kicked open the enemy's door, he was about to take revenge.

Yet in the hall behind the door, amidst the torment of infinite hellfire, countless faces of pain, malice, and even despair turned their heads in unison to look out at the door.

Mom...

Sorry, sorry to disturb you.

Damn it, goodbye!

The terrified residual spirit disturbed violently, wanting to fly backward instantly, but before it could run, it was grabbed by a palm covered in tattoos.

Actually, unable to break free?!

"Where the hell are you going?" Seeing the duck that was already in his mouth fly away, Ji Jue was furious, "Come back here!"

This is ready-made spiritual quality!

The spiritual quality operation of Non-Attack manifested, grabbing the pure spiritual quality residual soul; immediately after, it ascended and extracted, forcibly compressed, and directly rubbed into a spiritual quality particle the size of a pill between his hands. After filling it into the pistol, he pulled the trigger at the little Ox-Horse!

The spiritual quality particle entwined with rich resentment and ferocity flew out, sinking into the little Ox-Horse's body, and in a few seconds, it was digested by the more hungry and violent dragon blood, filling the consumption and deficit, and even the cracks on its arms healed again!

Ji Jue's eyes lit up.

There are still such supplies delivered to the door?

Thanks for the rocket, old buddy!

Unfortunately, the spiritual quality content of the residual souls was still not enough; even if Ji Jue grabbed and scratched crazily with both hands, not hesitating to release his own spiritual quality fluctuations to attract more residual souls to approach, it was still not enough.

Until a mangled corpse stumbled and walked, under the parasitism of a massive number of residual spirits, passed through the corridor.

And Ji Jue, looked at each other for an instant.

Then, saw Ji Jue's warm and enthusiastic smile.

"Since you're here, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

The Hand of Non-Attack reached out, mercilessly gripping the zombie's head, and then, violently inhaled—amidst the shrill screams and wails, massive spiritual quality gathered, actually condensing into a solid.

It was all poured into the little Ox-Horse's body by Ji Jue.

Under such abundant spiritual quality supply, the boiling dragon blood heated up again, the little Ox-Horse hissed happily, becoming more violent, and fire was about to spray from the cracks in its joints.

Entangling the Centaur tightly, shaking off attacks, it actually had a trend of growing again...

Unfortunately, even residual spirits knew how to bully the weak and fear the strong; after feeling the strange changes here, the vast majority actually started to go around him.

No matter how Ji Jue released his own spiritual quality, it was useless.

Seeing this, Ji Jue was anxious in his heart, almost wanting to beat his chest and stamp his feet—it's broken, can't fish anymore!

Surely he wouldn't have to force himself to find something to bait the nest, right?

Wait...

In that flash of inspiration, Ji Jue was stunned for a moment, and then, slowly turned his head back.

Looked beside him.

Toward Jin Mao who was lying on the ground wiping cold sweat.

Jin Mao was dazed, subconsciously smiling flatteringly.

Thus, Ji Jue also revealed a smile.

Soon, Jin Mao's screams resounded through the entire villa again... amidst crying and running, a long string of residual spirits chased relentlessly, strung into a long train.

Finally, it was twisted into a ball in Ji Jue's hands and stuffed into the little Ox-Horse's mouth.

It turned into an increasingly violent engine fire!

Amidst the Centaur's roar, Ji Jue didn't have any relaxation; on the contrary, his expression gradually became solemn.

Little An hadn't provided support for a long time.

It was as if he had disappeared into the distant darkness... ===== CHAPTER 134 =====