Chapter 30 The Ambush of the Soul Cult <TOC> Chapter 32 Hidden Breath
Translator: SumTLMan
Shen Luoyan opened the door with a kick and closed it.
The spear flew in and pierced the air, directly stabbing towards her forehead. The sharp spear could mash her face with just one more inch.
But that one inch seemed like a moat, and the tip of the spear could no longer advance any further.
The mechanical arm firmly grasped the tip of the spear and rubbed against the sharp edge, bursting with brilliant sparks. The entire spear was like a seven-inch snake that was caught and could no longer move.
“Beast of Darkness Meirweir, is this all you’re capable of?”
Shen Luoyan said in a very cold tone.
With the drive of energy, the mechanical arm increased its output and slowly bent the heavy spear. Meirweir had already used all his strength, his muscles swelling by a large circle, and his thick blue veins bursting out, but he still could not pull out the spear in his hand.
On one side was a delicate beauty, on the other side was a muscular bear of a man, the stark contrast gave a great shock.
“Smolte! When are you going to stop watching the show!”
Meirweir shouted, holding his breath.
The cultists in the transport truck only came to their senses at this time and wanted to operate the heavy machine guns.
But in the next moment, the gun sounded and his head exploded like a watermelon, and on the other side of the transport truck, the heavy machine gunner was also directly killed in the next breath.
Li Mei held a rifle and shot at the Soul Cult cultists from behind the door as a cover. At this distance, although the black robes on these cultists had bullet-proof capabilities, their faces without defense were still easily hit by her.
The remaining cultists only realized at this time that there was not only Shen Luoyan in the car.
They rushed towards the off-road vehicle, wanting to get rid of this troublesome shooter first.
Li Mu’s eyes narrowed, and a towering psychic energy emanated from him, rushing towards the group of cultists. His hand-held ring knife flowed like mercury, turning into a straight blade of light.
The first cultist with a curved knife had not yet had time to react and was split in two by the sharp ring knife with a flash of blood.
After fighting with Li Mei for the whole afternoon, these cultists were full of flaws in his eyes, and as long as he easily chopped with a knife, they would stupidly rush forward.
Li Mu stepped forward urgently, and the ring knife in his hand was like a flood of water, wild and unrestrained. With Li Mei’s occasional short shots for support, these killing-like cultists could not block a single knife in front of him. Their weapons fell to the ground, and the bodies piled up.
Blood flowed like a river.
“Such a fierce young man.”
A hoarse voice sounded.
On the transport truck, a emaciated cultist stood up. If it weren’t for his speaking up, Li Mu would not have noticed anyone else’s existence on the transport truck.
The iron cage on the transport truck had been opened at some point, and several terrifying monsters crawled out from inside. They were half human and half dog, with extremely ugly faces, sharp teeth exposed, skinny bodies, and abnormally long limbs, almost skin and bones. Some of their bodies were covered in thick hair, which hung down like iron wires, presenting a vague dark red color.
A trickle of fresh red liquid continuously dripped from the hair. A foul odor hit their faces.
The parts of their bodies that were not covered by hair were as if they had been stripped of skin, revealing tender red muscles. The claws on their four legs were over ten centimeters long, scratching the transport truck’s bed, making a piercing metallic friction sound.
The sound of gunfire echoed as one of the monsters stood in front of the cultist. The bullet shot into its hair, causing it to quiver, and fall helplessly to the ground.
“Good marksmanship, you will be a great material.”
The cultist’s eyes gazed at Li Mei with greedy eyes.
“Human skin puppet master Smolte.” Shen Luoyan announced the name of the titled cultist. “Sending two titled cultists, what are you planning?”
“You have no chance of knowing, smelly woman!”
Meirweir roared loudly, his entire body suddenly inflated, his thick body hair became even thicker, as if he had transformed into a wild beast.
His holy relics were the Beasts of Darkness, able to enhance oneself, possessing the strength of a mutated wild beast, heightened perception and resistance to impact. He could also go berserk in dangerous moments, bursting with extreme power, and greatly increasing his tolerance for pain.
The side effect is that he will lose his sanity, indiscriminate between friend and foe, and after the berserk, there will be a period of weakness.
A sharp metallic friction sound, the spear broke free from the mechanical arm’s restraint. Meirweir’s energy surged, lifting the heavy spear like a rice straw and stabbing towards Shen Luoyan.
The heavy spear swept through the air with a roar, and in an instant, the spearhead, filled with a strong iron smell, had already poked into Shen Luoyan’s sight.
“Stop!”
A loud boom echoed as Shen Luoyan slams her mechanical arm onto the spear tip.
The extreme force of the punch lifts the thick spear rod high into the air. If it weren’t for the durability of the iron spear wielded by Meirweir, this punch could have bent the rod.
Meirweir retreated several steps, his gums numb from the shock. He let out a beast-like roar and swung his long spear like a windmill.
With her mechanical arm, Shen Luoyan effortlessly deflects the thrusting spear.
Under her psychic control, the power of this mechanical arm was like that of a large construction machine, and even as Meirweir continued to increase his own strength, the thrusting spear was easily brushed aside.
Due to the continued berserker state, the fine blood vessels in Meirweir’s body began to burst, and his black body hair gradually became soaked with blood. Every thrust of the spear caused a mist of blood to rise from his body.
But he held the advantage of the weapon length, and Shen Luoyan was unable to get close, and the two were deadlocked.
On the other side of the battlefield, Li Mu took a deep breath, his hands clutching the knife and raised high, ready to chop with all his might. He felt a terrible oppression from those monsters.
Each of these monsters was a match for a swamp tiger.
The monsters made eerie growls, extending their extremely long tongues and licking their mouths. The next moment, they leaped from the transport vehicle, their sharp hooks leaving deep marks on the concrete road.
Their strange growls completely surrounded Li Mu.
One monster took the lead and lunged, tearing towards Li Mu.
Li Mu didn’t hesitate at all, and went forward to chop at that monster. The shining blade of the knife chopped like lightning, splitting the monster’s face.
“Clang!”
Li Mu felt as if he had chopped into a piece of iron, the knife quivering, numbing his tiger’s mouth.
The monster let out a miserable scream and was chopped away, like a volleyball. Its ugly face was split open by the blow, and its stinking blood spewed out from the wound.
Li Mu stepped back, twirling his knife, and cut the other monster that was biting at him. The sharp blade sliced through the monster’s fur, leaving a trail of sparks.
Under the obstruction of the fur, this knife only left a bloodstain on the monster’s body.
Chapter 30 The Ambush of the Soul Cult <TOC> Chapter 32 Hidden Breath