booktalesy Chapter 135 East-West Ghost and Monster Exchange Conference
Chapter 135 East-West Ghost and Monster Exchange Conference
Compared to the inner world, this is the outskirts of the town at this time.
The cordon was stretched longer than the border.
Armored vehicles, tanks, and even two armed helicopters were hovering at low altitude.
This kind of spectacle makes you think aliens are coming to attack the US.
Inside the temporary command post, the person in charge, sweating profusely, held a walkie-talkie and inquired about the specific situation at the front.
"Did the drone go in?"
"They're inside, sir."
"Where's the video?"
"The drone lost signal after three seconds, and the last image it transmitted was all static."
Upon hearing this answer, the person in charge slammed their fist on the table. What the hell was the difference between saying nothing and saying nothing at all?
"Damn it! What on earth happened in there? Didn't those church charlatans say they could finish the fight in ten minutes? It's been half an hour already!"
He stared at the thick, impenetrable fog ahead, his heart pounding with anxiety.
That fog is abnormal.
It was hazy and gray, like the ashes of a cremated body floating in the air.
Moreover, the mist was moving, as if it were alive, slowly pushing outwards.
"Sir! Something's happened!"
An observer suddenly pointed at the screen and screamed.
Davis suddenly looked up.
The mist that had initially enveloped only the motel suddenly spread outwards like a flood bursting its banks, without warning.
Extremely fast!
Without hesitation, he immediately gave the order over the walkie-talkie.
"Retreat! Everyone retreat!"
But it was too late.
As he spoke, the team at the very front was instantly swallowed up by the fog.
A series of static crackled over the radio, followed by the soldiers' terrified screams.
"What is this thing?!"
"Don't come any closer! Fire! Fire now!"
Da da da—!
Dense gunfire erupted in the fog, spitting fire, but it sounded particularly weak in the gloomy mist.
In the newly spread fog.
A soldier holding an automatic rifle was firing wildly at the front.
In front of him, a woman in a tattered kimono stood with her back to him.
The bullets hit the woman as if they were hitting mud, making a thud, but no blood flowed out.
"Hands up!"
The soldier pointed his gun at the woman and screamed in terror.
The woman slowly turned around.
The soldier's pupils constricted when he saw the face opposite him.
The woman had no face.
Where facial features should be, there is a huge, vertical mouth.
"whee……"
With a strange laugh, the woman's neck suddenly stretched three meters, and her vertical mouth bit down on the soldier's head.
Click.
The next second, it made a sound like biting into a watermelon.
"Aaaaaah! Monster! There's a monster!"
The teammates next to them were terrified when they saw this, and they turned their guns around and ran away.
Boom!Boom!Boom!
Unexpectedly, another series of heavy footsteps sounded.
A giant paper lantern floated out of the mist. Beneath the lantern was a single leg, from which hung a long, scarlet tongue.
The lantern ghost jumped onto a tank, and with a flick of its tongue, it pulled the machine gunner who had poked his head out into the tank.
at the same time.
Countless eerie figures emerged from the mist.
Some only have one eye, some have horns on their heads, and some are simply broken umbrellas with legs.
These monsters, which only exist in Eastern legends, are now giving these soldiers a vivid lesson in folklore on American soil.
"Retreat! Abandon the position! Request air support!!"
Davis stared at the disappearing red dots of vital signs on the screen, his face ashen.
……
Meanwhile, at the center of the Underworld.
The screams outside could be faintly heard, but Lin Fan had no time to pay attention to them.
He was admiring the East-West mixed doubles match in front of him.
"Hey you, Triangle Head, move to the left a bit, don't block that one-eyed monk's way!"
"Yes, that's right, just cooperate!"
Lin Fan stood at the rear, speaking from time to time, as if he were commanding a vast army.
And on the other side.
The once invincible Knights Templar have now been relegated to a corner.
Uriel, who was so arrogant just moments before, was now wielding his lightsaber in a sorry state.
when!
He cleaved a faceless nurse who was trying to sneak up on him with a single sword strike.
Before he could even catch his breath, a huge spiked club came crashing down.
It is a red demon that is three meters tall.
"Get out of here!!"
Uriel roared, and his six wings flapped violently, sending golden feathers flying like sharp blades.
Puff puff!
In an instant, the red demon who attacked him was riddled with bullets, let out a howl, and vanished into black smoke.
But next second.
The black smoke reformed, and the Crimson Demon reappeared unharmed.
The holy light of the West cannot destroy the folk customs of the East.
Only... can kill the ghost.
"it's useless."
Lin Fan said in a cheeky tone:
"In this world, as long as I don't die, they will be resurrected indefinitely."
"or……"
"Why don't you kill me first?"
贱，
That's fucking despicable!
Uriel swears to God that he has never met such a despicable person in his life.
Kill you?
Then will you be allowed to unleash other disasters?
Uriel's face was extremely grim.
however,
Compared to Uriel, who was barely managing to cope, the other paladins were not as relaxed as he was.
A paladin who had just blocked the giant blade of the Pyramid Head suddenly felt a chill on his neck.
Looking back.
Then he saw a little boy with a pale face lying on his back, blowing air into his ear.
"Uncle, will you play ball with me?"
As the little boy spoke, he took off his head and stuffed it into the knight's arms.
"ah!!!"
This sudden, bizarre scene completely shattered the knight's composure.
He is indeed a messenger of God, but he has never experienced losing sanity points like this before.
And just then...
puff!
A triangular-headed monster seized the opportunity, and its giant blade fell instantly, cleaving him and his armor in two.
Fresh blood gushed out.
But before it even landed, it was devoured by the starving ghosts that swarmed around it.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
Uriel stared at his men as they fell, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.
The divine power within his body was rapidly dissipating, and his vitality was also weakening.
But the more monsters they killed, the more monsters appeared around them.
It seemed endless.
"Does...we really have to deal with that bastard?"
Uriel suddenly looked up and stared intently at Lin Fan.
As long as we kill this bastard...
No, we can't kill him, killing him will only make things worse!
Uriel had a sudden thought, and his mind suddenly went to something that the Russian country was famous for...
They can't kill them all, and they can't fight them all.
This is a dead end!
"What? Are you trying to kill me?"
Lin Fan looked at Uriel with a smug grin.
At the same time, I gained a new understanding of my own abilities.
These monsters were not so much summoned as they were actually summoned.
Rather, it's more accurate to describe it as a manifestation of his spiritual power.
If he wanted to, he could even create an Ultraman.
Of course, this is just wishful thinking; with his current strength, he cannot do it.
"Since you're not going to make a move, then I'm going to escalate the situation."
Seeing that the other party didn't move for a long time, he snapped his fingers.
Next second,
Om-!
The surrounding space distorted once again.
The once distinct Silent Hill ruins and Japanese-style streets have begun to merge.
Japanese lanterns were hung all over the rusty wire mesh.
A tengu mask has appeared on the head of the Pyramid-Headed Monster.
The faceless nurse no longer held a scalpel, but a samurai sword.
A more eerie and violent aura instantly swept across the entire area.
"this……"
Inside the spatial barrier, Lin Jianguo's jaw nearly dropped to the floor.
"Is this kid creating a Frankenstein's monster?"
Li Xiulan, however, smiled as she watched.
"Heh, this kid..."
On the battlefield.
The combined monster's strength increased dramatically once again.
Wearing a tengu mask, the triangular-headed creature was several times faster than before.
Swish!
It appeared instantly behind Uriel, its massive black blade, imbued with the power of the curse, sweeping across the air with a whooshing sound.
Uriel only had time to turn around and block.
boom! !
A loud bang.
Uriel was sent flying like a baseball, crashing heavily into a pile of rubble.
This time, he couldn't stand up immediately.
The cursed power on that giant blade seeped into his body through the wound, frantically corroding his remaining divine power.
"Cough cough..."
Uriel coughed up a mouthful of golden blood, and the light emanating from his body quickly dimmed.
Of the six wings on its back, three were broken off, and the remaining three looked like plucked chicken wings, drooping behind it.
It’s over.
It's completely over.
As he watched the horde of monsters slowly approaching, an unprecedented sense of despair rose within him.
The dignified Knight Commander of the Templars is about to be defeated in this godforsaken place.
And then he would be torn apart by a bunch of bizarre monsters.
This is an utter disgrace!