Chapter 33 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios

Editor: Atlas Studios

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Blood almost sprayed out of Chu Chongtian’s mouth three meters far.

‘No wonder so many of the possessed had suddenly appeared in the vicinity. The bastard was all ready to dig up their graves! As if Jack the Ripper could keep his calm!

‘He was already a malicious ghost from the start. With this, his resentment has probably reached sky-high.

‘No, wait, it was already sky-high from the start. It’s probably close to rocketing through the sky now.

‘Wait, what is Master using to dig up the grave?

‘That thing formed into a cross with two slabs of wood and acting as someone’s tombstone?

‘Could it even be used for digging up graves?

‘Is that why he needs two minutes?

‘Couldn’t he look for a shovel in advance instead? He might have been able to finish in just a minute that way.’

Chu Chongtian’s mind wandered all about. Even he himself didn’t know what exactly was running through his own mind anymore.

He merely raised his gun instinctively and pulled the trigger.

There wasn’t any need to aim either. After all, all that was in front of him right now was ‘people’ anyway. No matter how off-mark he was, he would be able to hit his target.

However, he used up all six bullets in no time.

Apart from hindering the possessed at the forefront slightly, no other effect came out of it at all. Neither did Chu Chongtian dare to go forward and wrestle with them.

Although their speed of movement wasn’t fast and was a little similar to those slow-moving zombies in the movies, it was common knowledge that getting caught in a zombie horde would lead to deadly consequences.

Retreating, while attacking at the same time, was the way to go. But right now, they needed to buy two minutes of time for Master Xuanzang.

They couldn’t retreat!

The only thing worth rejoicing was that when Jack the Ripper was possessing and controlling a large number of people, his finesse in control would be significantly reduced.

The possessed would not have phantom-like speed and superhuman combat abilities.

Just as he was thinking about that, Chu Chongtian felt his vision blurring for an instant—someone had crossed the distance between them.

The person came right up to him, holding a dagger in his hand. He stabbed viciously at Chu Chongtian’s chest.

There was no sound of movement, nor was there any sign of life in him. This was a true specter.

Chu Chongtian could only say that he ‘saw’ him. Perhaps his thought processes had also reacted in time.

However, his physical reaction couldn’t keep up at all. He could only watch helplessly as the other party’s dagger stabbed towards him.

In his stupor, he felt as if the world was moving in slow motion.

The only thing he could do was to place his hope in Master Xuanzang’s blessing and hope that it could save him from certain death.

He heard a whoosh by his ear.

Chu Chongtian caught a glimpse of a shadow flying past him in his peripheral vision. It crashed violently against the head of the person in front of him.

The possessed person collapsed upon impact and crumpled onto the ground at the same time as the shadow.

The shadow was still in perfect condition, but the possessed person’s head could no longer be put back together in one piece.

“Launch the Final Storm.”

Tang Luo’s voice drifted over from the back.

It was only then that Chu Chongtian got a clear look at the shadow on the ground. It was a revolver—Ill Omens.

As a revolver, Ill Omens only had six bullets.

Including Chu Chongtian’s own vital energy and blood, there was only a maximum of 12 bullets.

Honestly, in this aspect, Ill Omens was far inferior to the firearms of the contemporary era.

However, the second skill it came with, Final Storm, was relatively useful. It could fire 6,000 rounds in a minute.

This rate of fire had already reached the M134 machine gun’s highest rate of fire in theory.

This type of machine gun was installed in armed helicopters, armored cars, and fortifications. Only macho men like the Terminator could even lift this type of Gatling gun directly for use.

The storm of bullets formed by six muzzles and a rate of fire of 2,000 to 4,000 rounds per minute in actual combat was enough to rip apart the majority of its targets.

And in the case of Ill Omens’ Final Storm, not only was there no energy consumption, but there was also no recoil. Even a child could use it.

Chu Chongtian needed to lift the gun, pull the trigger, and launch its supplementary skill, Final Storm.

The revolver started spinning wildly, and snakes of resplendent crimson flames sprayed from the muzzles.

It didn’t shoot a straight line of bullets but an entire expanse of it. The range of fire didn’t lose out to the barrage of a Gatling gun!

It was just like a large combine harvester going through a wheat field during the autumn harvest.

Wherever the muzzles were aimed, the possessed collapsed, or rather, disappeared in large batches.

Chu Chongtian held his arm up and waved it left and right wildly, creating a terrifying doomed land of death.

He should count himself lucky that the possessed people’s faces were contorted, shadowed, and blank, or that blood didn’t flow from their bodies.

Otherwise, the scene of blood and flesh flying about everywhere would probably make Chu Chongtian puke his guts out right away.

In the case of the current situation, while he did catch glimpses of severed limbs once in a while, if he tried his best to ignore them, Chu Chongtian could still persevere.

Zhou Zhenguo stood a step behind Chu Chongtian. He quickly loaded his gun and shot down a few who managed to get past the line of fire.

The Imprisoning Chain also acted as a backup. They might just be able to hold them back for two minutes.

Even if the Final Storm could only sustain for a minute, there was also a limit to the number of people encircling them.

After a minute of gunfire, there probably wouldn’t be many left.

If Jack the Ripper’s degree of control over them rose dramatically, with the blessing protecting them, as well as Zhou Zhenguo’s skill, they would be able to stand against their attacks!

By the 50th second of the Final Storm, the number of possessed people within their sight was already far and few.

But outside of the field of light shrouding them, one could still vaguely hear footsteps and glimpse a hint of blurry human figures.

While hidden in the snowstorm, the possessed was still approaching.

Chu Chongtian stared hard at the scene in front of him. He pointed the gun wherever he detected sounds of motion. But neither he nor Zhou Zhenguo next to him noticed something.

At the other side diagonally to the back, a phantom-like figure laid close to the ground and slithered towards them like a poisonous snake.

When it got near them, its upper body got up in a strange manner.

The dagger in its hand stabbed towards Chu Chongtian’s lower back.

Then, the figure paused in its movements.

A hand gripped his neck from the back!

Zhou Zhenguo heard Tang Luo say, “Hmm, I seem to have found a tool to my liking. I’ll need only 20 seconds to get it done now.”

Instinctively, he turned back and looked behind him.