Chapter 256: Descending Behind the House, Dying Quickly Leaves No Pain (5k)

A strange force seemed to be repelling him.

He didn’t know what this thing was, but he could feel that this power would be more than enough to drive away the weakest Little Demon.

Is this the power wielded by the people of this world?

Unfortunately, it’s still far too weak.

When he reached a crossroads, he suddenly looked up and glanced around. He saw several bizarre pieces of metal equipment. There was no power he could sense from them, but somehow they did seem to pose a threat.

The next moment, the remotely controlled firearms set up by the Scorching Sun Department were activated.

In an instant, the sound of darts piercing the air came from all directions, whizzing through.

Tranquilizer darts indiscriminately covered the entire intersection.

The Pain Demon Lord had nowhere to dodge. He raised both arms to shield his face, but still dozens, over a hundred tranquilizer darts stabbed into his body like rain.

Each of these tranquilizer darts here could take down a large animal weighing up to a thousand kilograms, and they were further optimized specifically for devils.

More darts that didn’t break through his defenses clattered to the ground, and those that struck the ground exploded, their potions vaporizing rapidly.

An enormous amount of tranquilizer agents gathered into a faint pink mist, blanketing the area.

The Pain Demon Lord only felt a subtle sting when the needle pierced his skin, but the very next instant, the pain vanished.

He felt as if pain was moving away from him.

He couldn’t make sense of this power, but he didn’t like the feeling.

So, he reached out a hand, plunged it directly into his own chest, and tore out his heart; his body exploded with a boom.

All that tranquilizer agent, enough to fill him, was violently and simply expelled from his body as it burst into a cloud of blood mist.

The exploded blood mist then gathered again around his heart, re-forming his body.

After reconstructing his physical form, he gently inhaled a wisp of the pink mist, his eyes lighting up.

"This stuff is actually pretty good."

He looked up at the guns set up at the four corners, scratched his palm open with a fingernail, pressed his hand to the ground, and let blood flow out, spreading in all directions.

At the same time, alarms blared from the Scorching Sun Department’s instruments—the energy fluctuations were spiking rapidly.

The next instant, rippling pools of blood appeared on the ground. One by one, devils of all shapes and sizes burst out of the blood, howling in pain.

Within a dozen seconds, the street was swarming with masses of demons.

Once they appeared, the demons began fighting each other, blood splattering everywhere, severed limbs flying.

The Pain Demon Lord stood there, eyes half closed, quietly savoring the surge of agony gathering to him. His frail body and flagging powers now began to rapidly recover.

"Go, let us spread pain across the whole new world."

The Pain Demon Lord swept his arm. The devils pouring out all around him bellowed as they spread in every direction.

The guns mounted here kept firing. The specially optimized animal’s anesthetic really did work better than ordinary bullets.

If you shot these devils with regular bullets and failed to kill them in one hit, it would only make them stronger.

But a single custom tranquilizer dart would make a Little Demon stagger and then collapse, their power weakening with each dose.

That woman Liu Qiying had prepared large quantities of tranquilizer darts and agents ahead of time. Every year, not many would sell, but every year the same amount would still be produced.

The factory had an automated assembly line, running at full blast. The monthly output was enough for ten years’ supply at their current sales rate.

Now they were finally being put to use. Even if they didn’t have enough darts, there was plenty of tranquilizer agent to go around.

Cai Qidong stood in the command center, watching as more and more devils appeared on screen after screen.

He turned to look at Wen Yan’s two Great Uncle Masters.

"We can’t outlast him. We have to take him down quickly while he’s still weak; he’s recovering strength too fast.

Even if we evacuate the civilians, he can still summon hordes of devils to replenish his power."

"I’ll give it a try. But don’t get your hopes up—I’ve done the math, and I probably can’t kill something this freakish."

The Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor tossed out these words and turned to leave.

The Seventh Great-Uncle Master paused to consider, glanced at Wen Yan.

"Come with me."

"Huh?" Wen Yan was startled—wait, he needed to get involved in this fight?

Wen Yan blurted out in surprise but didn’t ask further. Anyway, the Seventh Great-Uncle Master wouldn’t put him in danger.

They left the front-line command center.

The Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor was already in position and hurtled off toward Virtue City. After a few strides, a mighty blast of air surged around him. He looked like a human beast as he vanished into the distance in a rush of terrifying wind.

Wen Yan drove, taking the Seventh Great-Uncle Master toward the downtown area of Virtue City.

It was only then that the Seventh Great-Uncle Master spoke up.

"I’ve thought about it, and I think I understand why the Old Celestial Master isn’t coming himself.

He has no need to come in person.

This demon is rather special. Even if its body bursts apart, it won’t die.

But it only just descended; its own power is still not strong.

The Old Celestial Master’s Magic Sword is enough."

"Then why bring me? I won’t be of any use in a scene like that." Wen Yan was not unwilling to help—he just knew that his individual power wouldn’t mean much there.

"Not everyone gets the chance to use the Old Celestial Master’s Magic Sword.