Chapter 187 - Servant Demon

Chapter 187: Chapter 171: Servant DemonThe sudden appearance of dense fog made the already somewhat fearful capital defense force even more panicked and disorganized. It was only after repeated urging from their superiors that they put on night vision goggles.

They couldn’t see anything.

The fog seemed like a beast that devoured everything, greatly blocking infrared rays, severely weakening the propagation of sound, and even suppressing electromagnetic waves, crucial to modern communication.

"What’s happening? Squad Eight, respond immediately!"

Several streets away, an officer inside a command vehicle shouted loudly, but the only thing coming from the walkie-talkie was electromagnetic noise. This situation made it impossible to launch an artillery strike.

Thud, thud, thud.

There came dull sounds from within the fog, like footsteps or muffled thuds.

Jiang Zhihui’s wrist stopped bleeding, her hand firmly grasping the White Fox Demon’s fur, and with a thought, the White Fox opened its massive maw and spat out a Gravity Energy Bomb towards the ground in front of it.

The concrete ground fractured and split, with vehicles and traffic lights on both sides of the street being sucked in by the gravity, colliding and crushing violently into one another, large chunks of debris gathering and spinning rapidly, whipping up fierce winds.

The Fog Concealment Skill didn’t depend on the air, and the effect of the wind dispersing the dense fog only lasted less than a second before it was filled up by the continuous flow of fog.

Seizing this brief window, Jiang Zhihui clearly saw Gray Rain, riding a Bat Wing Motorcycle, leap down from a high-rise, her arms merging into a large axe, and with all her might, she slashed towards the White Fox’s forehead.

Buzz——

Black smoke and demon aura churned around the White Fox Demon, concentrating on its head, layer upon layer like a tank’s composite armor.

Gray Rain, weighing over 800 kilograms, along with the extremely sharp axe, smashed through most of the demon aura barrier and cut a narrow wound on the White Fox’s forehead.

As if feeling no pain, the Fox Demon opened its mouth, preparing a Gravity Energy Ball aimed at the tiny being in front of it.

Sensing the chaotic gravity around her, Gray Rain urgently changed tactics, dissolving her axe into strands of steel cables.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

The steel cables wrapped around the White Fox’s muzzle, round after round, forcibly sealing the Demon’s mouth, preventing it from firing the Gravity Ball.

Meanwhile, on the ground of the battlefield, Li Cheng activated the Instant Thunder Skill and surged forward to within ten meters of Jiang Zhihui.

For a Transcendent, this distance was practically face-to-face,

At the critical moment, Jiang Zhihui cradled the baby with her right hand and with all her force pressed her left palm onto the White Fox’s leg, snapping her wrist with a crack.

Blood gushed out, and in the next instant, the human and the fox swapped places.

Jiang Zhihui suddenly appeared in mid-air, while the White Fox took her place. Gray Rain’s steel cables grabbed at nothing, and she herself fell, crashing to the ground.

Crack—

Li Cheng’s rusty Straight Blade dug deep into the White Fox’s hind leg, kicking up large amounts of dust.

The Fox Demon, disregarding everything, swung its head sideways and swallowed Jiang Zhihui—not out of revolt or revenge against its master, but because Servant Demons have a unique body structure, Jiang Zhihui had actually fallen into the White Fox’s interior, safe from external harm.

"Damn killing field, damn Otherworld players."

Jiang Zhihui didn’t bother with the wailing infant, cursing while pulling out zip ties, roughly wrapping them twice around the broken surface of her wrist to stop the bleeding.

"The only good news is, if I kill him, the killing field will likely not send players to this world for a while..."

Jiang Zhihui took a deep breath, mentally prepared herself, and took out a purple-black paper cutout with eight snake heads, beginning to summon the legendary Calamity God.

Orochi.

"Now what, Jiang Zhihui has been eaten."

Gray Rain, who fell into a large pit on the concrete road, patted the dust off himself and stood up, frowning and asked, "Why isn’t the fox attacking anymore?"

Through the fog, one could vaguely see that the white fox, nearly three stories tall, had taken several steps back and didn’t launch an attack on Li Cheng and Gray Rain. Instead, it opened its mouth wide again and spat out gravity energy balls toward the buildings by the street.

Boom!

Beams and columns broke, and the building collapsed. Ordinary people hiding inside had no chance to escape before being crushed by the steel-reinforced concrete.

In the sky, several news helicopters from TV stations that heard the news were hovering hesitantly, afraid to enter the dense fog, only to see buildings collapsing one by one.

The number of dead and injured was incalculable, and blood trickled into low-lying areas, pooling into a foul-smelling blood pond.

Gurgle gurgle—

The pool of blood boiled and rolled, as if something unspeakable and terrifying was brewing.

"She’s conducting a blood sacrifice."

Li Cheng squinted his eyes slightly, the level of paper-cutting Shikigami ranging from low to high was white, red, and purple.

In order to use the purple paper-cuts, Jiang Zhihui slit her wrists and shed a lot of blood.

It was uncertain what kind of monster such a blood sacrifice could summon right now.

"Use that move."

Li Cheng mounted the motorcycle, twisted the throttle, and accelerated on the spot. Gray Rain got the hint, turning into a roadblock-like metal sphere, his arms turning into thick steel cables, connected to the motorbike’s rear seat.

The engine roared and Li Cheng rode the bike at its top speed, racing across the pockmarked road towards the white fox.

The metal sphere branded with Gray Rain at the back of the vehicle also rolled rapidly, accumulating kinetic energy.

Crack!

Li Cheng found the right moment, applied the brakes, and plunged the rusty machete deep into the ground, forcefully halting the charge.

The iron ball kept rolling forward. The steel cables from Gray Rain’s hands wrapped around the rusty machete, drawing a semicircle trajectory in the air centered on the hilt.

The white fox instinctively sensed the imminent danger and turned its head in a hurry, still holding the gravity energy ball.

Too bad, it was too late.

The solid iron ball weighing over eight hundred kilograms, like a chain ball, heavily slammed into the side of the white fox’s head, smashing it into a building down the street that hadn’t collapsed yet.

The white fox fell to the ground with a thunderous crash, exposing its undefended belly.

Straddling the motorbike, Li Cheng’s right arm trembled, and he took out the Avenger Cannon.

The nearly six-meter long, one-ton steel behemoth sat in the middle of the destroyed road like a car, with seven 30mm caliber rotary barrels driven by electric motors spinning rapidly, firing depleted uranium armor-piercing shells at a rate of four thousand rounds per minute.

The aura barrier around the Shikigami struggled to hold for two seconds but was ultimately punctured by the relentless barrage.

The entire white fox gradually turned into ash and vanished, revealing Jiang Zhihui, who was still conducting the summoning ritual with a look of astonishment on her face.

Li Cheng dropped the smoking machine gun and took steps forward, snapping Jiang Zhihui’s neck with a click, lifting her up.

"Heh—heh—"

Struggling for breath, Jiang Zhihui’s face turned red as she difficultly said, "Don’t kill me, I can transfer all my Game Coins to you. If you kill me, Jiang Meixi will die too."

"I know."

Li Cheng lowered his voice and whispered in Jiang Zhihui’s ear, "So, drink more hot water."

The temporary Skill Death Curse Torrent was activated, and his left hand spewed out black water, pouring it into Jiang Zhihui’s mouth.

The effect of Death Curse Torrent is to recall one’s most feared memory and fall into an extreme state of panic.

Jiang Zhihui, who had solidly gulped down a large bucket of black water, had her pupils trembling violently, and from underneath her crown, a white translucent spot of light shot out, dashing away behind her.

That was Jiang Zhihui’s spiritual body, or rather, the original soul-remnant of Jiang Zhihui.

Li Cheng stood still, took out the Thunder Horn from his Backpack, blew it, and then using the abilities of the Assembly Puppet, detached his right arm, and threw his right hand along with the Thunder Horn in his palm towards the fleeing soul.

A thunderstorm with a 50 meters diameter chased and caught up with Jiang Zhihui’s spiritual body, striking and obliterating her with lightning.