Lord of Prayer-Chapter 196 - 151: I Can Do This All Day

'Crimson Sect?' The thought flashed through Zhou Chen's mind.

The Crimson Sect was an Abyss Church that worshipped the Abyssal King - Monarch of Blood!

Zhou Chen was somewhat familiar with this Abyss Church. The target of his previous mission, Liu Hanyan, had been a follower of the Monarch of Blood and even had dealings with an Abyssal Blood Demon.

But why would they show up here?

"This was probably some little scheme of theirs, and we just got caught in the crossfire." Old Yang fired his gun as he spoke, his tone dripping with 'I-told-you-so.' "See? I told you, kid. You're a walking disaster magnet."

"Don't you dare pin that on me. We just have bad luck, that's all. Maybe you're the unlucky one," Zhou Chen retorted, casually cutting down a few members of the Blood Race. He yanked his chainsaw back and asked, "Should we kill them all?"

"Wipe them out. It'll take at least two hours for them to regain their senses. Letting them go would just cause a riot. Besides, we might as well collect the bounty." Old Yang shot Zhou Chen a 'you-know-what-I-mean' grin.

Zhou Chen returned a knowing smile. He infused Essence into the Bloodthirsty Chainsaw, and its engine roared to life, as if answering the blistering, impassioned rock music.

Riding the soaring melody of the electric guitar and the increasingly frantic, savage drumbeat, Zhou Chen swept his chainsaw horizontally. Amidst the sound of rending flesh, several pouncing members of the Blood Race were sliced in half at the waist, like reaping wheat. A fountain of blood painted the ground red.

Scalding pale flames erupted at Zhou Chen's feet. A searing white wave of fire raged outwards, and every member of the Blood Race it touched let out a piercing shriek. They turned into human bonfires, immolating and melting away like snow under the sun.

All that remained were scattered bones and remains, and screams that echoed endlessly in the air.

With a WHOOSH, a member of the Blood Race with bat wings sprouting from its back appeared before Zhou Chen. Its pale face was twisted in a savage, insane grin, its two sharp, white tusks bared as it lunged for Zhou Chen's neck.

Hot, volatile sparks of pale fire exploded violently from Zhou Chen's body. Fierce tongues of flame burst forth, instantly engulfing the attacking creature. It was thrown backward, screaming and struggling as it burned, and was reduced to ash in moments.

"Watch out," Old Yang's warning came from the side.

Zhou Chen swayed back, and a pair of crimson claws slashed through the air in front of him, followed by the sound of something tearing through the air.

'A powerful one from the Blood Race!'

Without a second thought, Zhou Chen's form dissolved into a ball of fire and vanished, reappearing insidiously behind the powerful female of the Blood Race.

The female's Perception Power was incredible. Unable to turn and defend in time, she instead unleashed a swarm of screaming, red-eyed bats from her back. They formed a black storm, glittering with dense red light as they rushed toward him.

Zhou Chen immediately used Fire Style again. The ball of pale fire he left behind exploded, showcasing the terrifying power of his Derivative Ability, "Burst." It blasted the countless bats into a rain of fire, wiping them out completely.

The force of the explosion sent the female flying, her back a mess of mangled flesh that exposed the bones and organs within. In mid-air, she transformed into a half-mutilated, grotesque bat. Flapping her wings to stabilize herself, she dove rapidly toward Zhou Chen.

The moment the bat entered Zhou Chen's attack range, Darkness surged. The grotesque bat vanished, and in its place was a young male of the Blood Race who had lost his mind. They had swapped places out of thin air.

Behind Zhou Chen, ten sharp claws swept down, poised to slice his head into countless pieces!

However, with a flash of fire, Zhou Chen was gone.

The claws tore through the young male's body as if it were paper, dicing him into several pieces. The female spun around quickly, raising her own claws to block.

CLANG!

Sparks flew with the shriek of metal on metal. The female spread her hands, using her ten sharp claws to block the descending chainsaw blade.

"How do you even wipe with nails that long? Here, let me give you a trim."

Zhou Chen grinned. Essence surged, and the chainsaw spun with even more Rapid Speed. A shower of white powder flew as, in the blink of an eye, her long, sharp claws were sawn off at the base.

The blade pressed down. The female's body split into countless bats that scattered and fled at extreme speed, only to reform into her human shape in the distance.

But the instant her form reappeared was the same instant Zhou Chen appeared behind her.

SQUELCH!

The chainsaw whined. Its spinning blade easily pierced the female's body, sending a spray of blood into the air. In a scene straight out of a horror movie, Zhou Chen tightened his grip on the handle and ripped downward!

The female let out a pained roar as her body was split vertically from the chest down. Blood gushed onto the floor like a waterfall.

Zhou Chen reversed his grip and swung upward from below—Swallow's Return!

The sound of shattering bone echoed as the two halves of the female's corpse crashed onto the floor and were incinerated into charred remains by his flames.

He spun, bringing his chainsaw down in a fluid arc from the apex of the Swallow's Return while simultaneously smashing his left fist into the chest of a hulking member of the Blood Race pouncing at him.

A burst of pale fire flashed, roaring like a thunderbolt.

With a loud BANG, the hulking creature exploded into a bloody mist. A powerful gust of wind swept through the room, splattering a dense rain of blood backward.

The neon lights overhead shook violently from the shockwave, sending dazzling beams of light spinning and crisscrossing through the room. The high-pitched, explosive rock music tore through the air. The place had transformed into a grand ballroom staging a B-list slasher film, complete with gratuitous gore.

The maddened Blood Race charged forward, heedless of death, while Zhou Chen violently sawed, blasted, and burned everything in his path.

The Bloodthirsty Chainsaw's blade spun at high speed, kicking up a brutal spray of gore. Flesh and blood flew. He was like a veteran Warrior of destruction—showing no mercy, no hesitation, as he slaughtered the frenzied Blood Race with ease.

After coordinating with Old Yang to kill the strongest members of the Blood Race, Zhou Chen decided that bullying the small fry with his Bloodthirsty Chainsaw wasn't fun anymore. He put it down and started improvising, using whatever was at hand—grabbing bottles, chairs, or stools and bringing them down on the creatures' heads.

Now, in the trashed, blood-soaked club, Zhou Chen was holding a gold-plated golf club, repeatedly bashing the head of the last member of the Blood Race until it was a pulp of gore.

"What the fuck, you psycho!" Old Yang couldn't help but exclaim.

"Don't lump me in with those psychopathic game developers. I'm doing the public a service..."

Zhou Chen tossed the golf club aside and kicked the motionless corpse on the floor, letting out a satisfied breath. "Honestly, I was picturing that psycho while I was hitting this thing. I feel a lot better now. You want a few swings?"

Before Old Yang could answer, there was a CLICK as the door to a private room in the distance opened.

Zhou Chen reached out his hand. Driven by Alchemy, the floor, slick with viscous blood, seemed to come alive. Like a conveyor belt of flesh, it delivered the distant Bloodthirsty Chainsaw right to him.

Old Yang had also reloaded his magazine and was aiming at the private room, ready to fire at any moment.

A few handsome men and beautiful women in suits walked out of the room. They stared with grim expressions at the hall, which was littered with corpses and flowing with rivers of blood. Behind them was the woman with the earring and the blue evening gown. Her expression was one of surprise, as if she hadn't expected the scene to be so bloody and violent.

"Got the energy for a second round?" Old Yang asked, his voice altered.

"I could do this all day," Zhou Chen replied, looking relaxed and carefree, as if everything up to this point had just been a warm-up.

"Wait, we don't want to be your enemies!" a young male from the Blood Race hurriedly explained. "Someone released a stimulant agent that made them turn like that. This is all a misunderstanding!"

Zhou Chen couldn't help but scoff. He and Old Yang had killed so many of their kind, yet these high-ranking members of the Blood Race didn't seem to hold any grudge against them at all.

"It's all a misunderstanding. We have no intention of being your enemies. Of course, if you wish to continue this fight, we will oblige you."

A handsome member of the Blood Race in a crisp suit, with sharp features, spoke up. His expression was stern and cold, and he radiated an aura of Darkness that couldn't be ignored. Deeper still, a ferocious savageness lay dormant within the shadows...

"My name is Steve, representative of the Hong City Blood Race. I believe we can talk..."