Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 342 - 167: Merely a Fatal Wound, Not Fatal at All_3
Chapter 342: Chapter 167: Merely a Fatal Wound, Not Fatal at All_3
Issue everyone with a submachine gun!
Wayne moved stealthily for ten meters, crouching low as he suddenly accelerated, the whooshing of air reaching the ears of three Black Robes. Without a second thought, they turned and pulled the trigger.
Whoosh!
A fleeting shadow swept by; Wayne crossed his arms in front of him. At the location of his arms, two long knives writhed, transforming into a greyish flesh and reverted back to their original arm shape.
Three heads soared into the sky, the headless bodies still standing, fingers twitching on the triggers.
Bullets sprayed aimlessly, some hitting the walls, and some piercing through Wayne’s chest and head. His face contorted as foam wriggled, pushing the bullets out of his body.
So-called lethal injuries weren’t lethal at all!
Having instantly killed three Mages of unknown strength, Wayne noticed they too were suppressed by the Forbidden Magic Domain. He signaled to Mona to come forward and took the submachine guns and their magazines right in front of the dispossessed owners.
His fists were large, and the losers of their weapons didn’t dare to utter a sound, only watching helplessly as he reloaded.
"Do you know how to use this?"
Wayne handed a submachine gun to Mona. Seeing her nod, he said, "Even if you know how to use it, don’t. Just hold it for me. Hand it over when I run out of bullets."
Wayne held a submachine gun in each hand, one in the left and another in the right, feeling as if there was little left to fear.
He told Mona to stay aside and proceeded to the corner with the two submachine guns.
Contrary to his expectations, there was a burst of gunfire from behind. Though the ceiling was splattered with the blood of the ones ambushed in rage, the eight soldiers still relentlessly pursued their prey, paying no heed to anything else.
"Then I’ll gladly take advantage."
Wayne braced the guns and pulled the triggers at the eight retreating figures. Flames spat out rapidly, and in the narrow corridor, he barely needed to aim; a slight shake of the barrel created a dense net of firepower.
Hiss-hiss-hiss————
The eight soldiers, ambushed from behind, staggered and fell one after another.
Wayne emptied the magazines and discarded the submachine guns, about to comfort the victims and see if there were any treasures on them, when he suddenly sensed something was amiss.
The smell was off!
No scent of blood.
Under Wayne’s astonished gaze, the eight soldiers slowly rose from the ground with stiff limbs and vacant eyes, much like undead zombies that would not die.
But they were more advanced than zombies; not even a shot to the head could kill them.
Wayne saw white foam wriggling on the neck of one soldier, his bullet-torn wounds healing by regeneration, and Wayne couldn’t help but gasp in shock.
"This is too bizarre!"
He was a man steeped in double standards, his own strangeness acceptable, but not others’.
Especially when it was such a high number all at once.
The eight soldiers stood up, stationary as if awaiting orders, not immediately firing at Wayne. Seeing this, Wayne’s eyebrows lifted, "On my command, kill yourselves."
The effect was remarkable; the soldiers all turned to look at him, and without a second thought, pulled their triggers.
The command was incorrect, eliminate! ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
Wayne shrugged nonchalantly, standing in place with an innocent face as bullets passed through his body.
Realizing that this monster could not be killed with firearms, the eight soldiers decisively dropped their guns and drew their military daggers, forming a circle for a joint attack.
Boom!
A shadow flashed, and a soldier’s chest caved in, flung like a shell towards the end of the corridor.
In midair, foam gushed from his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes.
Wayne clearly heard the sound of bones breaking, and with a spine but soft-bodied, classified the eight soldiers as Magical Beings.
He had encountered similar beings before and had even created some. Just based on their appearance, these eight human-like figures did not trigger the uncanny valley effect.
Wayne kicked the nearest soldier with overwhelming speed and strength, his skin thick enough to ignore sharp blades. He burst into the formation and, with punches sending foam flying, effortlessly battered the eight soldiers into unrecognizable forms.
The foam wriggled, and the eight soldiers rose again, muscles swelling and bodies stretching to two meters tall. Tails sprouted from their backs, and fine scales covered their entire bodies, their hands transforming into sharp claws.
Wayne was horrified; this scene was familiar, like on Dragonheart Island, like in Lando Manor.
"Wholesale..."
"Dragon Blood?!"
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