Chapter 260: Blood Battle Between Bait (Part 2)
The battle in the mountains and forests has officially entered a heated stage, having started twenty minutes ago. It was at this time that the Wang family exhibited the might of China’s foremost orthodox bloodline family, as Uncle Seven of the Wang family charged into battle, prompting not just the high-rank bloods but all knights to launch an attack.
The baron of the Deng family has already perished, with many heavily injured retreating, yet the allied forces still possess a considerable advantage in both the quantity and quality of high-ranking bloods.
The target for Uncle Seven of the Wang family is naturally Liang Er. Qi Yue and the Fourth of the Zhou family are besieging Ruan Shunhong, while the baron of the Sun family and another baron from the Wang family are attacking Jin Xin. As for Wen Shangzhen, who has nearly depleted his blood worms, he is like a toothless tiger. With the cooperation of the baron of the Luo family, he is only leaving some kills for the knights.
Jiang Yao, after resolving Cao Mao, has been hunting the desperate and fleeing Zhu Bixian throughout. For Jiang Yao, Zhu Bixian, covered in blood worm fur, is a repulsive presence that must be crushed immediately.
Liang Er, having broken through the full blood threshold, displays severe deformation in multiple areas of his body. Despite losing an arm, he surprisingly abandons all defense and engages in a direct attack with Uncle Seven of the Wang family.
Like the nickname “Crazy Liang” he earned during the anti-Japanese war, he is dragging it out maniacally, going completely insane. As an Iberian blood, Liang Er possesses the highest full blood threshold among the eight bloodline families, making it difficult for Uncle Seven of the Wang family’s blood ashes to take effect, significantly weakening their power.
“Oh hello, Blackie, I didn’t expect to meet the queen again after so many years… Uncle Seven, Uncle Seven, your family has its dark secrets too, what’s the difference between you and me!”
In another explosion of blood from his abdomen, even his intestines burst out extensively. Liang Er, drenched in blood, behaves as if nothing is wrong, completely disregarding Uncle Seven of the Wang family and instead glaring fiercely at another direction in the mountains and forests.
There, a terrifying high-pressure and ominous full-blood aura is ascending, representing a young girl who is currently crushing Zhu Bixian.
Following the direction of the gaze, Uncle Seven of the Wang family lowers his full blood intensity, takes a deep breath, and steps back: “Liang Chenglin, surrender and hand over all the Frankenstein potions. In light of our past resistance against the enemy together, the Wang family can spare your life. There are few old partners left from those days.”
“Do you want me to be a dog for the Wang family, waiting to die? If I were a true black blood, perhaps I would agree… This is just a show, think about your Old Five from the Wang family; one day, you Uncle Seven could meet the same fate as I did!”
Liang Er’s words are blunt and naked, striking deeply, causing Uncle Seven of the Wang family to furrow his brows tightly, unable to retort. Although Uncle Seven is a low-tier earl, he has been stuck at his level for decades, with merely around a hundred years left in his lifespan.
Even if he levels up into other realms, he remains a time bomb buried deep within.
“Hehe, if I can’t eat from the Five Tripods, then I’ll cook with the Five Tripods.”
Liang Er suddenly reveals an unprecedented ruthlessness; holding his abdomen where his intestines have burst, he jumps out and shouts, “Ruan Shunhong, it’s about time to fight!”
After saying this, Liang Er pulls out a syringe from his pocket and fiercely stabs it into his neck.
“Liang Chenglin, are you insane!”
Uncle Seven of the Wang family’s expression drastically changes as he retreats repeatedly, his voice trembling. It is only now that he realizes why Liang Er had not used blood poison in the previous battles.
To maximize the effect of the Frankenstein potion, Liang Er has minimized his full blood consumption, preparing to use it as a final resort. When the blood family servants use the Frankenstein potion, they can become crazy enough to contend with barons for a brief period. If a viscount uses it, even ordinary viscounts cannot be easily underestimated; as for baron-level users, the scene is simply unimaginable!
Liang Er’s upper body has already begun to display terrifying physical distortions; countless flesh-like aberrant tissues quickly spread and swell on the surface of his body, even beginning to compress his original head and limbs.
“Retreat!”
Uncle Seven of the Wang family retreats rapidly, his loud shout nearly drowning out the sounds of the forest.
…
“What kind of monster are you!”
Zhu Bixian keeps pulling the trigger until his last bullet is spent, and only then does he crumple to the ground, his entire body growing weak.
The speed of the Caucasian blood family, the high full blood threshold of the Iberians, the explosive night form of the Altai blood family, the full blood endurance of the Rong Yin blood family, or perhaps the previously unexperienced ominous full blood pressure suppression all encircle him.
Before him, the mysterious girl in Wang family battle garb appears to be a super amalgamation that violates blood family characteristics, completely overturning all of Zhu Bixian’s realizations over the years.
Zhu Bixian’s blood worms have long run out; he can only rely on the last remnants of full blood control to evade Jiang Yao’s pursuit, or rather, to play with her.
“Hey, that’s still better looking than you, you red-haired ape! I’ll crush you!”
Jiang Yao springs and leaps into the air, cursing loudly, as the flesh-like tendrils behind her whip out two beautiful blood shadows in the night sky, then abruptly retract, disappearing without a trace.
In Zhu Bixian’s final line of sight is the gradually growing form of the girl, coming toward him with her small fists, adorned only with knuckle dusters.
Jiang Yao’s fist directly penetrates Zhu Bixian’s face, smashing brutally into his skull as if it were a punching bag.
Zhu Bixian’s ragged body hangs limply in the air, meeting a tragic and disheveled end.
Withdrawing her fist, Zhu Bixian’s corpse crashes loudly to the ground.
Looking at her bloodied hands, Jiang Yao frowns, discarding the knuckle dusters to the side and vigorously wiping her hands on the hem of her tactical outfit to cleanse the blood stains.
“Everyone retreat, keep your distance from them!”
From the depths of the indistinct forest, shouts from several high-tier bloods, including Wanyue, rang out, causing Jiang Yao’s previously relaxed and triumphant expression to instantly grow serious.
There were strange waves of boiling blood moving around, resonating mildly with her, but more frantically, cruelly, and chaotically, as if the ancient wild beasts that had lost their minds were awakening.
This is bad, I forgot! Here I am, focused solely on hunting Zhu Bixian, but I need to protect Brother Liang and the others…
Only at this moment does Jiang Yao recall the instruction given to her before leaving.
In another part of the forest, relying on the specially crafted tactical outfit designed for him before the battle, the knight of the wind flower supports the baron of the Luo family, cruelly suppressing the nearly out-of-blood Pan Shangzhen.
Doggedly clinging to Pan Shangzhen, Zheng Shaolin’s fixation after the battle entails that, since the opponent has run out of blood worms, he will eventually be taken down by numerous knights.
However, after a desperate outcry from a certain individual in the distance, the kneeling Pan Shangzhen bursts into manic laughter, then takes out a syringe and stabs it into his neck.
An unprecedented wave of terrifying full blood energy begins to ferment, sweeping over everyone present. More frightening is that despite being sentenced to death, Pan Shangzhen’s body suddenly begins to uncontrollably expand, morphing into a grotesque mass of flesh in mere seconds.
Pan Shangzhen, no longer resembling a human, sways as he stands up, his eyes, now distorted, visible through the tissue, seemingly ready to pop out at any moment.
“Frankenstein potion! Retreat! Retreat!”
The low-tier baron of the Luo family is so frightened that even his boiling blood armor nearly collapses; as soon as he speaks, he turns and flees, abandoning Liang Tai and the other knights behind him.
Pan Shangzhen has completed his final mutation with the Frankenstein potion, and the fear that had previously suppressed the wind flower troops dissipates, only to be replaced by an even deeper, primal terror.
Unfortunately, the Luo family baron reacts just a moment too late; the silhouette of the half-mutate rushes toward him, colliding with extreme speed from behind.
In Pan Shangzhen’s eyes, the Luo family baron is the largest prey.
Two arms, like withered branches, firmly seize the top half of the Luo family baron, and beneath his exposed eyes, an exaggerated mouth brimming with sharp teeth opens wide, directly crushing the Luo family baron’s head in one bite.
The Luo family baron is killed in an instant, leaving Liang Tai and the others stunned, having forgotten to react at all.
“Kill him!”
Zheng Shaolin is the first to regain his composure, seizing his gun and directly aiming at the grotesque mass of flesh that is panting heavily atop the body of the Luo family baron, pulling the trigger all the way down.
Gunfire erupts as silver bullets pierce into the monster that is Pan Shangzhen, producing bursts of charred blood mist.
But shockingly, Pan Shangzhen does not undergo the typical fragmentation phenomenon; rather, each mass of flesh explodes one after another, as if it were an explosive reaction, surprisingly shedding the embedded silver bullets.
Pan Shangzhen turns his head, his two exposed eyes quivering, then opens his mouth lined with sharp teeth, releasing a piercing howl, followed by an unseen energy of high-frequency sonic waves sweeping through the area.
The blood family body possesses formidable resistance to high-frequency sonic wave attacks, but faced with this monstrous scene, the knights of the wind flower still fall one by one.
Xiao Ling suddenly spews forth a mouthful of blood, kneeling with a painful expression, evidently suffering from ruptured organs. Xiao Lian and Xiao Yang, closer to the opponent, bleed from all seven orifices, fainting to the ground.
After a nauseating grinding noise, the monster that has become a mass of flesh, Pan Shangzhen, discards the remnants of the Luo family baron and charges towards the incapacitated Leng.
“Xiao Ling!”
Seeing his girlfriend at death’s door, Zheng Shaolin goes mad; he drops his rifle and rushes towards Xiao Ling, trying to block Pan Shangzhen’s attack.
In the span of a few seconds, the colossal changes leave Liang Tai and Xiao Guo, who have endured the turmoil of assaults, incapable of providing effective support, only able to watch helplessly as Zheng Shaolin collides with Pan Shangzhen’s body.
A heart-wrenching scream echoes; Zheng Shaolin’s body is pierced through by Pan Shangzhen’s deformity, hanging onto the monster like a broken doll.
“Ha ha, Pan Shangzhen, I know you… I never expected you would end up like this… I’m going to avenge my comrades…”
Staring at the gradually opening blood-red maw, a fervent smile appears on his face.
Old Zheng!
Witnessing this scene, Liang Tai’s eyes widen with fury, but he dares not fire his rifle.
“Monster, die, ha ha!”
Zheng Shaolin shakes his hands, the pins from several grenades making a bright tinkling sound, then disregarding Pan Shangzhen tearing at his mutated body, he wraps his arms around the monster and laughs maniacally.
Pan Shangzhen’s sharp teeth latch onto Zheng Shaolin’s head, and as he tears at the other’s body, a massive explosion occurs.
The combined power of the incendiary and fragmentation grenades instantly envelops Zheng Shaolin and the monster, splattering blood and flesh in every direction due to the explosion’s shockwave and high-temperature burn.
At twelve-thirteen on May 26th, Shaolin dies, perishing together with Pan Shangzhen.
“Old Zheng… Old Zheng…”
Liang Tai weakly drops to his knees, his lips quivering, face pale, one hand futilely reaching toward a certain direction as if trying to reclaim something.
…
Aside from Liang Er and Pan Shangzhen, there are also three black blood cavalrymen and Old Fu, all of whom used the Frankenstein potion. Compared to the previous bloody melee, this is a child’s play.
With rifles, machine guns, submachine guns, bayonets, as well as grenades and ammunition, the Wang family blood alliance has employed all available weapons against the world’s most terrifying blood mutants.
Liang Er’s sworn brother He Jinguo was annihilated under the heavy attack of the Sun family and Wang family.
Surrounded by two Caucasian barons, He Jinguo suffered a bloody demise, leaving nearly no intact spot on his body after repeated high-density assaults.
Furthermore, the unidentified baron from the Wang family also sustained a severe injury during He Jinguo’s last desperate counterattack, with a large portion of his intestines and one kidney blasted away, nearly dying on the spot.
Liang Er is also dead, a victim of the side effects of the Frankenstein potion—body tissue mutation stability.
The higher the rank, the greater the death rate associated with using the Frankenstein potion.
Within a minute of injecting the Frankenstein potion, Liang Er’s physiological tissues and internal organs underwent a horrifying immune autophagy dissolution reaction, transforming into a muddled mass of flesh barely sustained by transformed cells.
It can be said that Liang Er’s final madness did not yield the results he anticipated; instead, he was consumed by the Frankenstein potion due to his rank and died an exceedingly undignified death.
As multiple black bloods mounted a desperate counterattack using the Frankenstein potion, the Fourth of the Wang family and Wanyue had to change their tactics, abandoning the siege on Shunhong to contain the now utterly mad monsters, shielding the weaker allied knights as they orderly withdrew from the battlefield.
In the woods, another heavy explosion of flesh echoes; a Frankenstein monster mutated from a black blood knight is blasted by Wanyue’s blood explosion, creating a head-sized blood hole in its skull that emits intermittent shrieks before collapsing to the ground, lifeless.
“Ha, ha…”
Wanyue’s chest heaves violently; her breathing grows rapid, and even her red eyes show variations in color, signaling that her full blood control is reaching its limit. The sustained half-hour of high-intensity melee and over seven instances of blood explosion attacks have effectively drained the blood energy protein within her.
However, the results have been substantial; by now, there are three Frankenstein monsters that have perished at Wanyue’s hands. This performance even earns respect from Uncle Seven of the Wang family, who is a low-level earl from Siberia.
In the final encirclement, only Ruan Shunhong and the last two Frankenstein monsters remain, with the entire Liang Er crew effectively wiped out.
In the night sky, several dark arrow helicopters circle above, and beams of focused light sweep across the dense jungle below, occasionally slipping through the treetops to brighten the figures of bloods both inside and outside the encirclement.
“You are about done; do you still want to continue fighting? Aren’t you afraid the dark arrow troops outside will bury you all?”
Ruan Shunhong pats the head of the giant lizard beside him, looking up and then at the dark-skinned man before him, his tone incredibly relaxed. Behind him are two agitated Frankenstein monsters, baring teeth in a way that suggests they are responding to Ruan Shunhong’s command with ear-piercing roars that shake the heart.
At this point in the battle, only three senior bloods still stand among the Wang family-led allied forces: Uncle Seven of the Wang family, Baron Sun, and Wanyue.
Uncle Seven was already injured and thus unable to exert his full strength, effectively serving as a placeholder.
As one of the main forces of the Wang family alliance, Fourth of the Zhou family is also heavily injured by the Frankenstein monster and is currently undergoing urgent limb-suturing surgery.
Wanyue and Baron Sun’s full blood control has also nearly reached its end; whether they can take down Ruan Shunhong and the Giant Lizard blood beast, or even escape intact from the two Frankenstein monsters, remains uncertain. Other barons from the allied forces either died in battle or fled heavily wounded, rendering the bloods in the entire combat area immensely vulnerable.
As long as the outside dark arrows are willing to make a move, very few will escape this area, so Ruan Shunhong’s words are not without merit.
“Indeed, a true black blood; even during this time, still trying to find a way out… You don’t dare use the Frankenstein potion, yet you can safely remain with these monsters. Did you bring some other potion?”
Uncle Seven of the Wang family squints, fixating on Ruan Shunhong, sensing that the other party must have something astonishing that keeps those two monsters obediently stationary without resorting to indiscriminate attacks.
Just a few petty tricks from the James family; at this hour, you are down to just a few people. These Frankenstein monsters can still hold out for at least half an hour; why not give each other a chance?
Ruan Shunhong continues, turning to Wanyue: “Miss Wanyue, you and Zhuang Jianqiu are both in good shape; if Dali really seeks your lives…”
In truth, tonight we are all bait; Chu Dali has diverted everyone’s attention. Spare me, and I can provide you with a wealth of intelligence, including what they are currently planning to do.
After speaking, Ruan Shunhong takes the initiative to dissipate his full blood.
Wanyue shows no distinct expression; she pulls out a cigarette and lights it, taking several deep puffs before coldly responding: “Not needed. I’ve known what Chu Dali intends to do for a long time; your useless intelligence is worthless… As for you, Ruan, maybe think about how you and Liang Er were sold out by Chu Dali.”
Ruan Shunhong is taken aback, his face darkening, his eyes darting around.
Uncle Seven of the Wang family and Wanyue exchange glances, the former raising his arm.
From all directions in the dark forest, blood-soaked armored knights appear in shadowy forms, with dozens of guns aimed at Ruan Shunhong and the Frankenstein monsters within the encirclement.
Upon seeing the opposite side’s resolve to fight to the death, Ruan Shunhong becomes perplexed.
Given the current situation, apart from the Giant Lizard blood beast, they have two Frankenstein monsters, and indeed do not fear that the three remaining enemies pose much of a threat.
As for the dozen knights surrounding them, whether any can last a single encounter with Frankenstein monsters is questionable, yet why does the opposite side remain so confident?
Pondering this when another strange pheromone wave wafts out from deep in the woods, the impressively mysterious girl reappears.
Jiang Yao is gripping a large eye from a Frankenstein monster, casually strolling into the center of the forest, glancing from side to side, then tossing the bloody eye toward Ruan Shunhong’s feet.
Ruan Shunhong looks down, then turns back, and what confuses him more is that in such close proximity, the two Frankenstein monsters remain utterly still.
No, not still; it’s as if they have witnessed some formidable enemy, the two Frankenstein monsters huddle together, trembling in fear!
The Frankenstein potion is rumored to be made from the organs of mothers or queens; does this mean that the queen’s aura is the most natural suppression mechanism for these monsters?
Is this the queen… Hehe, no wonder you brought her here; aren’t you afraid of the dark arrows striking?
Ruan Shunhong finally understands, his face turning pale, slowly retreating, while the Giant Lizard blood beast beside him activates its full blood, claws and tail visibly transforming at a rapid pace.
Today, I’ll tear you all apart and avenge Brother Zheng…
Jiang Yao murmurs to herself, then lifts her head, her eyes turning red.
The unique dark aura of the queen again swells and spreads through the forest, tearing at everyone’s minds and hearts.
Removing her blood-stained tactical helmet and tossing it aside, Jiang Yao draws the dagger at her side, gathering strength beneath her feet, and charges directly toward the Giant Lizard blood beast.
As long as I take down this disgusting lizard first, Ruan Shunhong will lose his trump card.
The Giant Lizard beast suddenly stands upright, unleashing a blood-red tongue at the rapidly approaching light golden-haired girl…
…
On the southern side of the expressway connecting West G province and Y province, at the edge of the forest, over four hundred dark arrow soldiers, fully armed, have arranged themselves into several walls according to the terrain. In front of them are a dozen armored special operations vehicles with their headlights on, mounted with large-caliber machine guns and grenade launchers.
In the sky, five black helicopters continue their low-altitude alternating circling, beams of searchlight descending, the onboard weapons ready to fire.
Korean Wei sits in the front of one of the armored vehicles, looking coldly at the forest illuminated by the floodlights.
Suddenly, a middle-aged man, holding his arm, stumbles into view from the forest.
“I am Ruan Shunhong; I want to collaborate with Huaguo! I have important intelligence!”
Countless lights turn the forest’s edge into daylight, Ruan Shunhong’s figure staggering toward the dark arrow defense line, shouting loudly, just as eerie howls ring out from deep within the woods.
A creature like the Buddha, crying out in despair, resembles a beast hunted to the point of despair.
A giant lizard missing part of its tail and a hind leg crashes through the woods, plummeting to the forest floor with a heavy thud.
The boiling blood of the round-nosed giant lizard has already crumbled; it fails multiple attempts to rise, resulting in utter failure.
The bones inside the giant lizard can scarcely be called intact, its once impressive skin now in tatters, blood and flesh a mess.
“The queen, the queen is here!”
Seeing that the giant blood beast intended for his escape has failed, Ruan Shunhong covers his severed arm, mustering his final boiling blood control as he runs towards the nearest dark arrow special armored vehicle.
However, Ruan Shunhong’s speed is still too slow; in his snowy white world, a lithe figure of a girl zooms down from the air, blood-colored tentacles resembling sharp feathered wings extending behind her, flamboyant and incredibly enchanting.
Ruan Shunhong’s legs are ensnared by the grasp of tentacles; below his knees, they wrench away from his body, causing him to faceplant onto the ground, sliding for several meters.
Splattered with blood and flesh, but ignoring any pain, Ruan Shunhong continues crawling toward the dark arrow armored vehicle twenty meters away without looking back.
Now riding on Ruan Shunhong’s back, the tentacles wrap tightly around his arms, pulling with overwhelming force, his bloodied arms soaring into the air!
But that’s not all; the girl’s left hand clutches his hair at the back of his head, yanking back hard, twisting his upper body into an exaggerated angle that seems certain to break his neck with a simple tug.
At the same time, the silver dagger in her right hand descends sharply, piercing diagonally into Ruan Shunhong’s eye socket and through his abdomen!
The acrid, wine-red blood mist escapes as Ruan Shunhong’s body convulses; his throat vibrates a few hoarse notes before expiring.
The brain matter ignited by silver emits a nauseating stench; Ruan Shunhong’s entire head begins to char, resembling a rapidly dehydrated, carbonized corpse.
In the light of the headlights, the ranks formed by a dozen dark arrow armored vehicles and hundreds of soldiers now stand silent, quietly witnessing the gruesome determination within proximity.
In less than ten seconds, the earlier lively and active black blood clan leader has been reduced to shattered remains.
The battle among bloods appears to the dark arrow soldiers as barbaric and bloody, utterly unfitting for this supposed civilized era.
Jiang Yao stands up, wiping the blood from her face with her arm, casting a cold glance at the dark arrow formation before turning into the forest, her tentacles silently retracting into her back unknown to anyone.
This must be the Thousand Hands; she is a count from the Altai lineage? Commander, what should we do now…
In one of the special armored vehicles, the operational marshal quivers as he quietly nudges Korean Wei, sitting beside him.
There’s nothing surprising about a count killing Ruan Shunhong; it just signifies that the battle inside is nearly over; let’s wait for the Wang family to come out…
Korean Wei glances at Ruan Shunhong’s corpse lying dozens of meters away, coldly stating,
A dark blood that has slaughtered countless dark arrow soldiers now lies like a dead dog, executed on the spot by Korean Wei’s piercing glare and the mysterious Wang family countess.
While a fleeting sense of great satisfaction isn’t quite accurate, years of suppressed frustration within him has indeed diminished significantly.
“Oh… hey, Commander, someone else is coming out!”
On the other side, the intelligence officer raises his hand, pointing at the front with the infrared night vision goggles.
Under the snowy white light, another elegant female silhouette appears, accompanied by a man holding a corpse.
The girl leading the way is also dressed in the Wang family battle attire, sporting a large pair of sunglasses.
“Turn off the headlights; this setup is overly conspicuous, and we can’t see properly.”
After glancing at the silhouette of the girl several dozen meters away, Korean Wei issues the order to extinguish the lights immediately.
A few seconds later, the dark arrow vehicle’s headlights go out one by one. Daylight fades, night reclaiming dominion, leaving only flickering vehicle signals and tactical flashlights swaying in the dark.
At the front of the dark arrow formation, a space of only a few meters remains, and after placing Zhuang Jianfei’s corpse down, Liang Ling quietly retreats.
“Is Korean Wei there? Let him come out and talk to me.”
Closing her long, elegant sleeve, Mi Yue scans the dark arrow formation from left to right, then, smiling alluringly at the nearest young dark arrow vice commander several dozen meters away, she reveals a captivating smile.
“Commander!”
The two officers grasp Korean Wei, one on either side.
“Let go, you cowards!”
Korean Wei angrily shakes off the hands of the two officers, cursing as he rearranges his clothing, ultimately adjusting his military cap before stepping out of the vehicle and striding toward the mysterious girl of the Wang family.
