Chapter 270: The End of the Demon
Under the bright searchlight, in an unavoidable space, a dense barrage of bullets enveloped the body of a Japanese blood knight who did not have time to retreat.
Hot silver alloy bullets, carrying immense kinetic energy, tore chunks of flesh from the Japanese blood knight, igniting them, and the rising blood mist mixed with countless charred remnants, obscuring the surge.
A few seconds later, the carbonized and torn body appeared before the eyes of the dark arrow soldiers.
“What the hell are you doing!?”
Behind the human wall, inside a bomb-proof armored vehicle serving as the command car, Zhong Jing was trying to crawl out of the cabin with his hands and feet, but was firmly held back by Han Jie Li beside him.
“Don’t shoot, Kameyumi Haruya is inside! No, something’s off, they should have come out long ago!”
Zhong Jing shouted angrily, tugging at the car door, wanting to get out.
Do you really need to say that!?
Han Jie Li locked Zhong Jing’s throat, pinning him back in the seat, “The Wang family’s people are blocking from the other side. Wait until it’s over before you go in!”
Alright… just let me go!
Zhong Jing took a deep breath and slowly relaxed his body.
Seeing that he was no longer struggling, Han Jie Li finally released him, while using the periscope and infrared imaging device from the command post to look ahead.
In just a few seconds, Zhong Jing opened the car door again and slipped out of the command vehicle.
Damn it… come back!
Han Jie Li was shocked and grabbed a nearby rifle, having no choice but to follow.
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Inside the culvert, Bai Yu Qian Zhen stood behind Fujiwara Kiyoyama and Tanaka Harutaka, while another knight who had escaped from the hail of bullets stood to the side, holding a long knife, his whole body trembling like a sieve, his face pale.
“Fujiwara Kiyoyama, you old bastard, how are you planning to die?”
Jiang Yao, who had been in a bad mood all the way, now dropped the shotgun in hand, drew the dagger from her thigh, and coldly looked at the somber-faced Japanese noble.
Though his realm was already nearing the high-level viscount, Fujiwara Kiyoyama, as a novice blood family inexperienced in civil war, was clearly at a disadvantage in this battlefield environment. Facing two unfathomable queens, even ordinary blood family lower-level viscounts would not fare well.
Harutaka, fight to the death, do not disgrace the honor of the Japanese blood family samurai!
Fujiwara Kiyoyama cracked a terrifying smile, raising his wrist to inject an unknown potion into his neck.
Tanaka Harutaka, who was closely watching, suddenly narrowed his pupils, immediately realizing what Fujiwara Kiyoyama had just done.
As the scorching Frankenstein potion entered his body, Fujiwara Kiyoyama felt like he had become a nuclear bomb in chain reaction, with every cell frantically writhing in response to the wave of heat.
His body rapidly expanded, the black robe torn apart, as fleshy lumps grotesquely covered every inch of his upper body, swelling, hardening, and stacking together, quickly drowning out the face that wore a sinister expression.
In the odd sounds of compression, two enormous eyeballs squeezed out from the gaps in the flesh lumps, trembling and spinning wildly. Below the eyes, where his neck used to be, a gaping mouth with sharp teeth continued to tear open.
In just ten seconds, a tall, deformed mass of flesh appeared in the culvert, its size comparable to a fully mutated Bai Yu Qian Zhen.
At this moment, Fujiwara Kiyoyama successfully avoided the risk of distortion collapse brought about by his high realm and transformed into a viscount-level Frankenstein monster.
In the following hour, or even less, Fujiwara Kiyoyama would become a terrifying demon that surpassed a count, even a marquis, until he burnt out his life.
The intelligence was wrong, or rather, no one expected that Fujiwara Kiyoyama actually had a supply of Frankenstein potions, not only dared to use it but also succeeded!
Before Jiang Yao could react, Jiang Yan and Meng Huai immediately opened fire, the trajectories of golden bullets piercing the pitch-black hollow space, all hitting Fujiwara Kiyoyama.
But surprisingly, even with such close-range concentrated fire,
The bullets couldn’t penetrate the hardened lumps of flesh on Fujiwara Kiyoyama—this demon born from the sacrifices of lower-level blood family was utterly different from previous Frankenstein monsters.
“Hiss… having eaten the queen… I am the master… hiss, who am I…”
Fujiwara Kiyoyama’s vocal organs, hidden within the deformed body, now emitted a distorted, hoarse roar.
I’ll kill you!
Meng Huai roared in a frenzy, taking a step forward, pulling the trigger each time to shoot large caliber rounds at Fujiwara Kiyoyama, his sinister expression no better than that of the monster across from him.
“Meng Huai, get out of here!”
Jiang Yan rushed up, directly catching Meng Huai with both hands, then quickly retreated.
Almost simultaneously, Jiang Yao, responsible for covering their retreat, activated her boiling blood, the ferocious, high-pressure energy filling the entire waterway culvert, tearing at everyone’s bodies and minds, brutally dominating.
However, before she could launch an attack, the monstrous mass of flesh opposite had already charged up close, the corpulent, foul-smelling, swollen deformity filled Jiang Yao’s entire field of vision.
Jiang Yao was like a kite with a broken string, directly knocked flying, tumbling in the culvert, sliding out several meters, displacing countless dust. Meanwhile, Jiang Yan had finally pulled Meng Huai out of the culvert.
“Urgh!”
Jiang Yao propped herself up, one hand clutching her chest, directly spitting out a mouthful of blood, revealing a look of panic, as if she had foolishly attempted to challenge Wan Yue for the first time.
It was evident that even the queen, in her boiling blood state, could not suppress Fujiwara Kiyoyama’s Frankenstein form; Jiang Yao’s realm strength ultimately failed to gain the upper hand against such a monster.
Damn it, come again!
Jiang Yao rose, withdrawing another dagger, gritting her teeth as her vitality surged again, and the thousand-handed deformity that emerged from her back also burst forth.
Ignoring the intense pain from her lower abdomen, Jiang Yao opened her blood-colored thousand hands, charging toward Fujiwara Kiyoyama like a madwoman.
“I will kill him!”
Outside the culvert, Meng Huai struggled madly in Jiang Yan’s arms, flailing and shouting at the culvert, tears streaming down his face.
“Doctor Lu, keep an eye on him!”
Jiang Yan’s complexion turned pale, flinging Meng Huai away into the distance, then staring hard at the dark entrance of the culvert, also activating her boiling blood.
The moment the blood temperature rose, a sharp pain started from her heart, quickly spreading throughout her body, especially around her left wrist, which felt hot and burning.
However, before Jiang Yao could fully enter her boiling blood state, her body was shot out from the entrance of the culvert, rolling several times on the ground before finally stopping in front of Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yao’s black combat suit was already tattered, blood seeping from numerous wounds; her chest was slightly sunken, and even one arm was broken, inexplicably adding an extra joint.
“Get away… get away…”
Jiang Yao grasped Jiang Yan’s arm, struggling to utter a sentence, and then fainted.
As the boiling blood dissipated, blood flowed from Jiang Yao’s ears, nose, and mouth.
Under the moonlight, a grotesque, fat monster with a narrow bottom staggered out of the culvert.
The exposed enormous eyeballs, one of which had ruptured, hung in the air connected to a strand of blood-shot, white, tendinous tissue. The hardened lumps of flesh on its body were torn apart by Jiang Yao’s previous thousand-hand attack, oozing nearly black, viscous fluid.
Moreover, from the flesh lumps on the upper body of the monster, two deformed arms squeezed out, each dragging a corpse of a Japanese blood family retainer, using them as extensions to continuously shove into its gaping mouth, eating voraciously.
As the monster continued to supplement its flesh and blood, its bulk increased, becoming even larger and more grotesque.
Following closely behind, Tanaka Harutaka and Bai Yu Zhen had to quickly pull back to avoid it.
At this moment, another dull sound of blood exploding came from within the culvert, followed by a shriek as the last surviving Japanese blood knight fled, clutching a severed arm, careening directly into the massive deformed body of Fujiwara Kiyoyama.
Seemingly sensing tastier prey behind it, the monster abandoned the remnants of the retainer it had been holding.
It directly seized the knight from behind.
The two dark, deformed arms yanked, and the Japanese blood knight was torn in half, then shoved into the monster’s gaping maw, blood spilling forth as it chewed and crushed.
Time seemed to freeze; whether it was Jiang Yan, Doctor Lu leading the Wang family’s blood knights, or Tanaka Harutaka, all stood frozen in place, watching the demon that crawled out of hell feast upon the living.
“The illusion doesn’t work on him…”
The slaughter guards appeared at the mouth of the culvert, holding assault rifles, their faces grave. In another direction, the Wang family’s sixth brother, also a viscount, wore a look of confusion.
“Commander, we can’t let him rampage out, there are villages nearby…”
A knight from the Blood Dragon Brigade quietly remarked behind the slaughter guards.
But with Jiang Yao already defeated, what could they use to fight?
No one present could possibly stand up against a viscount-level Frankenstein monster; the idea of surrounding it and buying time was pure folly.
Time passed, all faces went pale.
“Hiss… having eaten the queen… I’m so hungry…”
The monster swiveled its enormous, bloated form, now leaving only the lower halves of Japanese blood knights behind, searching around as if it sensed something.
“I found it, the queen is here…”
Suddenly, two bloody tentacles sprouted from the monster’s head, swiftly snagging Bai Yu Qian Zhen, who was trembling in fear over ten meters away.
“Ah, Lord Kiyoyama, it’s me…”
Before the words were finished, the thick tentacles pierced Bai Yu Qian Zhen’s neck, and with a quick motion, her convulsing body was dragged toward the monster’s maw.
Before she could even scream, the upper half of Bai Yu Qian Zhen was crushed, then dismembered into a gory mess.
“The illusion is effective… hold him off, quickly…”
Tanaka Harutaka, surrounded, knelt to the ground, trembling all over, vomiting uncontrollably.
Clearly, a high-tier viscount of the Apennine had, through a blood-energy protein overdraft, induced a temporary disorientation in the Frankenstein monster, mistaking Bai Yu Qian Zhen for the queen.
Facing the common enemy of the blood family world, Tanaka Harutaka had stepped onto the dark side, and this was his first and last attempt.
“Where is the queen…”
The monster’s eyes again fixed, zeroing in on the threat—as well as the unconscious Jiang Yao in the other’s arms.
In a sudden turn, the massive form surged toward an area of woods outside the encirclement, directly tearing apart a tree with a diameter of half a meter.
Like Tanaka Harutaka, the outer perimeter of the encirclement saw the Wang family’s sixth brother also kneeling, foaming at the mouth, his mind in disarray.
…
Deep within the culvert, Zhong Jing knelt on the ground, cradling Kameyumi Haruya, his eyes lifeless.
Around him, dark arrow soldiers continued to stream in, with no end in sight—beam after beam of tactical flashlights swirling, alternately illuminating and darkening, piecing together a pale face.
Miss Jiang Yao… I won… the person whom Jing Jun loves the most is me…
At this moment, the Japanese girl’s consciousness grew even more hazy, clutching Zhong Jing’s chest as she spoke to nonexistent people around her.
Zhong Jing extended a hand, gently stroking the protruding bone spur in Kameyumi Haruya’s chest; even though no tears fell, the sound of his choked sobs was filled with deep sorrow.
“Mi Xiang sister, and the others… I avenged you all… come to my wedding…”
Kameyumi Haruya’s eyes suddenly brightened considerably, a sweet smile creasing her lips: “Jing Jun, you will marry me, right? I want to have a wedding in Hokkaido… we’ll have two children in the future, a boy like you… and a girl like me… no, the girl can be like you too…”
As she spoke, the girl reached out to Zhong Jing’s cheek: “You seem to have lost weight, Jing Jun… I’ll make sakura cakes for you, you haven’t had them yet…”
Two streams of hot tears finally fell; Zhong Jing clutched Kameyumi Haruya tightly, pressing his forehead against hers.
After a brief moment of clarity, the girl’s eyelids slowly drooped, her body temperature gradually dropping; her soft hands relaxed, and the smile at the corners of her mouth froze, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.
“Zhong Yao… it’s not safe here, take her back to the car.”
Han Jie Li squatted to the side, placing a hand on Zhong Yao’s shoulder, feeling a deep sense of unease.
Heh heh, ha ha… all useless…
Zhong Yao held the ice-cold Japanese girl, crying and laughing, endlessly muttering, unsure if she was blaming herself or cursing Han Jie Li beside her.
In the distance, at the entrance of the culvert, the sound of dense gunfire erupted once again.
…
“Stop him!”
In the roar of the slaughter guards, all firearms poured fire into the horror monster within the encirclement.
Submachine guns, rifles, shotguns, even mixed with large-caliber anti-material sniper rifles. Unfortunately, not a single bullet could cause any real trouble for the demon before them.
The only bullets capable of piercing the hardened lumps of flesh, fired from large-caliber sniper rifles, were severely diminished in damage from the self-detonation of the flesh lumps. Even more powerful single-man rocket launchers were easily intercepted by the tentacles atop the demon’s head, leading to collateral damage.
The grotesquely large monster rampaged through the gunfire chaos with astounding speed and defense, sending dark arrow soldiers and Wang family knights flying, or tearing them apart; the scene had turned into a bloody hell.
Even the few reckless suicide attacks merely caused the demon to lose a few patches of flesh.
To protect Jiang Yan, Doctor Lu lost an arm, leaning against a tree trunk while continually spitting blood; a certain Wang family viscount was left with only a lower half soaked in blood; the Bloody Dragon Brigade’s slaughter guards were thoroughly bloodied, fainting at the entrance of the culvert.
Liang Tai, dragging his heavily fractured Mongolian robe, shrank away from the battlefield to a water canal, blankly staring towards the battlefield, murmuring to himself.
Behind Liang Tai, the old seventh uncle of the Wang family faintly trembled, his eyes tightly shut, his face twitching, several Wang family knights standing dejectedly around him, not daring to breathe.
Though the old seventh uncle of the Wang family was at the count level, due to his ongoing severe injuries, his strength did not exceed that of an average viscount by much, and he was clearly no match for Fujiwara Kiyoyama at this time. He might manage to stabilize the situation, but if he actually stepped in, he would simply become the first target for the opponent, purely inviting death.
In just five minutes, not only had the Wang family’s elite forces suffered heavy losses, but over thirty soldiers from the Bloody Dragon Brigade or Tactical Brigade had perished, with casualties that were too numerous to count.
Soon, within a fifty-meter radius with the culvert entrance as the center, no one stood; everywhere were bloody severed limbs, or dying people barely clinging to life.
The temporarily sated demon surprisingly sat down amidst the sea of corpses, continuing to feast, its corpulent body visibly swelling.
The encirclement—mostly absent, or more precisely, entirely void.
Support… coordinates…
Evacuate the civilians…
Han Jie Li, clutching his guns, sought cover within the culvert, continuously calling into the communicator on the side of his tactical helmet.
But he didn’t know if the air support carrying ground-strike ordnance could reach the battlefield before everyone on-site was wiped out.
Even if they could make it, who would dare drop heavy bombs here? The nearest village was less than a mile away; to avoid exposing their intentions, Han Jie Li didn’t even conduct evacuation before the battle.
Perhaps from the very beginning, everyone underestimated the true trump card of Fujiwara Kiyoyama, driven to desperation.
Glancing back into the depths of the culvert, Han Jie Li let out a frustrated and desperate sigh.
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On the edge of the blood-soaked battlefield, a figure knelt strangely, having neither participated in the bloody fight nor suffered any harm, as if an invisible person, overlooked by everyone.
Jiang Yan, seemingly having long lost her mental and physical connection to the real world, was at this moment cradling the unconscious Jiang Yao, sunk in a peculiar, dreamy state.
Weird images flashed rapidly in Jiang Yan’s mind like an uncontrolled old film projector, the film tape fast-forwarding continuously, never stopping.
Finally, the strip broke, and all conscious whims abruptly halted.
An image unfolded in her consciousness, continually enlarging before twisting into grotesque, blood-red lines, as a wild scream from deep within the soul echoed in her mind.
Jiang Yan, in a daze, released her grip on Jiang Yao’s body, slowly standing up; her boiling blood activated once again, her blood-red, gemstone-like eyes locked onto the demon dozens of meters away.
The illusory black hole reappeared, invisibly tugging at the black-and-white world in Jiang Yan’s gaze, as everything fractured and warped like a shredded galaxy. Only that blood-red, corpulent figure, radiating an enticing fragrance, remained vividly in her memory.
The demon halted its chewing, turning around; its colossal single eyeball fixated on the slowly approaching black-haired girl.
“Urgh…”
The demon seemed to sense a threat, releasing a low, guttural growl, warning the girl who radiated a strange aura.
Jiang Yan drew closer, yet the demon did not rise, only managing to tremble as its entire body shifted back and forth on the ground, as if all its strength had dissipated in its previous gluttonous feast, rendering it unable to move.
“ROOOOAR~~~~~”
The demon roared again but still could not stop the girl from approaching.
“Don’t go over there…”
Doctor Lu, clutching his severed arm, limped to his feet and weakly called out to Jiang Yan’s back.
The black-haired girl remained undeterred and, moments later, stood at the bloody heap of flesh, quietly gazing at the over two-meter-tall, corpulent demon before her.
“Hey…”
The twisted, gargantuan mass of flesh, resembling a deformed child birthed by giants, finally emitted a low, fearful moan, its trembles becoming increasingly pronounced.
Suddenly, the demon raised one of its deformed arms, gripping a tentacle overhead, yanking it down hard, tearing away a chunk of bloody flesh from its base.
Next, another deformed arm grasped the massive eyeball, squeezing it tightly. The white, red, and yellow juices exploded forth, and the engorged eyeball instantaneously transformed into a deflated sack.
Then, both deformed arms simultaneously tugged at the ends of the massive maw, pulling apart, causing the bulging upper body to split open into a larger, horrifying blood mouth, spilling out heaps of fleshy remnants.
“Urgh…”
The vocal organ within the demon let out a pained whimper, seemingly in tremendous torment at losing control of its body, or in bewilderment.
Puppet, the advanced ability of an Apennine viscount, enables him to strip away bodily control from opponents with a lower blood intensity under extreme pheromone stimulation, turning them into “spectators” who have lost themselves, helplessly watching their own body perform actions that betray their subjective consciousness, as if they were marionettes.
The demon continued to self-mutilate; Jiang Yan took another step closer, her right hand delving deep into the gaping wound in the demon’s body, as a blood-red blade slowly coalesced, withdrawing out.
Once, twice, thrice… with each stab or slice of the blood blade, copious amounts of dark red blood flowed out from the demon’s body, splattering across Jiang Yan’s blank face.
Several minutes passed, and the upper half of the Frankenstein monster already had multiple gaping holes, its mass reduced by a third, nearly unrecognizable.
The demon ceased its self-harm, or perhaps was on the verge of collapse; its corpulent body sagged into a heap, revealing bloodied, deformed organs and a skeleton of pale bones.
Jiang Yan dropped the blood blade, plunging her left hand deep into the demon’s body, a cruel smile twisting her lips.
Countless shattered bones and meat chunks erupted with the blood mist, soaring into the air like a volcanic eruption of flesh and blood.
The unprecedented blood explosion trembled the ground, directly hollowing out the last store of flesh and blood from the demon’s body, transforming into a sky full of flying blood-stained muck and bone shrapnel.
Bathed in blood, Jiang Yan was also flung away by the shockwave of the blood explosion.
(End of Volume Seven)
