The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 94 Rupture
The bone-chopping steel knife smashed through the transparent laser beam receiving window of the Hellfire missile like a bamboo, and the proximity fuze moved in response to the sound, and issued an electromagnetic command as the machine operated.

The high-energy mixed explosive, weighing 6 kilograms, detonated.

The flames soared into the sky, and the arc-shaped shock waves visible to the naked eye lifted the snow layer below, and the dense forest covered in silver in the far distance trembled, shaking off branches and leaves.

Hot black sand was mixed with the icy snow surface, and the heat generated by the explosion steamed and smoked, obscuring sight.

Four AH-4A Apache helicopter gunships arrived late, hovering high in the sky, and surveying the scene below with the searchlights as bright as day.

Each of these armed helicopters can mount up to 16 Hellfire anti-tank missiles. There is also a 30mm single-tube chain gun under the nose, which is loaded with M-789 high-explosive armor-piercing anti-kill bombs, which can easily penetrate light armored vehicles. Even the side armor of the main battle tank.

In other words, in front of these four Apache gunships, even a fortress made of steel will be torn to pieces.

No matter how strong a butcher is, he is still a body of flesh and blood.

After the explosion, its upper body armor had already shown a semi-melted appearance, its huge body was on the verge of falling, and it had to kneel down on one knee, barely supporting its huge weight.

Even so, Lars Gul-Eir remained extremely cautious not to approach the smoky battlefield,

The leader of the assassins squinted his eyes, pressed the communication headset, and ordered hoarsely: "Fire the chain gun."

The chains of ammunition sprayed out by the four armed helicopters weaved into a dense firepower net symbolizing death, and the butcher trembled as he was about to get up when he was hit by tens of thousands of bullets.

The searchlight beam swept back and forth, and the observer on the helicopter said to the leader of the assassins after many confirmations: "The target has been resolved."

In Lars Gul Al's sight, the butcher had been completely reduced to a puddle of fragrant, burnt meat, and the thick armor it wore was also crumbled and shattered, stained with muddy blood stuck in the snow. in the ground.

finally died.

The leader of the assassins let out a breath of foul air slowly, and let the shadow fighters in the back cabin of the helicopter descend to the snow through ropes.

The Shadow Warriors of the League of Assassins took out the large body bag and the small transparent isolation bag from the package very skillfully, first bagged all the scattered corpses of night owls and claws, and then carefully packed the butcher's armor, minced meat.

Deathstroke, who survived the explosion by chance, climbed up with difficulty, glanced at Lars Gul-Eir from a distance, did not approach to speak, but quietly hid himself, and limped towards the depths of the dense forest go.

This time it was really a failure, not to mention whether the Owl Court, which suffered a lot of losses, was willing to settle the rest of the money for itself, even if it was paid, it might not be worth the cost of repairing these two top katana swords.

Just when he was frowning and thinking, he heard a greeting of "good evening" coming from in front of him.

The death knell raised his head abruptly, and at some point a few meters in front of him stood a strange young man wearing a strange mask and a loose white coat, looking at him with interest.

Fear gripped the heart of Death Knell immediately. As the top assassin in the world, no one had ever been able to pass through his warning range and approach such a close distance without a sound.

Almost like a ghost.

The samurai sword covered with dense gaps and cracks was held in his hand, and the death knell was like a spring stretched to the extreme, ready to bully him at all times, and immediately turned around and fled after feinting.

It was Li Ang who came. He glanced at the death knell and pointed to the battlefield shrouded in searchlights in the distance, "It's very lively there."

"." Deathstroke hesitated for a moment, then said dryly, "Yes."

Li Ang was still standing loosely leaning against the tree trunk, and asked casually, "Where did you just escape from?"

Death Bell's hairs were all on end, and he almost raised his samurai sword in his hand, but the other party's casual posture finally made him stop, "...um."

"Let's lead the way then."

The fear engraved in the biological instincts forced Death Knell to walk ahead obediently, unable even to raise the idea of ​​resistance, just leading the way dully and with a hollow mind.

Lars Gul Al sat on the ground recovering his strength, surrounded by shadow warrior soldiers. When he saw the death knell walking out of the dense forest, he wanted to exchange a few words before letting his subordinates capture him.

Just as he was about to make a move, he saw a strange figure walking out from behind the death knell.

"who are you?"

The leader of the assassins was on guard in secret, and the four armed helicopters hovering in the sky swept over the searchlights, bathing Li Ang in the light.

"Me? I should be the one you are waiting for, right?"

Li Ang shook his white coat, holding a hard-bottomed form commonly used by doctors in his hand, and took out a hero brand pen from his pocket, and wrote something on the form.

A chill surged from the bottom of the leader's heart at this moment. He stared blankly at the bloody butcher, then at Li Ang, who looked like a doctor, and glanced back and forth between the two.

Lars Gul Lal flicked his fingers calmly, secretly instructing the shadow warriors to aim at each other. As long as Li Ang made a slight movement, the armed helicopters in the sky and the shadow warrior soldiers on the ground would all shoot in unison.

"Well, the mutant code-named 'The Butcher' transformed from Baron Sterak's heart cells still has a lot of room for improvement," Li Ang wrote and drew with a pen, as if he couldn't see the black muzzles of the guns. , and kept muttering in his mouth: "The surface defense of the original body is about equivalent to a 300mm special alloy steel plate. If you count the chain, it can probably resist it head-on."

The leader of the assassins didn't want to listen any more, he clenched his fists hard.

The pilot of the Apache helicopter gunship pressed the button, and the chain gun sprayed flames, while the ordinary soldiers below also fired with their guns.

In the rain of bullets, Li Ang pulled out his hand and snapped his fingers casually, "Restriction release, [-]%."

The steel fragments and charred minced meat scattered on the ground suddenly trembled, and expanded hundreds of times and thousands of times in an instant, forming a dense and thick giant city wall, sheltering in front of Li Ang.

"The production process of this butcher is extremely complicated. First, I took the cells of Baron Sterak that had been strengthened by the super potion, and processed a large lump of polyps without self-consciousness through a petri dish. Then, with the Nordic Looney pattern technique, I made it This polyp creates a false soul,"

The aftermath of the explosion dissipated and the smoke and dust cleared away. Under the terrified eyes of everyone, Li Ang showed his figure from behind the dilapidated but still standing flesh and blood city wall.
"Secondly, use the voodoo 'corpse barbarian' technique that has been passed down for thousands of years in Black Africa to shape nerves, tendons, blood, and bones for the meat, and finally use the Wanhua cardinal box to simulate the basic steel armor as the last piece of meat. A layer of bondage."

Following Li Ang's words, the city wall of flesh and blood began to squirm from slow to fast, and dense, layer upon layer of pink and tender granulation grew on it.

"30.00% strength, the butcher's size, strength, and speed will skyrocket."

Li Ang raised a finger.

The leader of the assassins had already sensed something, he waved his hand, and roared hoarsely: "Fire!"

"60.00% strength, the butcher will grow four arms, and he can open steles and crack stones by raising his hands and feet."

Li Ang still didn't care, his white coat fluttered in the wind, and his second finger stood up.

"One hundred percent strength is the most extreme situation. The armor supported by the Wanhua cardinal box is not only a shield against external damage, but also a prison for restraining the butcher himself."

The four Apaches pumped their chain guns like crazy, and the pods below fired Hellfire anti-tank rockets in unison.

"When this layer of armor breaks, the butcher who has completely lost his restraint will follow the instinct of the cells and start to proliferate endlessly."

Four rockets shot out, but were suddenly intercepted at high altitude.

Hundreds of confused and hesitant faces appeared on the flesh and blood city wall, crying and screaming, and hundreds of vigorous and burly humanoid arms grew out, spreading for a distance of nearly a hundred meters, holding the rocket warhead.

The third finger stands in the wind.

The wall of flesh blocked the bombardment. Before the four Apaches scrambled into the air, those arms were twisted together, like vines reaching straight to the sky, like drill bits penetrating everything. The longer they grew, the higher they pierced through all the armed helicopters from bottom to top. .

Li Ang put on the cap of the pen, and walked over slowly. The background board was the city wall of flesh and blood that covered the sky and covered the sun, slowly falling towards the ground.

Lars Gul Lal was completely desperate, and asked softly with empty eyes: "Who the hell are you?"

"Me?" Li Ang smiled slightly, put the pen back in his pocket, and said calmly, "It's just an enthusiastic citizen who came out to hang out on Christmas Eve."

(End of this chapter)