Tomb Raiding: My Family's Last Clan Chief is Little Brother

Chapter 163 The King of Ten Thousand Slaves Appears
Upon hearing Wu Xiaoxie's question, Zhang Wuxun twirled his wrist, glanced at the fat man, took out an octagonal silver dart from his pocket, pointed to the small mechanism on it, and said to Wu Xiaoxie, "Give this to the fat man. If there's any emergency, have him press the button on this mechanism and throw it over there to blow it up. The time it buys will be enough for me to retrieve him."

Wu Xiaoxie acted as a messenger, running up to Fatty and relaying Zhang Wuxun's words to him verbatim.

The fat man took the octagonal silver dart, glanced at it, and stuffed it into his pocket. "That's settled. With Mu Yu's words, I can rest assured."

Fatty and Kirk climbed back onto the bronze chains, hanging upside down on the ropes, preparing to find the right spot to lower themselves down so they could wedge the coffin hook into the gap in the coffin.

Wu Xiaoxie was about to speak up and remind the fat man to be careful.

The change happened in an instant.

For some unknown reason, the lock on the climbing rope that Kirk was hanging from suddenly broke and detached from the bronze chain.

Kirk, who was hanging in mid-air, fell straight down, his head slamming heavily against the coffin with a dull thud. His brains splattered, and under the weight of his body, his fragile neck twisted and bent, his cervical vertebrae protruding. He was dead beyond any doubt.

The fat man was still adjusting his rappelling position when he heard the sound and paused for a moment. He thought to himself, "Good heavens, this foreigner is even more impatient than me." The beam of his headlamp was too diffuse, and there were several dark, unidentified objects below. He couldn't pinpoint Kirk's location for the time being, and he had no idea that Kirk was already dead.

Suddenly, Wu Xiaoxie exclaimed, "Fatty, hurry up!"

Before the fat man could react, he felt the rope holding him suddenly start to swing violently, followed by a sharp jolt, and he began to fall uncontrollably.

Fortunately, he had an extra safety rope tied around his waist, which taut and pulled him back just as his head was about to hit the coffin.

The fat man was frozen in mid-air, head down, with Kirk's twisted and grotesque corpse right below him.

The fat man screamed in terror.

The crowd below also grabbed their weapons and aimed them at the sky.

What's on it?
"That kind of bird! That big bird is up there!"

Aning's men shouted and, in their panic, accidentally fired a short shot.

boom--

It was as if a drop of water had been poured into a scalding hot oil pan.

The entire sky above the rift valley instantly erupted into chaos.

The flapping of wings was like a sudden storm, casting a huge shadow over everyone's heads.

Pan Zi fired a flare, which exploded in the sky in a white light.

In an instant, everyone could clearly see countless huge black shadows swirling and rotating above their heads.

As if testing the waters, the larger of the human-faced birds tilted its head, found its target, swooped down, and with a swipe of its sharp talons, snatched a person into the air.

Then the claws loosened, and the man screamed as he crashed into the bronze chains one after another before finally falling to the ground. His limbs twitched and twisted, and the blood foam that spilled from his mouth was mixed with tiny, dark red blood clots.

Everyone stared in shock at the scene before them, their blood seemingly freezing. Suddenly, a series of gunshots shattered the silence, the deafening roar echoing through the empty ravine.

As if signaling a charge, countless enormous shadows swooped down with lightning speed.

Screams and the roar of bullets filled the air.

Aning's men were like grasshoppers scattered in a frenzy, running and fleeing in disarray. Their attacks were completely chaotic. Aning herself was grazed on the arm by a stray bullet and was forced to take cover under a large volcanic rock.

On the other side, Zhang Wuxun emptied a magazine of bullets. Seeing that there was still a gap next to where she was hiding, and that there were many prey at the moment, the human-faced bird had no time to pay attention to that place. So he stuffed the Type 56 pistol and magazine he had grabbed into Wu Xiaoxie's arms, pushed them in that direction, and said urgently, "Quickly get down there and stay there. Don't run around!"

Pan Zi, holding his gun, stood guard beside Wu Sansheng, continuously firing into the air. Seeing that Wu Xiaoxie had taken cover in a sheltered place, he relaxed a little. He fired one last flare to buy time and shouted to Zhang Wuxun, "Muyu, you quickly take Third Master and Little Third Master away. I'm going to save Fatty."

Zhang Wuxun patted Pan Zi on the shoulder, pointed in the direction the human-faced bird had flown from, and shouted, "Fatty, I'm going to save him! You take Third Master and run towards the rift valley!"

Panzi glanced over there, gritted his teeth, and said, "Fine, we'll wait for you up ahead."

After saying that, he waved his hand and roared, "Follow me!" and quickly retreated to one side of the rift valley.

The crowd, now in complete chaos, desperately needed a leader to give orders. Upon hearing this, they immediately disregarded everything else, grabbed the wounded, and fled.

Two of his more loyal subordinates saw that Aning was injured, took a few steps and then turned back, intending to run away with Aning.

One of them even grabbed Wu Xiaoxie, who was standing nearby, and pulled him up as well.

Wu Xiaoxie staggered a step, then suddenly screamed in pain as his left leg gave way and he collapsed to his knees.

When the man saw blood seeping from Wu Xiaoxie's calf, he knew that Wu Xiaoxie had been shot and that he himself might not be able to escape. So he said apologetically, let go of Wu Xiaoxie's leg, and ran away with another person, carrying A Ning.

Wu Xiaoxie, kneeling on the ground, couldn't stop cursing in his heart, "Damn it! You've killed me!"

Having already cut the ropes with his knife, the fat man standing on the coffin was now completely disregarding his surroundings. Above him was a human-faced bird constantly probing and trying to attack him, and below him were ghostly claws with unusually long fingernails that had squeezed open a crack and were trying to squeeze out.

The fat man fired several shots, temporarily forcing back the human-faced bird that wanted to attack him. He quickly took out an octagonal silver dart from his pocket, pressed the mechanism on it, and threw it into the crack of the coffin.

"Wooden fish!" the fat man yelled at the top of his lungs, "Help me!"

Zhang Wuxun drew his knife and ran quickly toward the Nine Dragons Coffin, shouting as he ran, "Quickly climb onto the chains, I'll take the bottom one!"

In times of crisis, human potential is truly limitless. The fat man, stepping on the coffin, leaped up the safety rope and quickly climbed a long way up, using both hands and feet to reach the bronze chain.

With a loud bang, a muffled explosion came from the coffin, and the coffin lid was shaken and shifted slightly.

However, with the coffin blocking the view, the fat man above was not affected by the explosion.

But after the explosion, the fat man's expression did not ease; instead, it became even more terrified. While firing his gun to repel the human-faced bird that lunged at him, he shouted, "He's alive! He's alive! The King of Ten Thousand Slaves is alive!"

The nine centipedes locked to the stone pillars around the coffin were also awakened, but instead of climbing randomly, they moved in an organized and disciplined manner, forming a... staircase?! between the coffin, the stone platform, and the ground!
Thank you so much, Nie Mowangqing, for the generous donation of 10 Qidian Coins! Hooray! Sending love!
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