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

Chapter 164 Battle of Life and Death
The fat man cried out in terror, "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!
It was as if they were preparing to welcome their king's arrival.

Damn! Have these giant insects become sentient?
At this moment, Zhang Wuxun had no time to think wildly, because the Wan Nu King in the coffin had already lifted the roof cover of his house and was preparing to climb out.

The octagonal silver dart had just shattered its two arms, and foul-smelling blood was dripping from the cuts, but it did not affect its movement in the slightest.

The King of Ten Thousand Slaves felt no pain. It twisted its remaining ten long arms, like a snake, as it crawled out of the coffin. Then it stood up and, as if an emperor were ascending the throne, stepped onto the nine centipede-like steps, swaying as it was about to descend the stone platform.

Its target was the enormous bronze door embedded in the narrow wall of the rift valley, two doors tightly joined together, sealed with human skin and blood wax, exuding a faint and ominous aura.

We absolutely cannot let it go through that door!

Zhang Wuxun stepped onto a volcanic rock and leaped up. As the Wan Nu King descended the last step and slowly bent down to crawl like an insect, Zhang Wuxun jumped onto its massive back.

With both hands gripping the skull sword, he swung it with all his might. A flash of cold light, and the sharp blade bypassed the already decayed and faded Jurchen armor on Wan Nu Wang's body, slashing straight towards Wan Nu Wang's neck, which was only half covered by his helmet.

With one slash, Zhang Wuxun suddenly felt as if the knife in his hand had sunk into soft, slippery mud, and for a moment it was stuck and he couldn't pull it out.

Zhang Wuxun simply flipped over and, following the trajectory of his movement and the force of gravity, slashed a large circle from left to right across the back of Wan Nu Wang's neck, finally wedging itself in the gap of the helmet and into the flesh.

Zhang Wuxun pushed off the ground with both feet, using his own weight to stop Wan Nu Wang's forward momentum. He looked up and roared at the fat man who was squatting on the bronze chains, dumbfounded, "Fatty, explosives!"

The fat man snapped out of his daze, hurriedly pulled out the detonator strapped to his waist, shouted "Catch!", and tossed it with a flick of his wrist.

At the same time, Zhang Wuxun gripped the hilt of the knife with both hands, bent his knees and half-knelt, lowered his waist, and swung it down hard with the momentum.

Blood splattered everywhere.

The sharp blade of the skull knife sliced ​​through the neck and throat of the King of Ten Thousand Slaves, causing his enormous head to droop, with only a bit of skin still attached.

Wan Nu Wang staggered and fell to the ground, finally belatedly sensing that something was wrong. However, it still did not make any attacking moves. Its drooping head did not affect its movement at all. With its remaining ten hands supporting its massive body, it still stubbornly crawled towards the bronze door, and its speed even increased considerably.

This is an unkillable monster!

A cold glint flashed in Zhang Wuxun's eyes. The tattoo on his right cheek seemed to sense his killing intent. After licking off the blood of the King of Ten Thousand Slaves, a bright red flame ignited and grew even brighter.

Since we can't kill it, let's blow it to smithereens!
Let it shatter so badly it can't be put back together!

"then!"

The fat man pulled out a bundle of detonators and threw it at Zhang Wuxun.

Zhang Wuxun stretched out his right hand behind him, grabbed the detonator without even looking, and held it in his hand.

He ran two quick steps, performed a somersault over the body of the King of Ten Thousand Slaves, and twisted his body the instant he landed. As the King of Ten Thousand Slaves' body rushed towards him, he stretched out his hand and embedded a detonator directly into the King of Ten Thousand Slaves' bloody and mangled wound, which was then tightly adhered to by the soft flesh inside his chest.

After Zhang Wuxun landed a successful blow, he quickly dodged to the side and ran towards the rock where Wu Xiaoxie was hiding, knife in hand.

The fat man had already jumped down from the bronze chains and was waiting with his gun in hand.

"fry!"

"Alright~" the fat man replied fiercely, dodging Zhang Wuxun and unleashing a barrage of shots at the King of Ten Thousand Slaves. Zhang Wuxun didn't even turn his head, sliding down his knees and darting under the rocks.

A bullet, gleaming silver, made intimate contact with the detonator, sparking a brilliant burst of light.

In its excitement to celebrate its birth, Spark accidentally ignited its new friend, the detonator.

boom--

In an instant, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the body of the King of Ten Thousand Slaves shattered. The shockwave from the explosion, along with air currents and debris, swept over everything.

Zhang Wuxun and the other two lay on the ground, covering their ears. Their chests, pressed against the ground, were throbbing with pain from the shockwave. The bird droppings, feathers, pebbles, and bone fragments thrown by the blast wave nearly buried them.

"Bah bah bah!"

The fat man got up, spat out the filth he had accidentally swallowed, slung the gun over his shoulder, and together with Zhang Wuxun, helped Wu Xiaoxie up.

As soon as Wu Xiaoxie stood up, he cried out in pain and tried to slide down.

Zhang Wuxun stared at his leg anxiously, "What happened to you? Did you get hurt in the explosion?"

Wu Xiaoxie waved his hand with difficulty, "No, I was hit by a stray bullet from some scoundrel earlier. I've already used a bandage to stop the bleeding. Don't worry, I'm fine."

Upon hearing that Wu Xiaoxie had been shot, Zhang Wuxun's jaw muscles tensed up, and veins bulged on his forehead. "Damn it, stop talking! You're alright? Alright my ass! Save your energy and don't let yourself pass out."

The fat man ran out and gathered a few guns and backpacks filled with bullets that Ah Ning's men had left behind when they fled. He came running back, yelling, "We have to run! The flares are going out, and those idiots are going to riot!"

Zhang Wuxun looked around and discovered that the crack with openings on both sides that appeared in the original plot was right behind the volcanic rocks where they had just been hiding.

Zhang Wuxun bent down and tossed Wu Xiaoxie onto his back, holding the knife in his right hand and wrapping his left arm around Wu Xiaoxie's legs. "Hold on tight."

Then, pointing his chin at the crack, he said to the fat man, "There's a gap over there. The human-faced bird is too big to fit in. Let's hide there."

"Okay." The fat man nodded, holding his gun and following beside Zhang Wuxun and the other man.

The three hid in the crevice.

Zhang Wuxun carefully put Wu Xiaoxie down and had Fatty put the empty magazine and the backpack filled with bullets next to him. "Tianzhen, you help us reload the bullets. Fatty, we'll each guard one exit. We absolutely can't let those monkeys from the strange bird's beak rush in."

"understand!"

Wu Xiaoxie and Fatty spoke in unison.

Wu Xiaoxie had a leg injury and it was difficult for him to stand up. Logistics work was the most suitable job for him.

Zhang Wuxun and Fatty quickly used the surrounding rubble to build a half-waist-high shelter at the openings on both sides of the crack.

It was hastily piled up, so it can't be said to be very sturdy, but it can hold out for a while.

The fat man carried a gun on his back and held it at the same time, his index finger resting on the ring. His chubby face was devoid of its usual lively smile, and his expression was solemn, ready for battle at any moment.

(End of this chapter)