Then let the witch offer her loyalty

Inside the bus, Zhou Si and the rest of the family screamed in terror at the sudden loud noise. Some instinctively covered their heads, while others clung tightly to the handrails, their faces pale.

Thick smoke billowed out from all around the barrier, carrying the acrid smell of gunpowder and burnt metal. Alexander was forced back several steps by the shockwave.

"Damn it..." he couldn't help but curse under his breath.

His magnetic field control is not limitless; he can easily stop ordinary bullets and rockets.

However, the main gun of a tank has too much kinetic energy, and taking a direct hit is quite stressful.

The Dead Apostles, seeing that Alexander was being suppressed, became extremely excited and unleashed even more frenzied firepower.

A barrage of bullets and shells rained down like a storm, filling the air with a continuous whistling and explosion sound, as if the entire battlefield was trembling.

With so much ammunition, if every single one had to bounce back, the consumption would be far too great.

Alexander is preparing to change tactics.

His eyes darkened, and he spread his arms again.

"Om-"

A large area of ​​strong magnetic control appeared ahead of the convoy. As soon as bullets and shells entered this area, they were like being trapped in a viscous swamp, their speed dropped sharply, and they were immediately locked by an invisible magnetic force, suspended in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, more munitions rushed in, but all of them froze at the last moment, hovering densely in mid-air, forming a terrifying steel cloud.

"Don't panic, everyone hide behind me!"

Alexander shouted into the communicator on his shoulder, his steady voice carrying a reassuring tone.

"This Death Apostle army is isolated, and their ammunition won't last long. I'll deplete their stockpile soon!"

As soon as Alexander finished speaking, a sudden whistling wind rang in his ears, and a fierce gust of wind pressure approached from behind.

He looked closely and saw a figure rush out of the magnetic field protection circle he had set up, turning into a blur in the blink of an eye, and rushing towards the Dead Apostle's position from the front.

Alexander's face darkened instantly, and he couldn't help but curse, "Damn it! Why did she rush in again?!"

Wolf Moon's eyes were now covered in blood red, his pupils contracted to the size of needles, and a violent light surged in his eyes, as if he wanted to tear everything apart.

Wolf Moon was riding a motorcycle, escorting the convoy from behind, when he suddenly heard that there were dead men blocking the road ahead.

Her job was to protect the rear of the convoy to prevent any ambushes from attacking from behind.

But as the battle raged on the front lines, she felt waves of blood pounding against her forehead, and all her responsibilities were forgotten.

The mad blood of the horse spun, the power of a million horses!

Just do it!

The Dead Apostles also noticed this reckless charging figure.

"Eehahaha! You're asking for it!"

"Kill her! Turn her into a sieve!"

"Da da da da——"

The machine gun fired wildly, and spent cartridges flew like raindrops, making a clanging sound when they hit the ground. The dense bullets wove into streaks of fire in an instant.

More than a dozen rockets, trailing long plumes of flame and carrying a pungent smell of gunpowder, hurtled towards us.

However, Wolf Moon made no attempt to dodge; she braced herself against the onslaught of fire and plunged forward.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft—"

The bullets made muffled thuds as they struck her body, and the high-speed impact carried away blood, turning it into dark red petals that bloomed in the air.

In an instant, Wolf Moon's body was pierced with hundreds of gashes, and hot blood gushed down his body, quickly staining his clothes with a large red hue.

But there was no pain on her blood-stained face; each bullet wound only made her smile more maniacal.

The accumulation of injuries caused her mad blood to surge and boil, multiplying her power and bringing extreme excitement, with the desire to kill rising within her.

"Is that all you've got?!?"

Wolf Moon howled wildly, and in the next instant, the ground beneath her feet suddenly exploded. Using this explosive force, she leaped up, her body soaring into the air like a blood-red meteor.

She gathered her strength in a brief leap, her muscles tensing to their limit, and then slammed into the Death Apostle line.

"Boom!!!"

The impact created a huge crater in the ground, and the shockwave sent the surrounding Dead Men flying. Some were even ruptured in mid-air, coughing up blood.

Before the most suicidal apostle closest to Wolf Moon could even raise his gun, he saw a fist with afterimages coming straight at him.

In an instant, the Dead Apostle's skull shattered under the heavy blow, his entire head was smashed open, and his body was also slammed into the ground, half of his torso buried in the earth, his mangled limbs twisting and twitching at unnatural angles.

This scene was like a wolf among sheep. Wolf Moon pounced wildly among the Dead Apostles, stirring up waves of blood and leaving only broken pieces of corpses in its wake.

Her strength was so overwhelming that she didn't even need to hit the target directly; even just grazing the enemy's shoulder was enough to rip off their entire arm.

If you get hit hard, you won't even have a complete corpse left. Your bones will be crushed in an instant, and your flesh will be ground into a shapeless lump of minced meat.

Just as Wolf Moon was indiscriminately killing the disciples, a muffled rumble sounded not far away.

The heavy tank began to turn, its tracks grinding over gravel and bloody mud, and the muzzle of its gun adjusted accordingly, the sound of metal gears rubbing together was particularly grating.

Before long, the cannon of this steel behemoth locked onto Wolf Moon's back.

Wolf Moon, however, was completely absorbed in the slaughter and oblivious to all of this.

Alexander was too far away to be intercepted by the magnetic field, so he could only yell, "Wolf Moon, watch out behind you!"

Wolf Moon's earlobes twitched slightly, and he was about to turn around—

"Boom!!" With a deafening explosion, the tungsten alloy armor-piercing projectile was fired from the barrel, leaving a trail of blazing white light as it hurtled toward Wolf Moon.

This bullet, powerful enough to pierce thick steel plates, tore apart the distance between the two sides in an instant with unstoppable force, leaving no room for evasion.

"Bang!!" Wolf Moon was hit directly in the face. The huge penetrating force exploded into a cloud of scarlet blood mist on her face. Flesh, blood and bone fragments flew in all directions, and the battlefield seemed to be covered with a warm and sticky rain of blood.

Bathed in the blood of Wolf Moon, the Death Apostles were in a state of extreme excitement, leaning forward and backward, letting out hysterical laughter.

"Hahaha! Did you see that? Her head exploded!!"

"Oh, how pathetic! His coolness only lasted three seconds!"

"Get out of the way! I want to smear her body!"

Chapter 231 Another Mound of Jing

The laughter of the Dead Apostles rose and fell, hurling insults at Wolf Moon.

Just as they were at the height of their arrogance, their laughter suddenly stopped.

As the blood mist floating in the air gradually sank, a blurry figure slowly emerged from it.

Wolf Moon was not killed and fell down as the Dead Apostle had expected. She still stood there motionless. Half of her face had indeed been shattered by the force of the armor-piercing bullet, with exposed bones and torn flesh, and the wound was extremely gruesome.

What's most astonishing is that the armor-piercing bullet that should have pierced her skull was actually being held firmly in her mouth!

Wolf Moon's sharp teeth were deeply embedded in the hard metal shell of the cannonball, with fine cracks appearing at the roots of his teeth. Blood gushed down from the corners of his mouth, completely staining his jaw red.

Those blood-red eyes burned with a pure and intense fighting desire—the innate joy and bloodlust of a predator facing resistance from its prey.

Wolf Moon slowly raised his chin, allowing all the Dead Apostles to see the armor-piercing bullet nestled between his teeth.

A bloodthirsty, sinister smile crept across her lips.

"Ka-ka-ka-"

Under the astonished gaze of the Dead Apostles, accompanied by the sound of metal cracking under extreme pressure, the tungsten alloy armor-piercing bullet was actually bitten to pieces by Wolf Moon, turning into fragments of metal that fell to the ground.

At that moment, the air seemed to freeze.

The disciples who were laughing so hard their stomachs hurt just moments ago could no longer laugh, and some even unconsciously took a few steps back.

Wolf Moon spat out the fragments from his mouth and licked the blood from his lips with the tip of his tongue, an action like that of a wild beast licking its claws, carrying contempt and provocation towards the weak.

Her voice was low and hoarse, yet it clearly reached the ears of every Dead Apostle.

"It's my turn!"

In an instant, Wolf Moon sped out from the billowing smoke, its blood-soaked figure transforming into a red lightning bolt amidst the hail of bullets.

Her blood-red eyes, influenced by madness, reflected the chaotic battlefield. The flames spitting from the gun barrels seemed like mere fireflies in her vision. Her figure trailed a blood-red path as she charged straight toward the tank that had just fired.

The tank was turning its heavy turret, but compared to the speed of the Wolf Moon, the mechanical bearings were simply too slow. The muzzle couldn't lock onto the speeding figure at all, and the distance between the two was torn apart in an instant.

"Boom!!!" Wolf Moon slammed into the tank's frontal armor like an enraged beast, and the 1000mm thick composite armor shattered and exploded instantly under the terrifying impact.

This steel behemoth, weighing over sixty tons, was completely out of control. The entire vehicle was thrown off the ground and flew more than ten meters like a kite with a broken string before crashing heavily to the ground with a deafening roar, sending up a ring of metal fragments.

Blood trickled from between Wolf Moon's sharp teeth, and his hot breath turned into puffs of white mist in the cold wind. His eyes burned with an extremely violent killing intent.

She struck again, leaping onto the top of the tank and stomping heavily on the deformed steel plate, the shouts and curses of the dead men inside the vehicle echoing beneath her feet.

Wolf Moon plunged his hands into the gaps in the turret base, veins bulging like pythons beneath his skin. With a furious roar, a piercing sound of metal breaking suddenly rang out.

The turret's welded joints were forcibly broken, and the gears and latches were completely shattered. The turret, which was so heavy that it required a hydraulic system to even turn, was torn off by Wolf Moon like a radish being pulled up.

The smell of bolts and machine oil mixed with the heat wave hit him. Wolf Moon hugged the long cannon barrel, lifted the turret above his head, and then slammed it down.

"Boom!!!" The heavy turret crashed onto the tank's already shattered hull, the shockwave sweeping around and completely destroying the vehicle.

Before the crew members in the cockpit could even utter a cry, they were crushed into a mass of mangled flesh. Blood gushed out from the gaps in the deformed steel plates, flowing down the vehicle body in winding, dark red streaks.

Wolf Moon continued to destroy tanks without stopping, gripping the cannon barrel and swinging the turret around like an axe.

The heavy metal behemoth slammed into the surrounding Dead Apostles who had no time to retreat, accompanied by a whooshing sound. Even with their bodies mutated by madness, they could not withstand this terrifying force, and their bodies shattered completely the moment they were hit.

The stench of blood on the battlefield was so strong it was nauseating, but it only fueled Wolf Moon's burning gaze.

She swung the turret and smashed anyone in sight. The dull thuds of impact echoed as countless assassins were hit one after another, their bodies smashed to pieces, and severed limbs and fragments flew more than ten meters away.

After smashing one group, they would rush to another and continue smashing. These deadly bandits, who were fierce and deadly to ordinary people, were as fragile as paper and had no room to resist in the face of even greater violence.

Just as one of the assassins raised his rocket launcher, before he could even steady his shoulder, an overwhelming shadow loomed over him from the side.

The turret slammed into the Dead Apostle with a terrifying whistling sound, and the twisted and broken body was smashed away like a tattered sack, turning into a pool of bloody and mangled fragments.

Another assassin hid behind an armored vehicle, intending to use it as cover to launch a counterattack, but before he could get there, Wolf Moon swung the turret and threw him at him.

The heavy turret, accompanied by a gust of wind, struck the Dead Apostle squarely in the back. With a sharp crack, his body was smashed to pieces, his mangled remains crushed on the ground by the turret, his exposed limbs still twitching, and blood pooling in the ground.

The outcome of the battle was no longer in doubt.

Wolf Moon charged toward the remaining armored vehicles, tearing apart the thick hulls with his bare hands. One vehicle after another was pried open by Wolf Moon like cans, and the dead men inside were powerless to resist. They were torn apart and thrown into the air, along with their seats, leaving trails of blood in the air.

Some armored vehicles were also violently crushed by the Wolf Moon, their bodies instantly collapsing, and their fuel and ammunition detonating simultaneously, turning the surrounding area crimson with towering flames.

Wolf Moon roamed the battlefield with impunity, turning armored vehicles into twisted metal wreckage one by one. Those steel fortresses that should have driven infantry to despair were like paper in her hands, easily crushed with a flick of her wrist.

Faced with absolute power, no matter how much the remaining Dead Apostles struggled, it was useless. Wolf Moon's claws tore them all apart, and the sound of bodies breaking mixed with blood splattering formed a bloody battlefield symphony.

"Pfft!"

As the last Dead Apostle was killed, the clamor of the battlefield subsided, leaving only intermittent explosions and the crackling of flames.

Amidst the billowing smoke, Wolf Moon stood in the center of the battlefield, surrounded by wreckage of flesh and metal, the air thick with the stench of blood and burnt metal.

In those blood-red eyes, a frenzied fighting spirit still burned, seemingly unsatisfied.

She raised her head, letting the wind blow away the blood droplets on her face and hair. A mournful wolf howl erupted from her throat, piercing the scorching air and shaking the entire plain.

“Ouch——!!!”

...

The smoke of battle had not yet completely dissipated, and embers burned and spread among the shattered metal and mangled corpses.

Alexander walked to Chen Moxin's side, and the two of them looked together at the small figure standing in the distance amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

At this moment, Wolf Moon's wounds were truly shocking. His entire body was covered with countless bullet holes, and many metal fragments from the explosion were embedded in his flesh. His clothes were already stained red with blood.

The most serious injury was the wound on his face caused by a direct hit from the main gun of a tank. Half of his face was torn apart, with flesh torn up and large areas charred black, making him look extremely gruesome.

However, these wounds, which would be fatal to an ordinary person, are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The torn flesh writhed and closed inward, the oozing blood congealed and was covered by the tender skin, the charred burn marks faded, revealing the new skin underneath, leaving only shallow marks.

Alexander raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but exclaim, "What an eerie ability..."

The psychic power of Frenzied Blood is extremely domineering. Its activation is related to injury; the more severe the physical injury, the stronger the psychic power becomes.

This is not only reflected in the fact that the more severe the injury, the stronger the strength, but also in the fact that the body's self-healing ability will accelerate as the injury becomes more severe.