Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

They don't care.

They looked at Tuden, their eager eyes seeing only themselves.

……

"Well... then..." Tuden murmured, his tone numb and calm, "I'll have to trouble you all to help me out in the days to come..."

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"what!"

Zhang Renfeng suddenly grinned, tilted his head slightly, and burst into a terrifying laugh, "Hahaha... Hahahaha! Ahahahahaha—!!"

He finally saw the town clearly.

"What are you laughing at? You outsiders would never understand." Butcher looked at him with disgust, making a gesture as if shooing away flies. "We've already reached an agreement. This is none of your business, and you're not welcome here! Get out! Get out now!"

His answer was the dark muzzle of a gun.

"Wait……"

"boom--!!"

Zhang Renfeng pulled the trigger, blowing his head off with a single shot.

Blood and flesh splattered out; he didn't even leave a last word before turning into a spray of blood.

"I've changed my mind." Zhang Renfeng suddenly opened his eyes, his murderous intent blazing, and burst into wild laughter. "We're not infiltrating anymore..."

"Charge straight in and kill them all, leave no one alive!!!"

Chapter 447: Burning Quietly

what to do? "

Edley's cold voice came from behind them. The two men in gray robes froze, instinctively standing up, revealing the playing cards on the ground.

“Well… Mr. Edley, nothing much, it’s just… tonight was really tough, and it was cold outside. We wanted to cheer ourselves up, and since we ran out of wine, we decided to play cards…”

"Boom!"

Before he could finish speaking, Edley punched him hard in the face, so hard that it knocked out one of his teeth. Blood and spittle flew everywhere, and the unfortunate man in the gray robe fell to the ground with a thud. He covered his mouth but dared not scream. The other man, who hadn't been punched, cowered and lowered his head, avoiding eye contact with Edley.

In an organizational structure, he is a typical middle-level leader.

He was obsequious and absolutely obedient to his superiors, yet incredibly harsh and intolerant of mistakes from his subordinates, all while demanding they do his work. Because his attitude towards his subordinates was superficial and lacked finesse, his superiors, being shrewd, could easily see that he wasn't a kind person. Therefore, they wouldn't consider him one of their own, but rather a useful tool.

Putting aside whether it's generous or not, it's easy to use, it's really easy to use.

Especially at times like this, someone like him is needed to organize the rest of his men.

"I should have warned you, tonight is a very important moment, and there can be no mistakes!"

Edley raised his voice slightly and said in a deep voice, "Think carefully about what kind of people we were before the inn recruited us?"

"Beggars, thieves, thugs—the kind of people who walk down the street and no one even wants to give them a second glance! Wearing this gray robe, we finally look somewhat human, and people are willing to speak to us as equals. Everything we have is thanks to the inn and Mr. Newman!"

"Now is the time for us to give back. No one is allowed to falter at such a crucial moment!"

"I'll repeat myself, tonight's mission is to keep a close watch on the inn's sanctuary. Even if a fly tries to get in..."

“Mr. Edley!” a gray-robed man called out, interrupting him. “There’s a carriage coming from the west.”

Edley's expression hardened. "Stop them, quick!"

"Hey! Martial law is in effect tonight. No carriages allowed here. Slow down immediately! Immediately... Ah—!!"

The carriage showed no sign of slowing down and rushed straight over, running over the gray-robed man blocking its path.

"Warning!" Edley immediately realized something was wrong and shouted.

"laugh----!!"

Just then, the driver pulled on the reins, bringing the carriage to a sudden stop, carving two deep ruts into the stone road. With unimaginable brute force, he brought the carriage to a halt about ten meters from the man in the gray robe.

Judging from the depth of the tire tracks, the vehicle was definitely carrying some kind of heavy object.

“I told you, there’s a curfew tonight. No matter what’s in the truck, no one is allowed to pass!” Edley warned again. “Get out of the truck, leave the cargo behind, we need to inspect it!”

"..."

He was about ten meters away and couldn't see the person's face or expression clearly, but he was certain that his voice had reached them.

And indeed, the man gently jumped down from the driver's seat of the carriage.

“That’s right, don’t make any rash moves.” Edley walked slowly towards him, saying in a deep voice, “Now, slowly unload the goods from your wagon…”

……

He was speaking halfway through when suddenly his words caught in his throat, and Edley's pupils dilated sharply.

After detaching the reins from the carriage, the man bent his knees slightly, gripped one corner of the carriage with both hands, and lifted the entire carriage off the ground as if it were a spring up from the ground. The carriage swayed slightly, but overall, those strong arms completely supported its weight!

The visual impact of this scene was so astonishing that he couldn't immediately tell whether what he was seeing was reality or an illusion.

"you……"

He picked up the kerosene lamp, and in its light, he finally saw Zhang Renfeng's face, which was laughing wildly.

"Hahahaha—!! Taking them off one by one is taking way too much time, isn't it?" He lowered his center of gravity slightly, the muscles in his arms tensing instantly, and he said angrily, "If you want to see so much, I'll let you see as much as you want all at once!"

"boom-----!!!"

The entire carriage, propelled by his astonishing strength, was hurled at them. The gray-robed figures, already huddled together, couldn't dodge in time and were struck along with it. The carriage sped across the road, sparks flying and a deafening whistling sound. It barely came to a stop, almost entirely thanks to the gray-robed figure's body acting as a cushion.

Smoke and dust were everywhere.

Debris exploded.

The gray-robed figures, thrown into the air by the impact, lay on the ground like rats being trampled to death, emitting faint, pitiful cries.

Flesh-colored mycelium grew inside them and began to repair their damaged limbs.

"Ugh... How is this possible..." Edley, who wasn't directly hit by the carriage, barely managed to stay conscious. He shook his head, his inverted perspective making him sway. "Without Ruofu's blessing, how could a mere mortal possibly have such strength..."

A strange smell entered his nostrils, making him shudder and sense that something bad was about to happen.

Without a second thought for Zhang Renfeng, he immediately turned his head and saw that the crushed carriage was dripping a black liquid.

"oil?"

Zhang Renfeng stepped back a few paces and precisely fired a bullet into the carriage.

----

"boom------!!!"

fire.

light.

heat.

The flower formed by these three elements bloomed at this crossroads, engulfing and devouring the regenerating gray-robed figures nearby; no one could escape its grasp.

He heard the screams of the mycelium penetrating their bodies. At this moment, their regenerative abilities became a form of torture, meaning they were more resistant to burning and had to endure the agony of being engulfed in flames for a few more seconds before turning into a pile of charred remains.

Burning wood chips and fragments scattered and flew everywhere, reflected in Zhang Renfeng's eyes like shooting stars.

"Ahhh!! Ah—!!"

Some people's heads melted, and the mycelium emerging from them danced wildly like torches.

"As expected of a scientist, the product you extracted is incredibly pure." Zhang Renfeng crouched down and pressed the muzzle of the Volcano Pistol against Edley's head. "I remember you said before... that you weren't afraid of death, right?"

……

His lower body was struck by a piece of wood that flew out during the explosion and severed at the waist.

The mycelium splattered out like fresh blood, wriggling at the broken points in his body, but it was to no avail; it could not replace all his internal organs.

"cough!"

Feeling the intense heat and flames, Edley coughed up blood, his eyes turning into frozen, lifeless water.

He struggled, raising his still-movable neck, and stared intently at Zhang Renfeng, "We will...live forever in the 'road'!"

"Is that so?" Zhang Renfeng looked at him expressionlessly. "It's a real shame. No matter where you go, you'll always be cannon fodder."

……

"ah----!!"

Edley let out a shriek, his face suddenly splitting open, and scalding mycelium seemed to come alive, trying to attach itself to Zhang Renfeng's body.

"boom--!"

A high-explosive shell was fired into his skull, completely shattering his intentions. Zhang Renfeng shook his wrist to remove the substance stuck to his sleeve, got up and left without looking at him again.

On the ground, gray robes lay scattered like dead crows.

The flames burned quietly.

Chapter 448: The Ingenious Use of the Venus de Milo

As he was rushing down the steps, Newman nearly tripped and fell.

Without a second's hesitation, he turned and ran after hearing the violent explosion in the street, only instructing his gray-robed men to guard the main road.

Like a colony of bacteria, once the gray robe is donned, individuals cease to exist, leaving only the collective entity known as the inn. The individuals beneath the robe are infinitely blurred. To Newman, at the top of the system, they are merely copy-pasted cannon fodder; he can replicate them again at any time if he so desires, so there's no need to pay them much attention.

The inevitable death that followed closely behind tore away all his pretense, revealing his true nature.

"Boom!"

Passing through the dark underground corridor, I pushed open the door and saw Im packing his luggage, ready to leave.

"Im, you bastard..." Newman gritted his teeth and roared, "Are you going to betray me too?"

“I am not one of your subordinates.” Im’s tone was very calm and confident, without any sense of being questioned. “When you recruited me, I made it very clear that you were responsible for proposing ideas and providing funding, and I was responsible for making your ideas as complete as possible. We were partners.”

“Since we are equals, I have the right to decide when to withdraw.”

"Or would you prefer me to communicate with you in a 'simpler' way?"

"Clang!!"

A loud, forceful sound came from the corner of the wall, startling Newman. At this moment, he was on edge, terrified that his destined death would suddenly appear from nowhere and inexplicably twist his head.

Upon closer inspection, a white cloth covered a metal shelf in the corner, stained with blood.

Judging from its height, the "thing" covered by the white sheet was probably 4 to 5 meters tall and unusually large, resembling a standing bear. However, its outline made it impossible to tell what it was; all that was known was that it would twitch occasionally, as if it were alive!

"What's this?"

"Do you like the parting gift I gave you?" Im's tone had a hint of dry humor. "We've been business partners for a long time, so there must be some feelings between us. There were a few components that were missing, but now they're all in place. You can try using it to see if you can get through this crisis."

"Will it... really obey my commands?" Newman's gaze at the white cloth became somewhat infatuated, and he even wanted to reach out and lift the cloth, but after hesitating for a moment, the movement behind the cloth made him subconsciously withdraw his hand.

“I don’t know. I’ve never thought about that. I’m only responsible for creating weapons, but I’m not the one who needs them. You are.” Im said calmly. “I can only tell you that the strain used on it is the eighth generation of Ruofu, which was the first to achieve a breakthrough in mutation. It’s more fully evolved than the one on you.”

“If it were Jon Arryn, I think there would be no problem. He is the ‘empty man’ and can easily control any strain of bacteria that has been created in the world so far. But you… I can’t say for sure. There aren’t many genetic mutations between the seventh and eighth generation strains, but the hosts they choose are fundamentally different.”

"Maybe it will obey your commands like the puppy you raised from a puppy; maybe it will bite your hand off. Take a gamble, you don't have any other choice anyway."

……

Im quickly packed everything up, gave him one last look, picked up his cane, and slowly walked away through the tunnel that had been built long ago.

In the empty basement, Newman could feel his heart beating faster and louder, like a drumbeat!

"Does it have a name?"

"Frankenstein." Im's figure had already vanished into the darkness, leaving only his weathered voice, drifting in the cold wind, "My Frankenstein."

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"boom---!!"

With her free left hand, Yinshuang formed a hand seal and pushed forward, releasing a shockwave in the shape of an arc of light that instantly knocked a gray-robed figure rushing towards her to the ground. Taking advantage of the moment he fell, Yinshuang cried out and plunged her burning iron sword into his chest.

"Hiss—Ah—!!!"

The gray-robed creature screamed in agony, its limbs twisting wildly with cracking sounds. A fungus is still a fungus; even after several evolutions, nothing has changed. It still fears fire, only its heat resistance has slightly improved, allowing it to withstand heat for longer periods.