Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 34 Bombardment

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 34 Bombardment

"died!?"

On the empty rooftop, Tang and Song used their canes to turn over the dead bones under the tattered black robes.

The short skeleton, without any decoration, looks ordinary, the kind that has been buried underground for hundreds of years and has completely turned into bones.

Even the Tang and Song dynasties could smell a bit of the stench of rotting corpses.

"Wurnos is a dark wizard. He has many ways to save his life. Unless his phylactery is found, it will be difficult to eliminate him!"

West was wearing an ancient paladin armor. Although his 1.9 meter frame was thin, he could hold up the armor.

The armor exuded a faint milky white holy light, and even West's face seemed to be dyed a bit holy.

He was standing next to Tang Song at this time, looking at Tang Song with a look of surprise.

Urnos's strength should not be underestimated. Even when he faced Urnos, he had to wear a full set of paladin armor.

This businessman whom he had never cared about could easily kill Urnos.

West couldn't help but raise the importance of Tang and Song Dynasties in his heart.

He began to seriously consider the matter of being a guide in the Tang and Song Dynasties.

It is not that the Holy Shield Brotherhood does not have Eastern faces. One of the founders of the Holy Shield Brotherhood was Master Zhang Heng from the East.

With the ability and strength shown by Tang and Song, he will definitely have good prospects within the brotherhood, and he, the leader, will naturally benefit from it.

With the support of the guild, he did not dare to think about the position of the Pope, but the director of the Inquisition would enter a monastery in a few years to practice asceticism.

He might not have a chance.

As he thought about it, West's eyes towards Tang and Song became softer and kinder.

Tang Song did not notice the change in West's gaze. He used his cane to pick aside the fragments of the black robe on the dead bones.

Watching his men pick up the corpses of several snipers on the roof of the building.

He couldn't help but feel a little gloomy. At this time, the crackling gunfire from the direction of the lighthouse reached his ears like firecrackers.

Tang Song looked at West, who was flashing like an incandescent lamp, and suddenly asked:

"Chief Judge, if the movement caused by clearing out dark creatures is too loud and attracts the attention of government departments, how will you usually deal with it?"

West was stunned by Tang Song's question, and then he looked at the priest beside him.

Because trivial matters like this are usually handled by the deacons of the tribunal.

A young priest and deacon took a step forward and explained to Tang and Song in a polite but arrogant manner:

"Mr. Tang, we have a special docking agency that can directly report the news to the White House and the Ministry of National Defense. The presidential offices of other countries also have specialized departments to dock with us!"

Tang Song paused his cane and grinned: "That's good. I'd like you to report this to the White House now!"

Report, what to report?

The young priest's face was full of doubts, and he did not understand what Tang and Song meant.

"Frank, show the big guy you brought here and let these vampires taste what it's like to be bombarded!"

Tang Song was so angry that he took out the communicator, connected to the channel, and said to Frank.

…………

Two heavy-duty trucks known as Military Optimus Primes were parked on the interstate not far from the dock.

Under Frank's command, a dozen strong Russian men in camouflage uniforms worked hard to remove the heavy metal parts one by one.

Assembling it on the spot, these strong Russian men are very skilled, and it takes less than half an hour.

Two unusually large cannons appeared not far from the dock.

When the thick barrel of nearly three meters pointed towards the sky.

Everyone on the rooftop, except Tang and Song, couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

The young priest even stumbled a bit and asked: "Mr. Tang, what is this?"

"Artillery, isn't it very clear?" Tang Song glanced at him lightly and added: "This is the Soviet-made 2S4 240mm Tulip artillery!"

"I know this is artillery, but why are you using such a large artillery? Do you know the impact of using such a large-caliber artillery on federal soil?"

The young priest said a little bit crazy.

Although the Holy See has great autonomy in dealing with dark creatures, governments of various countries will give the Holy See some face.

But if you use this kind of heavy artillery bombardment on other people's land, this...

"Werewolves, dark wizards, and the vampires inside seem to be well prepared," Tang Song ignored the angry young priest, but looked at West and said:

"I don't think we should put the battlefield on a home field prepared by others. What do you think?"

A critical battle requires human lives, and the Tang and Song dynasties did not want to use their own lives.

West looked at Tang Song's calm and firm eyes, thought about his plan, pondered for a moment, and said:

"The coming of the evil god is very important. It is up to our church to communicate with the government on this matter. I believe Mr. President will understand our difficulties!"

The young priest next to him looked troubled and wanted to say something, but the female priest next to him pulled the corner of his clothes and stopped him in time.

………

At this time, beside the interstate highway, two strong Russian men lifted a cannonball that was one meter long and as thick as a small gas tank and stuffed it into the magazine.

A gunner turned the gun machine, and the tank-like tracks sent the shell into the gun chamber.

The two gunners shook the barrel and adjusted the shooting angle.

Soon, under the operation of these experienced gunners, the two giant cannons were aimed at the target and ready to go.

"Fire!"

Frank gave the order through the communicator.

…………

In the bunkers near the lighthouse, some vampires quickly noticed something unusual.

Dickenface's order to them was to stay here and wait for him to complete the ritual.

The evacuation of the human gunmen was quickly detected by these vampires with a keen sense of smell.

They poked their heads out through the bunker one after another.

The whine sounded like the sound of a pipe organ. They raised their heads and saw only two black spots falling from the sky.

Two cannonballs hit the center of the lighthouse. In the lighthouse, two werewolves holding submachine guns and the entire lighthouse were directly blown to pieces.

Two large pits four to five meters deep were left on the ground.

A strong shock wave oscillated with the big pit as the center, and a thick layer of earth waves was set off on the ground. The sea surface not far away was also swelled, setting off waves.

Even the abandoned unfinished building where the Tang and Song Dynasties were founded shook for a while.

…

"What's the noise?"

In a laboratory in the underground castle, a vampire professor wearing a white coat was using a centrifuge to decompose the serum sent by Dicken Fess.

Suddenly the ground shook, and dirt fell from the ceiling.

"Is there an earthquake?"

The professor staggered around and almost fell to the ground. Dickenface suddenly appeared beside him and supported him.

"Professor, what are the results of the experiment?"

Dickenface didn't wait for the professor to stand still before he couldn't help but ask.

The professor adjusted his glasses and said: "Theoretically, there is no problem. This kind of perfect blood can indeed neutralize the energy in the blood of Sun Walkers, but this requires a lot of experimental data to be based on!

This may take some time!"

"We don't have time!" Dickenface licked the blood from his canine teeth.

boom……

The violent explosion sounded like muffled thunder.

The strong vibration threw the professor who had just stood firm straight away and hit the centrifuge shelf.

Blood trickled down his bruised forehead, and the professor vaguely felt the moonlight shining on his body. That comfortable feeling was like lying on a haystack on the farm before a vampire hugged you for the first time, feeling helpless.

Carefree, comfortable and comfortable.

Moon? The professor blinked and wiped the blood stains from his glasses. In the sky, a bright moon hung high.

The moonlight shone for the first time into this underground castle converted from a Cold War air raid shelter.

(End of chapter)