Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 88 Spell Mortar

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 88 Spell Mortar

The huge trees completely blocked the sun, and in the dark forest,

Takeru Sato vaguely saw a humanoid object swinging back and forth on the treetops.

"Gudong!"

Takeru Sato realized what it was, and his legs and feet felt a little weak for a moment. If it weren't for the two big men holding him up next to him, he would have been sitting on the ground now.

"You are so cowardly to dare to sell arms!" Frank glanced at Takeru Sato and said disdainfully:

"Don't worry, since you are Yuri's, I won't kill you, but until the matter is over, you should stay with us honestly and don't play any tricks!"

Takeru Sato smiled and unconsciously touched his waist. There was an old May 4th-style pistol hidden there.

He chose the May 4th because it had good range, strong penetrating power, and great power.

However, when he saw the M16 carbine in the hands of these big men, he wisely handed over the gun.

"Okay, here it is!"

In the dense forest, there are only scattered spots of light occasionally scattered on the treetops.

The two of them hugged a thick tree while a highly decomposed corpse swayed in the forest.

The stench, accompanied by the buzzing sound of mosquitoes, was so persistent that Takeru Sato lay on the ground and couldn't help but want to vomit.

Frank gave an order, and the two big men took off the backpacks behind them and carefully took out four black pottery jars from inside.

It is a jar the size of a small wine jar. The body of the jar is covered with talismans painted with cinnabar. There are several yellow talismans stuck on the peach wood stopper at the mouth of the jar, which looks quite mysterious and strange.

"Everyone, get out of the way!"

A piece of white cloth covered with blood stains was laid out, and the four jars were placed on the white cloth.

Frank greeted him, and many big men stepped aside, forming a circular defensive circle with their backs to Frank, and stood guard with guns.

Frank took a deep breath and took out a seven-inch long flag from his arms.

Frank unfolded the bone pole composed of three sections of crystal white bones, revealing a flag body composed of snake belly skin.

On the banner, there are paintings of dancing demons, yaksha ghosts, and two ghosts and gods holding chains in their hands, surrounded by stars like a moon.

Frank waved the flag, and a black light shot out from the flag and fell on the yellow talisman of the black jar.

The yellow talisman attached to the peach wood stopper automatically opened without wind and was directly opened by an invisible force. Then the altar shook and there was a soft pop sound, and the peach wood stopper was directly ejected from the inside out by a strong force.

Immediately afterwards, countless gray-white smoke and dust emerged from the black jar, flying up and down around the small flag in Frank's hand, as if dancing.

A lot of gray-white smoke flew into the forest and shuttled back and forth among the treetops.

There were even a few streaks of gray-white smoke attached to the corpse hanging next to it.

The body suddenly shook violently, and then a strange, rustling chuckle sounded in the forest.

This scene not only made Takeru Sato's scalp numb when he saw this scene, but when he heard this weird laughter, even the battle-hardened special forces under Frank's command froze in their throats.

All four jars were opened, and at this moment, there were thousands of white smoke flying up and down in the air.

Following the spell taught by his boss, Frank sprayed his breath towards the small flag in his hand.

The portraits of gods and demons painted on the small flags seemed to come to life. In the center of the flags, two ghosts and gods grinned in unison, and the mourning sticks and soul-locking chains in their hands emitted black light.

As Frank vibrated the small flag in his hand, countless gray-white smoke scattered in all directions.

"Assemble things!"

More than a dozen big men opened their luggage bags and took out various accessories for assembly.

The remaining seven or eight people climbed to a nearby tree, took out their machetes, and chopped down the treetops that blocked their view.

Soon, twelve assembled military green mortars were placed on the open grassland under the trees.

The federally produced 60MM M2 mortar has a very high rate of fire, 18 rounds per minute. The total weight in combat is only 42 pounds. In addition to standard personal combat equipment, two people can easily use it.

However, what target are you using a mortar in this wilderness? Are you targeting ghosts?

Sato Takeru thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't think of any targets nearby that were worthy of bombardment.

Is there some secret base here? Or some kind of biochemical laboratory?

………………

At a secret observation point on Mount Fuji, several soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms are closely observing the dynamics of magma under Mount Fuji.

The sound of close and urgent communication continued to echo in this observation room.

"This is Observation Station No. 91. The temperature of the magma is gradually increasing. There are biological activities at the bottom of the magma. It is suspected that the observation target No. 91, codenamed "Yama-no-Orochi", is showing signs of awakening!"

"Continue to observe, order, continue to observe...and be ready to retreat at any time..."

In a crater of Mount Fuji, in the flaming lava under the rocks, a thick snake's tail was swinging in the magma, and the hot magma was splashed in all directions.

Through the red magma, you can see that the snake's tail is so big that it almost fills the crater.

The moment the snake's tail was raised, one could clearly see that there was a clear scar on its lower abdomen, as if a piece had been cut off by some sharp blade.

………

Deep in the forest, at the Hand's training base, a dozen black-clad ninjas were practicing shurikens against targets on the trees.

Not far away, there were several ninjas practicing sword fighting one on one with bamboo samurai swords.

"What's going on? Why did it suddenly fog up?"

A black-clothed ninja sitting cross-legged on a treetop was wiping the edge of a samurai sword in his hand. He accidentally raised his head and saw something white in the distance floating towards him.

"What?"

The black-clothed ninja stood up from the treetops and looked carefully at the wisps of gray-white smoke, feeling a little puzzled.

Before he could react, the gray-white smoke suddenly disappeared into the forest.

"Morning fog?"

The black-clothed ninja shook his head and simply continued to sit down and wipe the katana in his hand.

The tempered blue blade glowed faintly with a cold light as he wiped it. This was an imitation chrysanthemum inscription written by a famous Japanese master.

After wiping the blade, the ninja in black couldn't help but hold the katana in his hand and made two false cuts downwards.

Just after making two cuts, he suddenly felt a chill on his back. He turned his head warily. Apart from the sound of the wind blowing the treetops, there was nothing behind him.

Two shadows with blood holes on their bodies floated erratically in front of the black-clothed ninja, but he seemed not to see anything.

………

"Coordinates 234,267!"

A wisp of gray smoke flew up and down around Frank. Frank shook the small flag and heard the voice of this "ghost".

Soon, a dozen big men began to adjust the mortar's firing angle.

"Three two one, let go!"

I took the medicine and the injection, and the fever went down. However, my baby seems to have a low fever and is also positive. I am trying to cool him down physically. The baby is too young to take medicine. If nothing else, there should be two more chapters. If you go to the hospital

, then there is one more chapter, I will try my best to code it

(End of chapter)