DipNovel Chapter 151 The Living Chapel! The Bloodfang Mercenary Group was utterly betrayed!
Chapter 151 The Living Chapel! The Bloodfang Mercenary Group was utterly betrayed!
The two six-eyed, stitched-together giants, each five meters tall, have fully awakened.
The layers of stone covering them peeled away one by one, revealing their nauseating true appearance underneath.
It was the product of countless mutilated corpses forcibly pieced together, with yellowed fat and dark red muscle tissue exposed, and foul-smelling pus flowing from the surface.
[Six-Eyed Stitched Giant (Lv.25 Elite)]
[Danger Level: Extremely High]
[Characteristics: Flesh Regeneration, Plague Gas, Mighty Sweep.]
"roar--!"
The stitched monster on the left let out a deafening roar, and its three heads simultaneously opened their blood-red maws, spewing out a thick cloud of green poisonous gas.
It suddenly raised the rusty, giant cleaver in its hand, and with a piercing whistling sound, cleaved down towards Jiang Ming's head.
The blade was as wide as a door panel, and combined with the monster's terrifying weight, if this blow landed, it could split an armored vehicle in two.
Chen Qi turned pale with fright and raised his rifle, firing wildly at the monster's head: "Brother Jiang, get out of the way! This thing is too big!"
The bullets struck the Frankenstein's thick layer of fat, only splattering up clumps of foul blood; they couldn't even penetrate the muscle.
The monster was completely unaffected; in fact, the cleaver fell even faster.
Marlowe had already scrambled behind the ruins at the edge of the platform, his hands covering his long ears as he trembled.
Jiang Ming stood still, not taking a single step back.
He gripped the hilt of the sword behind his back with his other hand.
"Zheng—"
[Hellfire and Thunder Prison] was drawn, and the dark red sword instantly erupted with frenzied, eerie blue arcs of electricity and blazing flames.
Faced with the giant bone-chopping blade coming down on him, Jiang Ming not only didn't dodge, but instead used his legs to push off and charged straight at the blade.
The terrifying power of 37 points erupted without reservation at this moment, and the fleshy carpet underfoot was crushed and burst open, revealing the hard stone slab beneath.
"clang!"
A deafening roar, capable of shattering metal and splitting stone, erupted in front of the monastery.
Jiang Ming held the sword with both hands, blocking the cleaver, which was the size of a door panel, from bottom to top.
Sparks flew everywhere.
The violent collision of forces generated a visible shockwave that dispersed the surrounding blood mist.
The three distorted faces of the Frankenstein monster simultaneously revealed human-like astonishment.
It couldn't understand how this human insect, which was barely knee-deep in front of it, could unleash a pure power even more terrifying than its own.
"You're quite strong." Jiang Ming grinned as he felt the recoil from his arms.
The next second, the power of lightning and fire on the [Hellfire and Thunder Prison] spread directly from the Bone-Slaying Blade to the monster's arm.
"Sizzle—"
Lightning paralyzed the monster's nerves, and flames ignited the fat on its surface.
The Stitched Monster let out a piercing scream, and its hand holding the knife involuntarily loosened.
Jiang Ming seized the opportunity and swung his greatsword with a swift motion.
"Pfft!"
The sharp blade sliced through the Frankenstein's thick right arm cleanly, as easily as cutting tofu.
The foul-smelling black blood gushed out like a waterfall, splashing onto the ground with a hissing, corrosive sound.
Seeing this, another stitched monster swung its boning knife and swept across from the side, attempting to cut Jiang Ming in half.
Jiang Ming didn't even look, his left hand clenching loosely in mid-air.
"Gravity Spell!"
The gravity within a ten-meter radius instantly increased fivefold.
Caught off guard, the sculpted monster suddenly sank its massive body, its knees slamming heavily into the ground, creating two large craters in the stone slab.
The cleaver, having lost its balance, slammed heavily into the open ground beside it.
Taking advantage of the moment, Jiang Ming flipped his wrist and pulled out a bottle of [Netherworld Venom Bomb] from his portable storage card.
This is a purple epic-level consumable that he just synthesized on the train using high-level necromancy cores and spirit essence.
"Try this."
Jiang Ming casually tossed the glass bottle, which accurately struck the chest of the one-armed stitched monster.
With a sharp "crack," the glass bottle shattered.
An extremely dense purple, malevolent mist erupted instantly, enveloping both stitched monsters.
This fog is no ordinary poison gas; it's a dimensional reduction attack specifically designed to target undead and flesh-and-blood creatures.
Monsters shrouded in mist have their armor reduced by 50% and are also affected by the Soul Tear effect.
"Awooo—!"
Two stitched monsters tumbled wildly in the purple mist.
Their fat and muscles dissolved rapidly as if they had encountered strong acid, revealing their stark white bones underneath.
Even more deadly, the high concentration of necromantic energy triggered an energy rampage within them.
The body parts that were originally pieced together began to repel each other, and the stitched monster even started to frantically tear off pieces of flesh from its own body by waving its remaining arms.
"Chen Qi, don't just stand there, shoot them in the head!" Jiang Ming shouted as he retreated to the edge of the poisonous fog, sword in hand.
Chen Qi suddenly realized what was happening, quickly switched to armor-piercing incendiary rounds, picked up his rifle, and began taking roll call.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Without its armor protection, the armor-piercing bullet easily blew the Frankenstein's head off.
The burning flames seeped into the monster's brain through the wound, frantically destroying its central nervous system.
Jiang Ming wasn't idle either.
He stared at the monster struggling in the poisonous fog, and when the opportunity arose, he rushed in.
[Iron Will] made him completely immune to the negative effects of the Vengeful Mist.
He leaped high into the air, stepping on the giant knee of the Frankenstein's monster. [Fire and Thunder Prison] drew a perfect crescent-shaped arc in mid-air, directly activating the weapon's "overload" mode.
A violent burst of lightning and fire sword energy erupted.
"boom!"
With a single sword strike, the remaining four heads of the two stitched monsters were cleanly sliced off.
The massive headless corpse swayed before collapsing with a deafening crash, causing the ground to tremble violently.
[Defeat two Six-Eyed Stitched Giants (Lv.25 Elite) that are significantly stronger than your level, gaining 25000 experience points.]
[Loot obtained: 4 Stitches of Fry's Tough Flesh, 2 Rusty Giant Cleavers, 2 High-Concentration Plague Venom Sacs.]
Jiang Ming skillfully stored the spoils into his storage card, not even leaving behind the two broken knives.
Although this thing is rusty, it's still made of pure steel. It wouldn't be a loss to take it back as a synthesis material or melt it down for blacksmithing.
The battle ended, and the purple, malevolent mist gradually dissipated.
Chen Qi ran over, gun in hand, and stared at the two pools of mangled flesh on the ground, swallowing hard. "Brother Jiang, your potion is too potent. A level 25 elite monster, poisoned just like that?"
"It's just treating the symptoms." Jiang Ming shook the blood off his sword and turned to look at the two ten-meter-high brass doors in front of him.
The surface of the door was covered with dark red rust, and many thick blood vessels grew out of the cracks, like some kind of living thing connecting the two doors tightly together.
Jiang Ming stepped forward and severed those blood vessels with his sword.
The foul-smelling blood splattered on the brass door, making a sizzling sound.
He planted the greatsword beside him and pressed his hands against the cold door.
Take a deep breath, and 37 points of power erupt.
"Creak—"
The brass door, silent for who knows how many years, emitted a sickening metallic scraping sound.
Under Jiang Ming's purely violent shoving, the door slowly slid open to both sides.
A stench ten times stronger than outside hit us.
Inside the door was an extremely spacious chapel.
But the sight here is enough to give any normal person three months of nightmares.
The red carpet that was originally laid in the central aisle turned out to be a huge, still slightly wriggling intestine.
The wooden benches on both sides were packed with people.
To be precise, it was filled with headless corpses dressed in tattered nun's habit.
They clasped their hands together in front of their chests, maintaining a posture of devout prayer. The wounds on their necks had long since scabbed over, and small, fleshy teeth resembling those of a lamprey's mouth had grown in their place.
The moment the door was pushed open.
Dozens of headless nun corpses stood up in unison, pointing their headless necks toward the door.
【Headless Blood Nun (Lv.22)】
[Danger Level: Medium]
[Characteristics: Bloodlust, Corrosive Blood Arrow, Group Hunting.]
Dozens of Lv.22 monsters stood up at the same time, their bizarrely synchronized movements sending chills down Chen Qi's spine.
He instinctively pulled the trigger, aiming the gun at the front row of nuns.
"Don't shoot, back out." Jiang Ming pressed down on Chen Qi's gun barrel, his voice very low.
He didn't rush in and start a massacre.
In such a confined space, facing dozens of monsters of the same level, even if he has 37 points of strength, he would still be badly beaten if surrounded.
Moreover, these monsters look abnormal.
Jiang Ming grabbed Chen Qi by the collar and quickly retreated through the door, hiding in the shadows left by the two stitched-together corpses outside.
Marlowe cleverly led his dire wolf over, barely daring to breathe.
Just then, a series of chaotic footsteps came from the thick fog behind them.
"Hurry! That human named Jiang Ming must have gone in. Those two gatekeeper monsters are level 25 elites; even if he doesn't die, he'll be seriously injured!"
A hoarse, unpleasant voice came from the fog.
He is an orc mage from the Bloodfang Mercenary Group.
As the thick fog dissipated, four alien mercenaries cautiously approached.
The orc mage and two fallen elves were holding up the lizardman leader whose arms Jiang Ming had crippled.
The lizardman, his face deathly pale, stared through gritted teeth at the open monastery gates: "Go in! Find that human, I'll skin him alive! He must have a lot of good stuff on him, and that spell scroll that can suppress me—it's all ours!"
These guys had been thoroughly outmaneuvered by Jiang Ming on the train, and they were seething with anger.
I heard the explosion and commotion at the gate just now and thought Jiang Ming was fighting to the death with the gate-guarding monster.
Once the commotion subsided, they rushed over, eager to snag a bargain.
In their view, no matter how strong a human is, it is impossible to defeat two Lv.25 elite monsters without getting hurt.
The four alien races reached the gate and saw the mangled flesh of the stitched-together monster on the ground. The orc mage's eyes lit up: "Boss, look! The monster's dead. That human must have gone in. The blood on the ground is still warm; he can't have gone far!"
"Charge in!" the lizardman leader roared.
The orc mage raised his staff, the two fallen elves drew their scimitars, and the group stepped into the chapel without any warning.
Hiding in the shadows, Chen Qi grinned and muttered in a very low voice, "These idiots, are they in such a hurry to be reincarnated?"
Jiang Ming crossed his arms, leaned against the wall, and sneered.
Free stepping stones are free, so why not use them?
The alien mercenary had just stepped onto the red carpet made of intestines.
"hiss--!"
A chilling hiss suddenly echoed through the chapel.
The sound didn't come from the throat, but from the airflow squeezed out of the fleshy teeth in the neck cavities of those headless nuns.
Dozens of headless blood nuns, like hungry wolves that have smelled blood, instantly went berserk.
Their fingernails grew more than ten centimeters in the blink of an eye, turning into sharp, dark red bone blades.
The nun's habit was torn during the run, revealing the withered, bluish-gray skin underneath.
"What the hell is that?!" The orc mage exclaimed in shock, quickly waving his staff. "Fireball!"
A fireball the size of a washbasin slammed into the monster horde, blasting three or four nuns away.
But more nuns rushed forward, braving the flames.
"Stop them!" the lizardman leader shouted in terror.
Now that both his arms are broken, he's not even as good as an ordinary person.
Two fallen elves wielded scimitars and felled two nuns, but suddenly jets of black, corrosive blood gushed from the nuns' necks.
"Ah—my eyes!"
A fallen elf was splattered in the face by a jet of blood and let out a scream.
His facial muscles rapidly ulcerated, and even his eyeballs were corroded into pus.
Immediately afterwards, seven or eight nuns rushed forward, their sharp bone blades tearing the fallen elf to pieces.
Limbs and severed bodies were scattered everywhere, and the nuns lay on the corpses, venting their fury.
"Run! Run!" The orc mage was terrified and abandoned even the lizardman leader, turning and running towards the door.
But as soon as he turned around, a dozen thick blood vessels suddenly dangled from above the door, wrapping tightly around his neck and limbs like tentacles, suspending him in mid-air.
The lizardman leader stood alone, watching the nuns rushing towards him from all sides, and closed his eyes in despair.
"Tear!"
Dozens of nuns instantly engulfed him.
Accompanied by teeth-grinding chewing sounds and the cracking of bones, this Lv.18 berserker didn't even leave behind a complete corpse.
Jiang Ming, standing outside the door, seized the opportunity.
The flesh and blood of the alien mercenaries attracted most of the nuns in the chapel to the vicinity of the entrance, where they crowded together in dense groups.
Jiang Ming flipped his wrist and took out a [Netherfire Fragment Landmine] from his storage card.
"Marlowe, cover your ears," Jiang Ming said calmly.
The goblin immediately covered his head with his hands and lay face down on the ground.
Jiang Ming pulled the pin, held it in his hand for two seconds, and then suddenly exerted force with his arm, smashing the landmine into the densest pile of flesh among the nuns as accurately as throwing a baseball.
"boom--!"
The deafening explosion echoed through the closed chapel.
The eerie green ghost fire, mixed with countless sharp metal fragments, created a storm of death.
This is a specially made landmine that Jiang Ming synthesized using necromantic crystal cores.
The nuns at the epicenter of the explosion were instantly torn to pieces, their severed limbs and black blood splattering across the walls and ceiling.
The soul-burning effect of the Netherfire caused the nuns who were lucky enough to survive the explosion to fall to the ground, writhing in agony, and were quickly burned to a crisp.
[Defeat 35 Headless Blood Nuns (Lv.22) to gain experience points...]