Naturally, Qian Ye would not allow them to break through the door so easily. He set down his sniper rifle and grabbed a large-caliber one from the armory, aiming at the werewolf controlling the short-barreled cannon. He pulled the trigger repeatedly, firing all five rounds in the magazine at maximum speed.
Bursts of blood blossomed from the werewolves’ bodies as they howled in agony. The battering cannon lost its operator and roared again, but the slightly red barrel swung over ninety degrees, causing the shell to miss its target and instead blow up dozens of blood slaves nearby. However, the few high-ranking werewolves, after tumbling a few times, climbed back up, with only one lying motionless on the ground.
Qian Ye shook his head inwardly; the vitality and defenses of werewolves were monstrously high. When they reached level five, a large-caliber sniper rifle would leave only minor injuries if it did not hit a vital spot.
Qian Ye reloaded a new magazine and fired another rapid volley, this time aiming solely at a single werewolf, finally bringing it down.
The watchtower now shook more violently, as if about to topple at any moment. The dark race warriors who had flooded the parapet had discovered this sniper position and began trying to force their way in, some even starting to tear down the building out of impatience.
A sudden sense of danger rose within Qian Ye. He glanced outside just in time to see several ornately engraved round objects flying towards him!
Blood race grenades!
Driven by dark force, these grenades, though similar in size to human ones, had the power of artillery shells. Moreover, with the strength of the dark race, they could easily throw them to specific positions over a hundred meters away.
Qian Ye recognized them instantly and, without hesitation, grabbed the Eagle Strike and leaped into the hideout beneath the wall, crouching in a corner for cover!
Rumbling explosions reverberated continuously, and it seemed that Qian Ye’s entire world was reduced to smoke, explosions, and deafening noise. Bricks and mortar fell incessantly, some striking his head.
After the continuous explosions finally subsided, Qian Ye looked up to find half of the ceiling gone, revealing a gray, lightless sky. The upper watchtower had been completely destroyed, and the bodies of numerous dark race grunts lay scattered around. This round of explosions not only blew away the top half of the watchtower but also took out many dark race soldiers attempting to storm in.
However, the dark race never cared about the casualties of their cannon fodder.
On the defensive wall, there were few remaining human soldiers. Most of the survivors had retreated to fortifications inside the town. Dark race grunts were scaling the wall relentlessly, with several higher-ranking warriors roaring commands, even tossing sluggish grunts directly into the fray.
Amidst the rubble of the watchtower, Qian Ye suddenly stood up, leveling the Vulcan multi-barrel cannon, and pulled the trigger!
The Vulcan’s barrels spun furiously, unleashing a torrent of bullets like a relentless storm onto a level five werewolf just twenty meters away. At such close range, the werewolf’s body bloomed with blood, retreating step by step until it fell backward.
But Qian Ye did not stop. The roaring Vulcan, like a whip of metal and flame, swept down swaths of dark race warriors.
In an instant, the Vulcan’s 500-round drum was empty, and there were no living dark race soldiers within thirty meters of Qian Ye.
Just as Qian Ye breathed a sigh of relief, a black shadow darted towards him, knocking him to the ground! It was a level five blood race warrior.
They tussled for a few moments, and Qian Ye’s arm suddenly shot out, right to the blood race warrior’s mouth. Instinctively, he bit down, and his fangs pierced deeply into Qian Ye’s muscle. Before he could revel in his triumph, Qian Ye’s arm muscles hardened like iron, and he yanked back, pulling out the blood race warrior’s fangs!
The excruciating pain nearly made the blood race warrior pass out. Qian Ye immediately leaped to his feet, drew a short gun, and rammed it into the bleeding mouth of the warrior, pulling the trigger!
A muffled thud, and Qian Ye’s face and chest were splattered with blood.
He got up, looking around, and leaped into the town before the next wave of dark race warriors could surround him.
Qian Ye darted through the narrow alleys, occasionally ambushing and slaying werewolves and spider demons. In a chaotic battle, the thick-skinned, immensely powerful werewolves and spider demons posed a much greater threat than the blood race. Only when the battle reached a higher level would the blood race once again dominate.
Thus, Qian Ye’s primary targets were the werewolves and spider demons.
Gunfire, explosions, flames, and screams filled the air, turning the entire town into a battlefield. Qian Ye had forgotten the passage of time, driven only by the instinct to fight.
Suddenly, a few low-level werewolves sprinted past Qian Ye. He instinctively reached for his weapons but found nothing. The Eagle Strike was gone, and the assault rifle was missing. All his firearms were out of ammunition, and the pouch for grenades was empty. The two pistols at his waist were practically useless, as his original force was nearly depleted, and even if there were solid rounds, he lacked the strength to activate them.
Qian Ye felt utterly exhausted, and if not for sheer willpower, he might have collapsed on the spot. This was the aftereffect of excessive use of original force and the waning effects of stimulants.
He suddenly felt something in his pocket, and upon taking it out, found it was a stimulant. Without pausing to consider the risks of consecutive use, he injected it into his arm, and the drowsiness lessened.
Qian Ye heard a commotion from a nearby room, punctuated by human screams. He burst through the door, rushing in. The room was a scene of carnage, with blood and bodies—both human and dark race—everywhere. Several werewolves were cornering a young Expeditionary Army soldier.
The boy, barely an adult, wore a uniform that was too big for him. His face was pale, and he waved a dagger aimlessly, trying to protect himself.
Qian Ye growled and lunged forward, but a werewolf attacked him, and they tumbled in a vicious hand-to-hand combat. Though already exhausted, Qian Ye couldn’t disengage from the second-level werewolf.
The werewolf bit down on Qian Ye’s shoulder, tearing through the special, leather-like uniform and into flesh. But Qian Ye’s body was stronger, and no matter how the werewolf struggled, it couldn’t tear off a piece of flesh.
At that moment, Qian Ye heard a scream. Glancing over, he saw the young soldier being torn apart by the remaining three werewolves. Large chunks of flesh were being ripped off and consumed. The boy, still alive, screamed in agony, unable to even lose consciousness.
Qian Ye’s eyes turned blood-red, not just from the reflection of the blood.
He suddenly raised his head and bit into the werewolf’s throat! A gush of hot blood rushed into his belly, igniting his blood, surging through him like a tidal wave. Even the purple and golden threads of blood energy from his ability runes joined in, partaking in the feast.
Qian Ye’s strength surged, and he flipped the werewolf under him, pinning it down, while the werewolf’s body, like a funnel, lost most of its blood in an instant.
The three werewolves, satisfied with their meal, turned and noticed something amiss. They saw Qian Ye staring at them coldly, his eyes crimson with blood.
Moments later, Qian Ye emerged from the room, his entire body drenched in blood, even his hair now a dark red. The blood race longsword in his hand dripped with fresh blood, but the vivid redness in his eyes was less noticeable now.
A group of blood slaves suddenly appeared across the alley, recoiling and fleeing when they saw Qian Ye. A high-ranking blood race warrior ran up, eyeing Qian Ye suspiciously, and demanded, “Which clan do you belong to? I’ve never seen you before!”
A faint killing intent flashed in Qian Ye’s eyes. He patted the short gun at his waist and said, “I am a descendant of Duke Luo Si.”
“Duke Luo Si! But the Duke is not participating in this battle…” The blood race warrior’s eyes widened, and then he recognized the short gun. “It’s you!”
Before he could finish, Qian Ye was already upon him, thrusting the sword through his abdomen. Qian Ye grabbed the still-twitching warrior’s neck, dragging him into a nearby abandoned house, and bit into his neck.
The fourth-level blood race warrior was horrified, but as his life essence drained, the light and red color in his eyes faded. By the time Qian Ye released him, the warrior was as dry as a corpse.
Qian Ye remained inside, calmly destroying the corpse with a blade, then sat in a corner, closing his eyes to wait for his strength to return.
After sating himself with the blood of werewolves and blood races, Qian Ye entered a boiling blood state, significantly speeding up his recovery. In less than half an hour, he would regain his strength and a portion of his original force, allowing him to use his original force gun again. The only drawback was that he could not control the blood energy to charge the original force rounds during the boiling blood state.
Suddenly, a loud bang resounded, and the door at the other end was kicked open, revealing the hulking figure of Bao Zhengcheng. He staggered into the room, not noticing anything, and rolled to the wall, gripping a short knife and assuming a fighting stance.
A sixth-level blood knight appeared at the door, his typical cold smile evident as he slowly stepped in, his longsword radiating a bloody glow.
But as soon as he entered, his smile froze. Qian Ye’s dual guns were already aimed at him!
The blood knight screamed, not expecting another person in the room. He had no sense of it whatsoever!
The gunshots were soft, like the sound of a flower blooming.
In contrast, the blood knight’s sideways flight was dramatic, crashing through the door, cracking the walls, and shattering his armor. The dual guns dropped, leaving behind two beautiful, twisted twin flowers in mid-air.
Qian Ye lunged like a ghost, both hands gripping the sword, and drove it into the blood knight’s chest, piercing his heart!
The blood knight struggled fiercely, his powerful life force allowing him to fight back. Qian Ye’s chest and abdomen were pummeled by punches and knee strikes, but he held the sword handle firmly, pinning the blood knight to the ground.
Each punch from the blood knight was accompanied by the sound of cracking bones. The pain seared through Qian Ye, but he, tempered by the military art, endured it. If the blood knight got up, both he and Bao Zhengcheng would die in the knight’s final attack.
More gunshots rang out as Bao Zhengcheng, having found a pistol somewhere, pressed it to the blood knight’s face and emptied the magazine, shredding the ghastly white face.
The blood knight twitched a few more times and then stilled.
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