Section 6, Bloody Massacre

At the flower's stamen, two red skulls are incessantly writhing and intertwining

On the wizard's robe, there were still about ten pieces of purple flame poisonous feathers, which were removed in line with the concept of recycling and environmental protection.

Buckley nodded. Although it would not sound good if this were to get out, as a mercenary, he had long since cast aside all notions of honor and shame

He held a short staff carved from ebony in his hand, adorned with one hundred and twelve skulls. It is said that a total of one hundred and twelve boys were slaughtered at that time, and their blood was used to forge this staff.

Shanduozuo knew from the very beginning that today's events could not end well, and he also understood that with a weapon like the Purple Flame Poison Feather, it was impossible to kill the two highly skilled priests. Therefore, he silently began to chant the names of the ancestral spirits from the start, releasing the one hundred and twenty-two vengeful souls attached to his staff

At this moment, the difference in skill between the two individuals becomes apparent

This is akin to how clergy of the Holy See would never hang the cross upside down, just as Buddhists would never confuse the orientation of the "swastika".

When it reached the sixth count, a person in the corner suddenly jumped up, screaming as they dashed towards the door

Even the well-traveled and knowledgeable mercenaries had never encountered such a monster before. They instinctively emptied their magazines, but Jemba's speed was astonishing, effortlessly bouncing through the dense barrage of bullets while emitting a strange cry: "Kekekeke, I will rip out all your hearts, all of them!"

Shanduozuo quickly covered his neck with both hands, reciting a spell in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Although the wound appeared terrifying, with his strength, he could still recover given enough time.

Liao Mengzheng was happily devouring a box of fried chicken legs when he wiped his mouth and said, "Hehe, who cares about anyone else? Mengzi will go and settle this for the big brother right now"

He spoke as he picked up the staff left by Shanduzuo with his foot, bringing it close to his nose to sniff: "Hmm, such a strong aura. This mage is truly despicable; at least over a hundred souls have been refined here. How cruel!"

In an inconspicuous small room in a predominantly Black neighborhood, members of the Scorpion Mercenary Corps are gathered in small groups playing cards, with rifles and grenades casually tossed aside, and even heavy machine guns and rocket launchers present.

Jemba and Liao Meng's expressions changed dramatically, both realizing the severity of the situation

Only high-ranking evil spirits can master such a brutal technique that allows them to directly absorb the opponent's true essence

The puppet corpse, which had originally begun to move, lost its source of magical power and fell silent once more. The evil spirits screamed in unwillingness, being pulled back to the staff by m.hetushu.com.

At this thought, Buckley turned his pleading gaze towards the corner, where, at some unknown time, a wizard adorned with purple feathers stood!

Indeed, after most of the dark energy was absorbed by Ling Tian, Shan Duozuo's figure became increasingly smaller, with layers of skin hanging down.

The mercenary's entire face was already rotting, and a casual grab would tear off a strip of flesh and blood; for the moment, he could not die, only desperately screaming in agony

Jemba and Liao Meng received orders to turn over each corpse, extracting the hearts and eyes, and placing them into specially designed containers

The door was forcefully slammed open by a dark shadow, and the highly excited gunmen immediately unleashed all their bullets towards the opposing side. When they realized it was merely the corpse of a comrade, they were momentarily stunned, and it was only then that Jemba, who had been hiding behind the body, sprang out.

Shanduozuo had not yet reacted when a "puppet corpse" that had been awakened appeared behind him, swiftly sweeping its palm across the wizard's neck.

However, how could the person behind him give him enough time

Under such a large-scale indiscriminate attack, several mercenaries who were not yet completely dead unfortunately fell victim, immediately turning black all over and dying beyond recovery

Shan Duozuo struggled desperately, but to no avail

"High Priest of Shandu, I kindly request your assistance once again tomorrow"

All the furniture in the room has been modified to withstand ordinary rifle bullets, and at this moment, they have all been overturned to serve as temporary cover

Damn it, I originally brought half a team out this time to enjoy a good vacation while using a sledgehammer to crack a nut, but unexpectedly ran into a hard obstacle!

As the blood shuttle emerged, a chilling wind rose all around, forming a rolling wave of malevolent flames that scorched the opponent's poisonous feathers completely. Liao Meng, standing nearby, widened his eyes and exclaimed, "What a domineering magical treasure!"

At that moment, a light purple feather floated over from an unknown source, seemingly about to land on Jemba's face

Three dark shadows floated along the edge of the street, moving forward in a ghostly manner

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and Ling Tian coldly remarked, "It seems that my uncle has not only defected to the Nine Lotus Inner Hall, but has also plotted against me, his own nephew."

He took a deep breath, puffing out his chest like a watermelon, and then suddenly shouted: "Roar!"

The two individuals were overjoyed and quickly complied. Ling Tian extended both hands and struck heavily on the tops of their heads, infusing a vast amount of malevolent energy into their minds, which immediately elicited a series of comfortable sighs.

Who knows that the slippery Jemba oil and *illustration* are just like a damn loach, watching as his car was shot to pieces like a beehive, yet this kid still managed to roll up and escape, even in the end, he turned around and took out one of his own!

His entire body is covered in black scales, and his arms are over two meters long, resembling two monstrous pythons

Shanduozuo is proficient in dark sorcery, and it is precisely due to his exceptional magical abilities that he is able to firmly hold the second position under the command of General Amin, amidst a gathering of skilled individuals, second only to the priest Aiya of Amin's own tribe

These vengeful spirits are the children of rival tribes, who suffered torment and died. After death, their souls were completely incinerated and refined into ferocious and cruel evil spirits. They are already powerful magical artifacts in themselves, and they can also allow the evil spirits to enter the bodies, turning the corpses into mindless puppets, which is quite formidable

That night, in a dilapidated two-story warehouse in the eastern black neighborhood of the city, this was Ling Tian's secret base and also the resting place for his action team after each return.

The Jemba, with its bulging red eyes, suddenly shot out a stream of venom from its mouth, splattering all over the mercenary's face, producing a hissing sound and releasing a wave of acrid odor

Ling Tian did not even glance at the corpse, instead focusing on forming various hand seals. A reversed black flower bud appeared around him, slowly rotating and blooming into a sinister and enchanting black lotus.

Taking advantage of the crowd's astonishment, Jemba swung his monstrous python-like arms, repeatedly injuring three mercenaries. At first, these individuals did not realize the severity of their wounds, but after five or six seconds, green pus began to ooze from the injuries, as if corrosive, quickly burning through their bodies and creating large holes, leading to their agonizing demise.

Shan Duozuo, with his eyes half-closed, lazily said: "Those people are priests from Vantigang. The general does not wish to be enemies with Vantigang. I have already checked; they are not here specifically to protect the target, so do not engage with them. Tomorrow, you and your subordinates should find a way to obtain some blood or hair from the target, and it would be best if you could also find out the full name of Kui She. This way, I will have more confidence when casting my spell"

Outside the door, it seems like a hellish battlefield, where their companions are continuously wailing, and the sounds of broken bones and limbs are distinctly audible

Ling Tian's forehead was beaded with sweat, and he said with some difficulty to the two, "This person's magical power is very strong; I cannot fully digest it for the moment. I will share the excess with you! Quickly visualize your original form. Jemba, imagine a large snake coiling in your mind!"

A fierce yellow light erupted from the gaping maw, shooting towards the feathers. Two extremely malevolent forces exploded beside Jemba, leaving the Black man momentarily dazed.

His eyes rolled upward, and some black substance surged forth from the gash in his throat. His entire body transformed into a mere sack, collapsing limply onto the ground, resembling a carpet

A mercenary fell into madness, disregarding the presence of others in the room, and actually raised a rocket launcher, saying, "Heh heh, I'll take you out, I'll take you out"

"How could this be?" Buckley said in confusion, "I have people downstairs and in the hallway, and there are snipers on the roof..."

After spitting out two mouthfuls of corrosive venom to destroy two poisonous feathers, his mouth was nearly cracked from dryness. Jemba had no choice but to use the "Mma Blood Shuttle" that Lingtian had given him for self-preservation

The mountain spirit in the corner changed his expression, taking half a step back, and spoke in heavily accented English: "Which tribe's shaman are you from?"

This is also the reason why Shanduzuo must first kill the majority of the mercenaries, as he intends to use the corpses of the mercenaries to create battle puppets

Twelve rifles and a rocket launcher were all aimed at the door

Buckley immediately changed his expression, grabbing a micro submachine gun and rushing into the living room. His subordinates, all seasoned veterans, were not only unperturbed by the enemy's approach but instead became excited, shouting enthusiastically as they picked up their weapons and took cover at various shooting points

The window was suddenly blown apart, and a hulking man with a charred yellow appearance crashed into the room, sending a mercenary flying against the wall, his bones shattered. Who else could it be but Liao Meng, that brute?

Liao Meng's master was originally a highly skilled tiger demon, who effortlessly possessed profound demonic power. He unleashed several "Tiger Roars," causing the purple flame poison feathers to explode in midair.

"Hurry up, in case Miss Yulia arrives later, I do not want her to see this situation."

Jemba Dao: "Unfortunately, we have always been low-key here in South Africa, and there are not many skilled individuals. This time, the group that came to assassinate us is the infamous 'Scorpion' mercenary team, which is considered top-notch in the Southern Africa region."

Born on the mysterious land of Africa, Buckley firmly believes in supernatural phenomena such as witchcraft and magic, a sentiment shared by most Africans

Jemba had a layer of bandage wrapped around his wrist and said gloomily, "Boss, I deliberately feigned weakness as per your instructions and did not strike hard, leaving only a minor injury. Afterward, I sent someone to investigate, and it can be confirmed that it was someone sent by Amin. However, it is said that there was also a person of Asian descent among them"

His Purple Flame Poison Feather is crafted from a rare type of eagle native to his hometown. After continuously feeding it forty-nine poisonous snakes, he kills the eagle and collects a small handful of feathers from beneath its wings to successfully forge this artifact. This weapon is not only extremely lethal but also operates silently, often going unnoticed by ordinary people, who remain unaware of how their opponent has countered it

With a slight smile, he immediately embraced her without any hesitation. How could one easily let go of such a precious treasure?

"F**k! Sh*t! A**hole! S**t off! Come on, baby! What the hell... how did it turn into the enemy's language?"

Because the action team is currently on a mission in Sudan led by Jemma's sister, Jemna, there are only three people here now

Ling Tian said solemnly, "You two should first seal this power within your mind domain, and then gradually cultivate it when you return. For now, let's get to work!"

This mountain man, having surpassed fifty years of age, has his entire face covered with dense and intricate lines. His lips, however, have been cut open at the sides and secured with wooden sticks, giving him an exceedingly fierce appearance

Hehe, if one hundred and twenty-two battle puppets were to be unleashed, even the great wizard Aiya would not stand a chance. Here, although there are only fourteen puppets, it is enough to torment these two brats to death. Huh, fourteen corpses? Why is there one more?

Jemba has not had it so easy. In the past, he only learned some rudimentary sorcery from his sister, and it was only in the past month that he received guidance from Ling Tian. However, this was limited to the cultivation of physical techniques, and being able to transform his body into a serpentine form is already his limit

As soon as the words fell, a dull gunshot echoed in the corridor, as if only a single magazine of bullets had been fired, and then the shooter fell silent

What is the true origin of the elder brother

That Eastern person is even more peculiar, as there are actually nuns from the church assisting him

Ling Tian pressed both hands tightly against Shan Duozuo's temples and smiled, saying, "The power of this sorcery is quite formidable. If he had channeled all his energy into these corpses just now, not only would you all be in a panic, but I would have to flee in terror as well"

At midnight, precisely at 12 o'clock, is the moment when the yang energy in the universe is at its weakest and the evil energy is at its strongest

In the midst of speaking, both arms suddenly extended several feet, piercing into the chests of two mercenaries, and forcibly extracted two still-beating hearts.

Because it was heard that Ling Tian's subordinate, Jemna, is a very powerful witch, General Amin specifically ordered Shanduozuo to come to assist.

Liao Meng exclaimed with great joy: "Elder brother, if you had arrived just half a step later, Mengzi's head would have been smashed to pieces!"

Today, he originally intended to merely seize a few human hearts to forge powerful magical artifacts, but unexpectedly, he reaped such a remarkable reward, truly an unexpected delight

His hands throbbed rhythmically, as a certain dark malevolent energy was drawn from the brain domain of Shanduzuo and infused into his own body

Liao Meng shouted, "Wow, this little rascal seems to have shrunk!"

Liao Meng was also unsure of what the old man was mumbling about. He thought to himself that his brother was right to have him drink a couple more bottles of foreign liquor, but at this moment, he certainly couldn't lose face in front of his comrades. If you can speak fluently, why can't I? He then pulled out the few English phrases he could remember.

Liao Meng looked on in secret alarm. Having followed his master, he had seen and learned much, making numerous friends in the demon realm. However, his elder brother's technique was utterly inscrutable. If one were to say it resembled something, it might barely be likened to the practices of the Esoteric School, yet the forms cultivated within that tradition are invariably the White Lotus or Golden Lotus; he had never heard of anyone practicing the inverted Black Lotus!

Sweat the size of beans rolled down the foreheads of the mercenaries

The vice leader of the mercenary group, Buckley, was somewhat irritated. He had originally thought that the mission to South Africa to capture two members of the underworld would be nothing more than a delightful outing, after all, no matter how formidable the opponents were, they could not compare to professional soldiers.

Shanduozuo could not understand what he was saying. However, just by looking at his smiling face, it was clear that he was not speaking kindly. Enraged, he shook his robe and shot out more than twenty purple flame poison feathers towards the two of them.

"No..." Ling Tian smiled as he patted the shoulders of his two subordinates, "We will go together. The day after tomorrow, we must deal with the two clerics. Tonight, we must create some suitable magical tools. Well, nothing is more suitable for making magical tools than the blood of warriors."

As the evil spirit was released from the staff, it slowly drifted into the corpses, which should have been lifeless. The mercenaries began to tremble, gasping as they attempted to rise. Strange black patterns appeared on their bodies, their eyes turned a shade of grayish-white, and fangs sprouted from their mouths

The sharp blade pinched between the fingers immediately left a perfect arc on Shanduzuo's throat, and after two seconds, dark blood gushed forth, the powerful impact lifting the old wizard's head upward

"Monster, monster!"

Shanduozuo did not even glance at him, raising the staff above his head and shaking it, coldly stating: "They are all already dead"

Upon arriving in Johannesburg, I learned that Jemna had gone out on business. In the capacity of Shanduzuo, he naturally looked down upon engaging with ordinary people, thus he remained in the camp all along

At that moment, a surge of purple flames suddenly erupted in Shan Duzuo's eyes as he exclaimed sharply, "Someone has intruded!"