Fingal was so frightened that the Bronze Throne opened, and the enhanced explosive power made him roll out of the way at once.

Just kidding, this is a hand-held M2 heavy machine gun modified by the Equipment Department.

The original M2 heavy machine gun was already a lightly armored killer, not to mention an improved version of the armament department.

Not only did the neurotic blasters change their bullet caliber to 14.5 mm, but their rate of fire was changed from 500 rounds per minute to 1,500 rounds per minute.

What's even more outrageous is that they replaced all the bullets with instantaneous bombs!

Even if the mass of the human body is not enough to cause the effects of the intrusion tube and detonator, at a certain time, the flame of the luminous agent will ignite the explosives inside.

These guys must be on their way to smacking their teammates!

Fingal, who was in the way, slipped away, and Chu Zihang pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Although at Lu Mingfei's request, the Equipment Department installed a retractor on the improved M2, the huge recoil still made Chu Zihang's upper body constantly lean back.

He endured in silence, his feet nailed to the ground like nails.

Lu Mingfei can train day and night in the "Pain Cage", and this pain is nothing.

Constipation-thick bullets shot out like a sparse shot, and the black-clad guards were shot through without resistance, and then shattered by the subsequent explosion.

A pair of golden pupils lit up and went out, even if it was a half-blood, it was no different from ordinary people in the face of this kind of firepower.

The Spirit of Words can withstand heavy machine gun attacks, but it takes time to release.

With a rate of 25 rounds per second, they simply didn't have time to recite the dragon script, which symbolized strength.

A minute later, the slaughter was over, and the House of Paradise had turned into a hell of severed limbs.

Sakurai Twilight looked at all this and suddenly felt a little sad.

The Demons use violence and cruelty to control the underworld, but when it comes to true violence, they are only weak.

However, it is also because they were caught off guard.

If you had received the information earlier, you would have been able to get such a heavy weapon with the strength of the Fierce Ghosts.

When she saw Fingal hold up a bazooka painted red with a grimace painted on it and aim it at the ceiling of the Elysium, she couldn't help herself.

The Pavilion of Paradise was built by Sakurai Kotwi with great effort, and it is not only a symbol of her status, but also a manifestation of her self-worth, and it cannot be destroyed just like that.

"Guest, can you give me a call?"

Sakurai said.

Lu Mingfei took her right hand and answered instead.

Sakurai shook her arm and pulled out a small phone from her pocket.

She didn't make a call, she just pressed a few buttons according to a certain pattern.

Lu Mingfei didn't care what she was doing, if she called someone to besiege them, it would be just too much to ask for.

When he was in the warband, the most annoying thing for him was chasing the Spirit Pirates.

The pointy-eared ships were fast and nimble, and there were various escape devices such as psionic camouflage.

Catching a few Elven pirates is more tiring than fighting an entire Chaos Space Marine Gang.

And their lair is more tightly hidden than their ship, and even Slaanesh can't find a place in the Ark world, let alone Lu Mingfei.

If he could find the nest of the Spirit Clan, he would have thrown dozens of extermination virus torpedoes as a gift first.

In Lu Mingfei's opinion, these degenerate hybrids who call themselves "fierce ghosts" are very similar to the dark spirit race.

They all like to be sneaky, play with intrigues, pretend, be greedy for pleasure, wantonly modify genes, and have a base camp of extreme luxury.

If this woman could call all their main forces, it would save him at least half of his time.

"Guests, please wait, the adults will be here soon."

Sakurai Twilight lowered her head and said, like a little guy in charge of reception.

"How long?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"It's not for me to ask about the adults' itinerary, but I won't keep you waiting."

Sakurai said.

He ignored her words, and instead gestured to Chu Zihang and Fingal.

In the past few weeks, Lu Mingfei has additionally joined the training of the battle group orders in his daily training, and now Chu Zihang and the others know what to do as soon as they see his gestures.

The two of them quickly removed several other equipment boxes from the car and removed the equipment inside.

Modular position structure, which is what Lu Ming fought when he was not forging weapons.

It sounds lofty, but the most advanced part is the plastic steel formulation.

It's a basic training item that the warband uses to train the Recruits' fortification skills, but it's good enough to deal with these depraved hybrids.

The plastic steel plates were quickly assembled according to the reserved interfaces, and a small fortress was built on the smooth ground of the Bliss Pavilion.

Several thick and long barrels protruded from the shooting holes, and there were two large shooting holes, which did not look like the guns were fired.

Seeing that the Elysium Pavilion has become a battlefield, Sakurai Twilight can no longer maintain her calm and reserved appearance.

Although the fierce ghosts are very powerful, they are still hey after all, and they are used to assassination, kidnapping, and black guns.

And the style of action of these three men is like veterans of the battlefield, and they plan to fight them head-on.

Why did two groups of completely different styles come together?

Sakurai Twilight couldn't figure out when they had offended these fierce gods.

If it's for the "divine blood", you can just spend money to buy the formula from them, and it's not impossible to send it directly.

It can't really be the FBI, and even if it was, it should go to the Mexican gang.

Her hand quietly slid across the phone, and the next second her arm was folded in reverse.

A short scream rang out and disappeared, and Sakurai bit her lip, not allowing herself to let out another cry of pain.

"This Japanese girl is really strong."

Fingal, who saw this in the shooting hole, sighed.

If it were him, he should have fed this charming female manager mouth-to-mouth at this time.

It's a pity that she fell into the hands of Senior Brother Lu.

The head of his own regiment doesn't know what it means to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, Sakai Akina is beaten by him every day until he can't get out of bed, and the female students in the academy who are more capable of beating have not escaped his poisonous hands.

After a long wait, a long singing voice came into the Paradise Hall.

The tone is extremely weird, like a goose that has been strangled by someone's neck.

This is the Japanese way of singing Noh opera, and if they can understand Japanese, they will know that the story of Izanami and Izanagi is being sung.

Izanami is a wood god in Japanese mythology and the god of defilement in the Yellow Springs.

Legend has it that she and her brother Izanagi walked around the Jade Pillar of Heaven, and when they met, they praised each other, and then gave birth to the Japanese gods and the Japanese Hachishima.

However, the comer is not singing the story of the Japanese gods, but the first child of these two gods.

They gave birth to a child from their first union, but a deformed child with underdeveloped bones, like a leech.

So they put the child in the reed boat and let it float away with the current, not among the children they had born.

In Japanese mythology, this leech fell into the mortal world, but eventually became the most popular and widely loved god of Ebisu, the first of the Seven Gods of Good Fortune.

But in this story, this abandoned deformed child sinks into a bottomless abyss, constantly climbing up to see a ray of sunlight, and every day he eats the carrion of insects and rats.

He hated it immensely, hated the creator god who created this hoodoo thing that made him, hated the brothers and sisters who enjoyed the sun and respected.

But he longed, longed to return to the womb of the Mother Goddess and conceive again.

This time, he will surely grow into a perfect, great, supreme deity.

Sakurai listened silently, she knew that this ballad was written for them, and the Oni were a bunch of deformed monsters.

Carrying the blood of God, but because of a congenital defect, he fell into a ghost.

Compared to the black and white snakes and eight families, they are just ghouls who eat carrion.

Tsuruno just cowered between Fingal and Chu Zihang, shivering.

It should be said that he was very lucky, and after the round of gunfire just now, he was only bruised on his buttocks.

Fingal saw that he was useful on the way, and dragged him into the fortifications.

"What is he singing about?"

Fingal asked.

So Tsuruno Tsuruno translated it briefly for them.

"This Japanese myth is perverted enough."

Fingal said disdainfully.

Chu Zihang said in his heart that your Norse mythology is not much stronger, the light elves and dark elves are all maggots, and the giant ancestor Yumir and the cow are not clear.

In fact, the creation myths of various countries are almost like this, after countless years of evolution, they have combined the three views from primitive society to feudal society, and it is normal for modern people to feel spicy when they look at it.

With the sound of a bang, the singing stopped, and the mountain fell silent again.

Lu Mingfei closed his eyes, his ears twitching slightly.

"Here we are."

After a moment, he opened his eyes and said.

The sound of hissing and grinding came from all directions towards the Elysium like ten thousand snakes.

"It's nice to have friends from afar, but it's not quite in line with the way of being a guest to be so rude to our Miss Sakurai."

On the second floor of the Gokurakan Hall, a man wearing a Noh mask is standing on it.

The face on the mask has blood-red lips, rust-black teeth, and long, elongated, white eyes.

This is the face of the ancient Japanese ministers, who according to legend liked to dye their teeth black with rust and decorate their pale lips with the blood of maidens.

This person, who seemed to have come out of history, looked at everyone condescendingly, and the bright lights of the Paradise Pavilion shone on him without the slightest sense of light.

The black haori is like a black hole, trying to drain all the light, heat, and beauty of the world to fill the greed that can never be satisfied.

"Your Excellency."

Even though she couldn't kneel, Sakurai lowered her head in respect.

This is the king, the supreme leader of the demons, the one who holds the authority to grant wishes.

In a place covered by the forces of the fierce ghosts, his words are more useful than the prime minister's.

"Good work, Sakurai-san."

The king said gently, not at all angry that she had been captured.

"The subordinates are terrified."

Sakurai Twilight lowered her head, not daring to look at Wang Jiang.

As a high-ranking cadre of the fierce ghosts, of course she knew that the minister in front of her was not a kind old man, but a man-eating monster.

"Guest, you."

The Minister spoke again, and three .60 Beowulf bullets gagged his mouth.

And then he blasted his mouth into rotten flesh with his mouth and mask.

"Why do villains always like to talk a bunch of nonsense?"

Chu Zihang couldn't help but ask when he looked at this scene.

Fingal scratched his head and replied uncertainly.

"Presumably for a little more playing time?"

For the first time, Chu Zihang felt that this Kassel shame was quite reasonable.

"Lujun, Cassel taught you to be a bad boy."

Another man wearing a minister's mask walked out and said in a regretful tone.

(End of chapter)