Chapter 52 My painting style is better than yours (Third update, please vote for me)
In any era, the lethality of firearms is terrifying. If a group of unarmed infected bodies want to survive the hail of bullets, the outcome is self-evident.
They didn't even see the machine gun. They were directly fired by the precise sniper rifle and died on the way to the villa.
The lawn area is too big!
In a sense, what kills them is their ability.
In front of the big house, the housekeeper ordered people to set up sandbags and set up two machine guns, forming a cross network to maximize firepower.
The two maids each had a machine gun. They were stocky and fired as if there was no recoil.
It's a pity that it can't be opened.
The heads were snatched by the sniper maid on the rooftop.
Wayne was sitting behind a sandbag with a parasol, a small deck chair, sunglasses and black tea, and next to him was the butler with a monocle standing upright.
He thought of the believers who had just spat out tentacles and guessed that these people were parasitized by raw eggs. He said with a cold look on his face: "What disgusting tentacles, they look so ugly!"
The butler and maid did not panic because of the appearance of believers. They knew that magic existed in the world and had received professional training. The butler, in particular, had a strong record of killing four magicians head-on.
Again, within seven steps, the gun is accurate and fast.
Wayne picked up the telescope and looked at the tentacles hanging high in the sky over the town, frowning and saying nothing.
Depending on the situation, the sacrificial ceremony has already been started. I wonder if Isabella can handle it? The Earth Center Religion gathered a large number of townspeople. Have these innocent people been parasitized?
Wayne doesn't like the Geocentric Cult. He can't have a good impression of the Geocentric Cult no matter from the perspective of righteousness or personal grudges.
Even if it was the Lord of the Void, captain of the transportation team, Wayne was unwilling to say a word of thanks to him. Why should he thank him for the four elements he had snatched with his own ability?
The arrival of the believers made Wayne realize that he had been named by the Lord of the Void. If Isabella was cold, there would be a large number of mutated believers rushing towards the big house, and there would be powerful magicians such as the leader and the archmaster. .
If the entire town of Enlord had mutated, it would feel like a déjà vu of a zombie siege, which made Wayne's scalp numb just thinking about it.
He believed that the housekeeper and the maid could hold on to the big house for fifty-eight days. He just felt that it was a pity that the townspeople were innocent and should not have to suffer such a disaster.
"I hope Isabella will not disappoint the teacher..."
Wayne murmured and suddenly felt a wave of magic power.
There are experts too!
He stood up, keeping the butler on guard and looking intently in the direction of the magic wave.
On the lawn, the believers who had been shot by sniper rifles twisted and crawled, squirming and gathering in one place. Their flesh and blood were piled on top of each other, and white foam overflowed and they were stitched together into a whole.
The ball of flesh was covered with limbs and pale faces, rolling and running towards the sandbag.
The target is Wayne.
The two machine guns opened fire immediately, streaks of fire interspersed with each other, and the concentrated fire accelerated the rolling meat ball, exploding into chunks of bloody flesh.
The flat lawn ensures that there are no blind spots for firepower, but it only slows down the speed of the meat ball, unable to completely stop it, let alone completely defeat it.
boom!
The meat ball didn’t know what it was pressed on. It was bounced half a meter away by the violent explosion. After falling to pieces, it touched the steel wires that had been arranged and set off flaming snakes.
boom! boom! boom!
Continuous explosions occurred one after another. The incendiary bottles buried in the ground exploded, leaving blood, flesh and white foam attached, which were purified with high temperatures.
The effect was outstanding. The flesh and blood infected by the parasite and gradually assimilated to the starfish were very flammable. After a while, the lawn was filled with fire and black smoke.
Wayne raised his hand, took the silk scarf and handkerchief from Fra, and covered his mouth and nose.
The combustion bottle was made by the butler. According to Wayne's request, motor oil with extremely high adhesion was added to the gasoline to make the flame difficult to extinguish.
Occasionally a white light lights up, dazzling, like white phosphorus.
Fra: Magnesium powder, I added magnesium powder!
In order to ensure high-temperature and powerful sterilization, the housekeeper tied magnesium powder around the incendiary bottle. He is a professional butler and very professional, and is familiar with the techniques of making incendiary bottles.
As for the lawn being destroyed, the housekeeper didn't take it to heart. He just made a phone call and Lundan would bring a new lawn over.
Wearing sunglasses, Wayne lamented the butler's meticulous consideration. He could not imagine how sloppy his life would become after losing his butler three months later.
Before Wayne could sigh for long, a sudden change occurred in the field. More than a dozen mud-like natives rose up from the ground and walked towards the sandbags under cross fire.
The enhanced version of the ooze monster ignores bullet damage and quickly fuses through its openings, almost becoming physically immune.
They waded through minefields and braved explosions.
Wayne frowned and closed his eyes to sense the presence of the magicians around him. The result was not very friendly. Not only was the magician superior to him in magic, he was also very skilled in holding his breath. His dog nose could not smell the odor at all.
Wayne was eager to give it a try. He half-crouched and placed his hands on the ground. In terms of magical attainments, he might not be as good as his opponent, but when it comes to the reserve of magic power... Hehe, my painting style is worse than yours!
A wall of earth surged up, imprisoning the clay figures and solidifying them together. They used basic magic to defeat the advanced magic in a down-to-earth manner.
The basis is that in Wayne's view, the two bishops Kent and Melville do not think that earth walls are basic magic, and Wayne can easily summon more than ten earth walls at once, which also makes the two bishops' secret secrets difficult.
The Holy Son's magic power is very large, and his thinking and will are tough enough, which ensures that he can release and control magic more than ten times at the same time.
It is impossible to take away the Holy Son using conventional means!
The magic power rippled and black rain clouds surged over the big villa. The lightning snakes were rubbing against each other as they ran away. A thunderous rain was about to fall.
Wayne's eyes lit up and he accurately captured the location where the magic power fluctuated. He spoke quickly: "Two o'clock direction, fifty meters."
Fula nodded, pushed the suitcase on the table, and pressed it accurately.
There was a loud bang, mud and blood spattered, and the shock wave lifted half of the charred corpse into the air, taking away the cautious Bishop Melville.
He was already cautious enough, but poverty limited his imagination. He never expected that the housekeeper was so well prepared.
The rain clouds over the big house quickly dispersed. At Wayne's signal, the housekeeper connected his hands, and explosions were heard one after another, plowing the lawn in front of the big house.
Scorched earth was everywhere, gunpowder smoke was rising, and the pungent smell spread in all directions along with the steaming heat waves.
"Master Wayne, the enemy is dead and there seems to be no other intruders." Fula came to Wayne's side, bowed and handed over the silk scarf to cover his nose.
"I understand, thank you for reminding me."
Wayne nodded, took a deep breath, took the scarf with one hand, and pressed it on the ground with the other.
On the cover of the Book of Greed, the big eyes looked towards nature, the link was opened, and obscure information poured into the big eyes, entrenched in Wayne's body, dyeing his pure white magic power green.
The veins on the back of Wayne's hand bulged, and the huge magic power far beyond that of a magician's apprentice poured into the ground. Grass clippings grew rapidly, and vines flew through the soil.
The lawn around the big house is like the sea under a storm, with rolling waves and undulating waves.
The waves are turbulent, the undercurrent is turbulent, hundreds of vines are woven and interspersed, and the huge surrounding net is constantly shrinking, looking for big rats that may be hidden in it.
Bang!
The flaming wind blade cut a square shape on the surface. Bishop Kent jumped out and shouted loudly: "Holy Son, I am Bishop Kent of the Earth Center Church. I am here to greet you under the command of the Master of the Void. I am not an enemy."
Wayne turned a deaf ear. He and the Geocentric Cult are not the same people. Just partners and evil villains can never be the same people.
He increased his magic output, and hundreds of vines emerged from the ground. They formed in twos and threes and turned into vine palms to grab Kent.
Kent naturally would not sit still and wait for death. He called out, trying to awaken Wayne's rational conscience and asked the Holy Son to stop being obsessed with it. While walking in the air, magic ripples erupted under his feet. He kept changing directions while walking in the air to avoid the pursuit and interception of the vine palms.
Wield wind blades and flames at the same time to disperse the unavoidable vines.
boom!
Wayne's magic burst out again, and more vine hands emerged from the ground, making up for the gap between himself and Kent with their numbers. Finally, a big hand grabbed Kent's calf.
The vines shrank, and the severe pain interrupted Kent's thinking. As the vines wrapped around his palms, the plant ball shrank and solidified in mid-air.
"Hey, I caught you!"
Light flashed in Wayne's eyes, and the ball made of vines was buried deep into the ground, and then his open palms suddenly clenched into fists.
Bang!
There was a muffled sound, very faint.
There was no scream, and there was no sound of breaking or compressing. Kent walked very quietly.
Wayne sighed and looked at Fula: "Butler, am I killing someone?"
"As far as I know, if there's no evidence, it doesn't count."
"..."
Wayne rolled his eyes and was about to complain when Fra took out the white towel from his jacket pocket and slowly wiped Wayne's right hand.
"???"
A series of question marks floated across Wayne's forehead, what is this?
"Master Wayne, your hands are dirty."
"..."
Wayne: (_)
Don’t manage the house like this. The better you behave, the more afraid I am of losing you.
(End of chapter)