Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 34 Shelling
"died!?"

On the empty rooftop, Tang Song used his cane to turn over the dead bones under the tattered black robe.

The short bones, without any decoration, look ordinary, the kind that have been buried in the ground for hundreds of years and are completely boneless.

Even Tang and Song could smell the stench of a little decayed corpse.

"Urnos is a dark wizard. There are many ways to save his life. Unless he finds his phylactery, it will be difficult to destroy him!"

West was wearing ancient paladin armor. Although his 1.9-meter physique was thin, he was able to support the armor.

A faint milky white holy light radiated from the armor, and even West's face seemed to be stained with a bit of holiness.

He was standing beside Tang Song at this time, looking at Tang Song with a look of astonishment.

The strength of Urnos should not be underestimated, even when he faced Urnos he had to wear a full set of paladin armor.

This businessman, whom he had never cared much about, could easily kill Urnos' life.

West couldn't help raising the importance of Tang Song in his heart.

He began to think seriously about being the guide of the Tang and Song Dynasties.

It is not that the Holy Shield Brotherhood does not have an oriental face. One of the founders of the Holy Shield Brotherhood was Master Zhang Heng from the East.

With the ability and strength shown by Tang and Song, he must have a good prospect in the brotherhood, and he, the guide, will naturally benefit from it.

With the support of the congregation, he dare not think about the Pope's position, but the director of the referee will enter the monastery for penance in a few years.

He had no chance.

Thinking about it, West looked at Tang Song softly and kindly.

Tang Song didn't notice the change in West's gaze. He used his cane to pick aside the fragments of the black robe on the dead bones,
Watching his subordinates packing up the bodies of several snipers on the roof.

He couldn't help but feel a little gloomy. At this time, the crackling gunshots from the direction of the lighthouse reached his ears like firecrackers.

Tang Song looked at West, who was flickering like an incandescent lamp, and asked suddenly:

"Chief referee, if there is too much noise during the collection of dark creatures, which attracts the attention of government departments, how do you generally deal with it?"

West was taken aback by Tang Song's question, and then he looked at the priest beside him.

Because small things like this are usually handled by the deacons of the court.

A young priest and deacon took a step forward, and explained to Tang Song in a polite but arrogant way:
"Mr. Tang, we have a special contact agency that can directly report the news to the White House and the Ministry of National Defense. The presidential palaces of other countries also have special departments to contact us!"

Tang Song paused for a moment with his cane, and grinned: "That's good, then please report to the White House now!"

Report, report what?
The young priest was full of doubts, and some did not understand what Tang and Song meant.

"Frank, show the big guy you brought here, and let these vampires taste what it's like to be bombarded!"

Tang Song took out the communicator directly with anger, connected to the channel, and said to Frank.

…………

Two heavy-duty trucks known as military Optimus Prime stopped on the interstate not far from the pier.

Under Frank's command, a dozen strong Russian men in camouflage uniforms unloaded the heavy metal parts one by one.

Assembled on the spot, these Russian strong men are very skilled in hand speed, and it takes less than half an hour.

Two large and unusual heavy artillery appeared not far from the pier.

When the thick cannon barrel close to three meters points to the sky.

The few people on the rooftop, except Tang and Song, swallowed involuntarily.

The young priest even asked with some bumps: "Mr. Tang, what is this?"

"Cannon, isn't it very clear!" Tang Song glanced at him casually, and added: "This is a Soviet-made 2S4 240mm tulip artillery!"

"I know it's a cannon, but what are you doing with such a large cannon? Do you know the impact of using such a large-caliber cannon on the federal mainland?"

The young priest said a little madly.

Although the Holy See has a lot of autonomy in dealing with dark creatures, the governments of various countries will more or less give the Holy See some face.

But you use this kind of heavy bombardment on other people's land, this...

"Werewolves, black wizards, and the vampires inside seem to be well prepared," Tang Song ignored the frustrated young priest, but looked at West and said:
"I don't think the battlefield should be placed on the home court prepared by others, what do you think?"

The tough battle requires human lives, and Tang and Song Dynasties didn't want to use their own lives.

West looked at Tang Song's calm and firm eyes, thought about his plan, pondered for a moment, and said:
"The coming of the evil god is very important. Our church will communicate with the government on this matter. I believe Mr. President will understand our difficulties!"

The young priest next to him looked confused and wanted to say something, but the priestess pulled his clothes and stopped him in time.

.........

At this time, beside the interstate, two strong Russian men lifted a shell that was one meter long and thick as a small gas tank, and stuffed it into the magazine.

A gunner turned the gun, and tank-style tracks fed the shell into the barrel.

The two gunners shook the barrel to adjust the firing angle.

Soon, under the operation of these experienced gunners, the two cannons were aimed at the target and ready to go.

"Fire!"

Frank gave the order through the communicator.

…………

In the various dark castles near the lighthouse, some vampires quickly noticed the abnormality.

Dicken Firth's order to them was to stay here and wait for him to complete the ritual.

The evacuation of the human gunmen was quickly noticed by these vampires with a keen sense of smell.

They poked their heads out through the bunker one after another.

The humming sounded like an organ playing, and they looked up, only to see two black dots descending from the sky.

Two shells hit the very center of the lighthouse. In the lighthouse, two werewolves with submachine guns and the entire lighthouse were directly blown to pieces.

On the ground, two large pits four to five meters deep were left.

The strong shock wave oscillated with the big pit as the center, and a thick layer of soil waves was set off on the ground, and the sea not far away was also churned by it, setting off waves of waves.

Even the abandoned unfinished building where the Tang and Song Dynasties stood was shaking for a while.

……

"What movement?"

In a laboratory of the underground castle, a vampire professor in a white coat is using a centrifuge to decompose the serum sent by Dicken Firth.

Suddenly the ground shook, and dirt fell down from the ceiling.

"Is there an earthquake?"

The professor staggered and almost fell to the ground. Dicken Firth suddenly appeared beside him and supported him.

"Professor, what's the result of the experiment?"

Dicken Firth couldn't help asking without waiting for the professor to stand still.

The professor adjusted his glasses and said, "Theoretically, there is no problem. This kind of perfect blood can indeed neutralize the energy in Sunwalker's blood, but this requires a lot of experimental data as evidence!

I'm afraid this will take some time! "

"We don't have time!" Dicken Firth licked the blood on the canines.

boom……

The violent explosion sounded like muffled thunder.

The strong vibration threw the professor who had just stood firm and flew out, hitting the shelf of the centrifuge.

Blood dripped down his broken forehead, and the professor felt the moonlight shining on his body in a daze.That kind of comfortable feeling is like lying on the haystack on the farm before being embraced by a vampire, carefree and comfortable.

moon?The professor blinked and wiped away the blood that had flowed into his glasses. In the sky, a bright moon hung high.

For the first time, moonlight spilled into this underground castle converted from a Cold War air-raid shelter.

(End of this chapter)