Evil of all ages

Chapter 137 Gatling Gun

"Why bother!"

"Why did you have to run out!"

"If I were you, I would have already taken the Tianxing Sect's legacy and run away."

"Why bother with the people here? It's better to create another Starfish Faction or Wind Star Faction outside than to run away and ruin everything."

Huang Taichu said lightly.

"Sir, our Tianxing Sect is not without friends."

"Moreover, our Tianxing Sect has to supply a batch of iron ore to the Tianlong Sect every year, so we are one of the most important partners of the Tianlong Sect."

“It will do you no good to fight us to the death.”

"Why not turn hostility into friendship and pretend that this is all a misunderstanding?"

Seeing that Huang Taichu had no intention of backing down, Wen Bai brought up the Tianlongmen.

"You guys are so boring. When things turn against you, you just bring up this and that."

Do you think this will be useful?

"Even if the Heavenly Dragon Sect doesn't care about your Heavenly Star Sect, it's only because you're alive that you have value."

“If I wipe you out, you will be worthless. Would the Heavenly Dragon Sect be foolish enough to provoke me for something worthless?”

"Besides, the Heavenly Dragon Sect is nothing to you, but it's not to me."

Huang Taichu said sarcastically.

"Don't be ungrateful. Even if your truth is powerful, how many of us can you kill?"

Seeing that Huang Taichu wouldn't budge an inch, even Wen Baishen, with his good temper, became angry.

He didn't believe that the truth Huang Taichu held could be used indefinitely.

"Indeed, I only have a few magazines full of bullets left, and there are only about a hundred bullets in these magazines in total."

"So these two Truth swords can kill a maximum of another hundred people."

Huang Taichu gave the other side a glimmer of hope, because the greater the hope, the greater the despair in the end.

Upon hearing this, Wen Baishen was overjoyed. He believed he could withstand a hundred bullets, so he made a gesture, signaling everyone to retreat.

Once he had used up all 100 bullets, everyone swarmed him.

He didn't believe that Li Xunhuan could survive facing so many people.

"boom"

"boom"

"boom"

When Huang Taichu saw Wen Baishen gracefully wielding his sword and striking a pose as if asking for guidance, he immediately gave him three bullets.

"bump"

With a flick of his sword, Wen Bai sent all three bullets flying.

Huang Taichu knew that pistols were no longer a great threat to late-stage Innate Realm experts, but he still had to empty a magazine.

"boom"

"boom"

"..."

Five more shots were fired at tricky angles toward Wen Baishen.

Seeing that the bullets could curve, Wen Baishen surged with his inner energy, enhanced his movement technique, and blocked all five bullets again.

This time, however, his breathing became unsteady.

Before he could catch his breath, four more bullets came hurtling towards him from every angle.

He took a deep breath and blocked four more bullets.

His unsteady breathing turned into shallow panting.

Huang Taichu holstered his gun, blew away the gunpowder from the muzzle, and with a flick of his wrists, the two pistols disappeared.

Wen Baishen frowned slightly, because he couldn't see how Huang Taichu had made the truth disappear.

"What, you want to talk peace?"

"But don't you think it's too late to talk peace now?"

Although the opponent's magic tricks were so skillful that no one could tell, they managed to hide the two Truths.

This led Wen Bai to believe that the other party, realizing they could no longer threaten him with the truth, was preparing for peace talks.

This made him feel smug; it turned out that even the other party had moments of fear.

But it's too late to be afraid now.

"Peace talks?"

"How is that possible?" "You blocked twelve bullets and passed the first baptism. Congratulations, you are the first person to see my second baptism."

Huang Taichu grinned and said.

"Huh, pretending to be a ghost!"

Wen Baishen could not possibly boost the morale of others while diminishing his own prestige, hence his accusation that Huang Taichu was faking it.

But even though he said that, his whole body tensed up.

When Huang Taichu heard the other party say that he was pretending to be a ghost, a cold smile appeared on his lips. He was too lazy to refute the words of a dying man.

He exuded spiritual energy and materialized extremely modern weapons using his spiritual power.

Everyone in the Tianxing Sect saw the large silver iron lump in Huang Taichu's hand and didn't understand what it was.

Only Wen Baishen broke out in a cold sweat when he saw this object.

It wasn't that he recognized the object; rather, the moment he saw this large, silvery iron lump, he sensed a strong aura of death emanating from it.

"We can't let you die in vain; we have to let you die knowing the truth."

"You must be wondering what I have in my hand?"

"That's a Gatling gun... a Vulcan Gatling gun!"

"It can also fire bullets, but it is far more terrifying than the truth."

"The bullet of truth has a caliber of 5.45 mm, while its bullet has a caliber of 7.62 mm. You may not understand the difference."

"To put it simply, the bullets fired by the Vulcan Gatling gun are more than one level stronger in power and destructive force than the bullets fired by the Truth."

"The bullets fired by Truth can be blocked by weapons, but the bullets fired by the Vulcan Gatling gun are beyond the human body's tolerance."

"Of course, if you're a peak innate expert who specializes in speed training, you might be able to escape if I fire at you. But a grandmaster-level old monster can withstand it."

"Oh, I've gone off on a tangent. We haven't gotten to the main point yet. Compared to the Truth, what's truly terrifying about the Vulcan Gatling gun is its rate of fire."

"Because the Vulcan Gatling gun can fire 6000 bullets per minute, which is equivalent to 100 bullets per second."

"Since it consists of six pipes and is a product of Nen ability, it is naturally unreasonable. I have increased it to 600 bullets per second."

"You don't know how much a second is, so just think of it as half a breath."

"It can fire 600 bullets in half a breath."

"Don't worry about not having enough bullets, they're all made from my thoughts."

"I can't even estimate how much power I have. Just think of me as having unlimited bullets."

"There's no need to worry about the Vulcan Gatling gun jamming or wearing out, because it's a Nen product and all its bad habits will self-repair."

"So, my little darlings, are you ready for the metal storm...?"

Huang Taichu grinned, looking like a villain.

"Don't listen to his nonsense. How could there possibly be such a terrifying weapon in the world?"

"On my command, kill!"

After hearing Huang Taichu's detailed explanation of the Vulcan Gatling gun, Wen Baishen was already panicked.

To conceal his fear and unease, he used his numerical advantage to launch a mass attack.

"Hahaha... My little cuties, let's fly together."

Huang Taichu aimed the Vulcan Gatling gun at Wen Baishen. The next second, the silver six-pipe spun, turning 3,600 times in a single breath.

The sound of bullet casings splattering was so captivating, and even the smell of gunpowder in the air was utterly mesmerizing.

The high-speed rotation of the six silver pipes causes blue flames to erupt from the muzzle, never to be extinguished.

Bullets tore through the air, leaving streaks of crimson lines in mid-air like meteor showers, all of which enveloped Wen Baishen.

Wen Baishen immediately activated his protective inner energy and focused intently on Huang Taichu.

It was only when those anti-aircraft bullets rained down on him that he realized it was too late.

The moment his protective aura made contact with the impenetrable bullet, it was as fragile as tofu and torn to shreds.

Immediately afterwards, his physical body was also easily torn apart.

In an instant, his consciousness was swallowed by darkness.

In the eyes of the other Tianxing Sect disciples, what they saw was:
Their old leader let out a loud shout, and then his entire upper body exploded.

Numerous chunks of meat burst out, splattering everywhere.

Only the lower part of the old sect leader remained standing there motionless; his upper body was gone.

In an instant, everyone was shrouded in despair and death.

Huang Taichu showed no mercy and treated everyone else equally.

Even Wen Baishen, a late-stage innate cultivator, couldn't withstand the Gatling gun, let alone anyone else.

In an instant, the scene was filled with flying flesh and blood, which flowed together to form a river of blood, creating a scene of hell on earth.

(End of this chapter)