Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 7 Sudden Attack
The little golden retriever was completely absorbed in his excited speech, as if he were standing in the center of a stage where everyone was watching.

"What a pity!" His voice rose and fell, carrying an exaggerated sense of regret. "Everyone praises your extraordinary talent. You were swept to this Black Raven Castle from who-knows-where, and in just a few dozen days you learned the language and writing here!"

"Tsk tsk, you've climbed from the lowest servant to a prospective apprentice. That old bastard Hato even said that maybe in another six months, you'll be able to summon zombies and become a full-fledged apprentice like me!"

The little golden retriever curled his lips into a mocking smile. "But what use are so-called 'geniuses' like you? I can find dozens of them in my slave horde every year!

"Obey me, be my dog; disobey me, feed me to my dogs!"

The little golden retriever's voice rose higher and higher, as if it were a bard singing.

"So what if you cultivate your spiritual power to a high level? Do you think the great lords of the underworld would deign to pay attention to a peasant like you with no background?"

"Stop daydreaming! Your status as a commoner means you are ineligible for any rights!"

"You deserve to die here, rot here!" he almost roared. "Your flesh and blood will become the most succulent nourishment for the next Dark Demon Tree, waiting for me to come and harvest it again!"

"As for the longest bone in your body... I will carefully polish it into a bone staff, making it a trophy on my path to spiritual contract!"

He paused, as if remembering something amusing, and let out a low chuckle: "Oh, I forgot to tell you, I've already collected eleven 'masterpieces' like you. And you will be the twelfth."

"What...perfect numbers!"

The little golden retriever couldn't help but wave its paws, its fingers spinning back and forth in the air, its eyes shining brightly.

Chen Mo vaguely felt that this guy was probably a bit mentally ill.

He chose to subtly provoke the golden retriever with words.

"Are you jealous of me? Jealous that I've won Ellie's favor, but she doesn't want to talk to you?"

"You're talking nonsense!!!" The little golden retriever's scream instantly tore through the air, like a bird with its neck being choked, soaring into the sky, only to crash halfway down.

His voice cracked.

Chen Mo didn't stop what he was doing. He threw the newly dug-up tree heart towards the bag at Xiao Bai's feet, and at the same time raised his voice, shouting with just the right amount of anger, as if he had been cornered, "Then why?! I've said it eight hundred times, I have no feelings for Ellie! Why are you still nagging me?!"

The young apprentice's face flushed slightly, and his hands trembled a little. He missed the black heartwood and it fell to the ground with a "thud." Chen Mo immediately bent down to pick it up.

The little golden retriever was slightly taken aback by its opponent's "breakthrough," and then burst into a loud "hohoho" laugh.

Executing a commoner was like crushing an ant for him, nothing new. Those numb lambs waiting to be slaughtered didn't even know how to struggle, leaving him with nowhere to put his carefully prepared "villainous declarations," making him feel suffocated.

Why do villains always chatter on and on at crucial moments? Probably because... how lonely it would be if no one appreciated their brilliant schemes and plots! Where else can they show off if not to the dying person in front of them?
"Alright, alright," the golden retriever said with a smug, almost condescending tone, "since you've asked so sincerely, I'll mercifully tell you..."

Just as the little golden retriever was gloating and preparing to deliver his judgment, Chen Mo suddenly turned his head to the south!

His pupils dilated suddenly, his lips parted slightly, and his face was filled with shock, as if he had seen something incredible!
"What?" Duo Gu and Little Golden Retriever almost reflexively turned their heads to look in the direction Chen Mo was looking. Lin Tao was unchanged, and the grass waves were still the same.

However, in the instant their gaze shifted—

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!
A crisp, rapid gunshot, completely out of place in this world, suddenly rang out across the open grassland!
Chen Mo had been waiting for this moment! Several minutes earlier, the crouching skeleton, Little White, had silently pulled out the cold metal object, the Type 95-1 automatic rifle, from under its empty ribs.

Xiaobai absolutely loves this thing.

After all, it was originally a skeleton gunner, and who says an automatic rifle doesn't count as a gun? For an ordinary skeleton from Will-o'-the-Wisp Alley, its chest cavity had never contained such a "valuable" treasure in its entire life. In the past, being able to fit two bags of magic dust inside was considered the peak of a skeleton gunner's worth.

Although its limited intelligence prevented it from accurately assessing the value of this object, it could feel the power and beauty contained within the steel artifact in its hand, just like the armor of the Jedi Knight or the longsword of the Dread Knight. The moment it grasped it, its empty skull couldn't help but sway slightly.

For this fatal blow, Chen Mo and Xiao Bai practiced countless times. In the end, Chen Mo designed a shooting posture that could only be performed by a hollow skeleton, which was quite bizarre.

With his back to the enemy and in a crouching position, Xiaobai deftly disengaged the safety, turned the gun upside down, and positioned the barrel steadily between his tenth and eleventh ribs.

The skull's head drooped down to be parallel to its chest, its empty eye sockets hanging upside down, staring intently at the rear-mounted sights!

Ribbon gun, fire in reverse!
As Chen Mo pretended to pick up the fallen Dark Tree Heart from the ground, his fingers seemingly unintentionally tore open a corner of the dirty "shroud" wrapped around Xiao Bai, revealing the scope's field of view.

Next came that exaggerated head turn—an old but always effective trick.

It's old-fashioned, but it works very well.

Little Golden Retriever and Duo Gu had indeed fallen for the trap. They hadn't even considered that at such a distance, a prospective apprentice who didn't even know formal spells could pose any threat.

Not to mention that Chen Mo doesn't know any offensive spells yet, even a formal mage has a considerable amount of casting time before casting a spell. If the distance isn't wide enough, the casting time is enough for an agile warrior to slash you three times and leave you with six holes.

Therefore, neither Duogu nor the little golden retriever realized that this was a deadly trap.

In the split second that their attention was diverted, Xiaobai steadily pulled the trigger.

The first to be shot was Duo Gu.

Chen Mo's initial target was this rank-up warrior, who was the strongest fighter in the entire team.

Duo Gu stood respectfully to the side and behind the little golden retriever. Perhaps because he hadn't slept all night and had been on guard all the time, the middle-aged mercenary was somewhat tired. In addition, he was distracted by Chen Mo's little trick and failed to notice Xiao Bai's attack immediately.

Even if we discover it, it doesn't matter. At such a distance, how could flesh and blood possibly outrun a bullet traveling at nearly one kilometer per second?

Having pre-set the fire selector to the desired position, Xiaobai fired a long burst.

At least half of the ten bullets penetrated Duogu's body. Unfortunately, the second bullet hit Duogu's neck, tearing through the flesh and piercing the middle-aged soldier's carotid artery.

The fourth bullet struck his head immediately afterward.

It's clear that Xiaobai isn't very good at controlling recoil yet, as the muzzle keeps tilting upwards. However, the Skeleton Gunner is quite stable, and the muzzle swing is controlled very well.

Blood sprayed out in the air like a mist. Duo Gu didn't even have time to make a sound. He barely covered his throat with his hands, threw an incredulous look at Chen Mo, and fell straight down like a wooden stake.

So what if you can take down dozens of skeletons? In the face of the violent aesthetics of firearms, humans and ghosts are equal.

The sudden gunshot startled the little golden retriever; he didn't seem to realize what had happened immediately.

The young Zircon prince made a fatal mistake when he tried to pull up his squire warrior.

Another long burst followed!

The little golden retriever's frail body was struck as if by an invisible giant hammer, falling backward. The dripping blood drew a long arc in the air, perfectly tracing the trajectory of its fall.

(End of this chapter)