The Magic Lamp Ability: Starting with One Person in the Republic of China Era

Zhou Ming nodded, then looked at the next person.

"You'll be called Stone Man!"

"You're called a bomb!"

"hell!"

"Fireball!"

"fireworks!"

"A wandering knight!"

"Electromagnetic gun!"

After Zhou Ming completed the fusion with the last person, he began to teach them basic cultivation techniques, using breathing exercises to enhance their cultivation Qi.

After calling them, he ordered the special agents to take them down to rest and tidy up, and at the same time arranged for someone to prepare a set of armor and bow and arrows.

Only then did Wang Wencai approach, his eyes still filled with shock, and said, "Your method can awaken the talent of Qi in people who have no talent?"

"No, it's more like bestowing abilities upon others, thus creating innate superpowers. And there are only these eight, but they can be re-bestowed after death," Zhou Ming said, shaking his head slightly.

"This is already terrifying. If word gets out, some sects and those two families will definitely try every means to capture you." Wang Wen was somewhat worried.

"Great, I couldn't be happier for them to come here now." Zhou Ming smiled nonchalantly.

"Brother Wen, take good care of your injury. I'm leaving tomorrow too."

"Be careful and don't act impulsively. First, train your living puppets. If there's danger, send the living puppets to charge forward," Wang Wen instructed.

"Don't worry! The first thing we'll do when we get to the battlefield is to create dozens of living human puppets," Zhou Ming said.

Chapter 41 The Healing Effect of the Blood Fiend Scythe

The next morning, Zhou Ming set off with eight people.

Although these eight people are weak, their main role is not strength, but growth.

"I wonder how things are at the dock?" Zhou Ming sprinted towards his destination.

After running for a long time, Zhou Ming suddenly slowed down and stopped. There was a small squad of Japanese soldiers in front of him.

The Bloodhound followed the scent and ran out, eventually arriving at a small building. It passed through the wall and saw seven Japanese soldiers resting inside.

"The scattered Japanese soldiers?" Zhou Ming wondered to himself as he led the group closer.

Arriving at the side of the two-story building, Zhou Ming's eyes, through the Bloodhound, clearly saw the layout of the attic and the positions of the Japanese soldiers.

Zhou Ming reached into his waistband and pulled out a snow-white object the size of a palm.

This is the Blood Fiend Scythe. In addition to its 8% life-steal ability, it also has the ability to shrink.

It was shrunk from its original length of 1.78 meters to the size of a palm.

"Smaller is better; smaller is more agile." Zhou Ming's mind raced, and the Blood Fiend Scythe flew from his palm.

Suddenly it started spinning, and the speed increased.

"Hoohoo!"

A distinct sound rang out.

Among the Japanese soldiers resting inside the building, one of the slightly overweight soldiers keenly heard the whooshing sound.

His expression changed slightly, and he quickly raised his hand to make a gesture, but then a white light rushed in through the window.

It slashed across his neck in an instant, and his head flew off, but not a drop of blood came out.

The other Japanese soldiers were horrified and picked up their guns to fire, but the white light was even faster, instantly circling around and adding six more heads.

At this moment, the disc-like white light slowly stopped, revealing that it had transformed into a 40-centimeter-long bloodthirsty scythe.

"Handling, speed, sharpness, and cutting ability all far surpass the Blood Fiend Demon Blade. It truly lives up to its reputation as a magic weapon that has undergone an upgrade." Zhou Ming walked in with a smile on his lips and then spoke to the other eight people.

"Pile all the corpses together, and hurry up."

"Yes, boss." Pikachu, wearing armor, was the first to respond and scurried over.

Unlike in the game, the horned armor's power enhances both the armor and the wearer, so wearing it doesn't feel heavy or affect speed.

The remaining seven men each dragged a corpse, and the last man collected all the heads together.

Zhou Ming stood beside the pile of corpses, his crimson blood-fiend power surging forth and completely enveloping them.

“The Blood Fiend Talisman and the bones of the supernatural being—both of these items have significant gaps.” Zhou Ming squinted his eyes.

The Blood Demon Blade can be upgraded not just once, but three times. The final data concept corresponds to the divine equipment, the Bloodthirsty Blade.

"It takes 13 Blood Fiend Talismans plus bones to form a Blood Fiend Demon Blade. Seven Blood Fiend Demon Blades can be fused and upgraded into a Blood Fiend Scythe, and three Blood Fiend Scythes are needed for the next upgrade." Zhou Ming roughly calculated.

"One or two advancements require 273 Blood Fiend Talismans. Five magic treasures that have undergone two advancements can be fused into a divine weapon that has undergone three evolutions, requiring a total of 1365 Blood Fiend Talismans."

Zhou Ming was slightly taken aback when he calculated the number; in peacetime, it would be impossible to collect such a quantity.

"And there are also bones of the supernatural beings. I really want to see right now just how powerful the magic weapon made with so many Japanese devils is." Zhou Ming withdrew his Blood Fiend power and brought back seven Blood Fiend Talismans.

He turned around and led the eight people on their way. After experiencing what had just happened, many of the little worries in their hearts had dissipated.

Zhou Ming led the group through the streets, while three blood eagles flew in the sky, observing their surroundings.

On the streets not far from the dock, a large number of Japanese soldiers were stationed.

There was about a battalion of troops attacking this intersection, and there were several other similar points of attack and defense.

Zhou Ming led eight people to climb onto a rooftop to observe the entire battlefield. Zhou Ming had no intention of joining the fray directly; after everything that had happened before, he had already changed his combat strategy.

Looking at the sky, although it was already afternoon, it would probably be another two or three hours before it got dark.

"Whether you live or die next depends on your own control over your abilities. If you die, consider it bad luck," Zhou Ming said, turning to the eight people.

All eight people felt a chill run down their spines and quickly nodded.

Leading everyone downstairs, Zhou Ming used his superior field of vision and the Blood Eagle, which resembled a mini-map, to navigate the streets.

Arriving behind the Japanese positions, I looked at a three-story building.

"It's here after all!" Zhou Ming twitched his nose and indeed smelled the Qi.

"When I make my move, you all rush in immediately and kill everyone you encounter," Zhou Ming said to the eight men.

Zhou Ming wasn't there to be a babysitter for these eight people, nor were they there to provide logistical support. Instead, he wanted them to fully utilize their abilities and strengthen their card spirit attributes.

So it doesn't matter if I die.

Seeing the eight people nod nervously, Zhou Ming carefully began to urge the Bloodhound to burrow underground and head towards the building.

"This scent is very similar to that of an Onmyoji. It's probably the master of those three shikigami on the battlefield." Zhou Ming squinted his eyes, his blood-red scythe spinning faster and faster.

Through the bloodhound, he observed the scene inside.

The vampire hound shrank back, hiding its body in the wall, only its nose and eyes showing.

The scene on the third floor suddenly appeared before my eyes, and I could see the Onmyoji standing by the window at a glance.

Four paper figures floated in his hands as he focused intently on the distant battlefield, controlling his four shikigami.

This may be why no vampire dogs were found.

In addition, there were two burly men and four Japanese soldiers carrying rifles, two of whom also had the scent of Qi.

Zhou Ming outside suddenly opened his narrowed eyes, pushed his hand hard, and the Blood Fiend Scythe, which was already spinning and shining like a disc, flew out instantly.

It pierced through the second-floor wall like a knife cutting through tofu, instantly penetrating the third-floor floor and flying upwards.

"Buzz!"

The moment the buzzing sound rang out, the Onmyoji sensed something was terribly wrong, but he had no chance to react before intense pain shot through his lower body.

In an instant, he lost consciousness.

The Onmyoji was completely cut in half, and the burly man watching from the side stared wide-eyed.

"Onmyoji..." Before they could finish speaking, a flash of white light appeared, and the two burly men with Qi were also beheaded.

Zhou Ming let out a long breath, glanced at the eight people who rushed out, and touched his chest.

"The internal injuries have been fully healed. The actual effect of this 8% absorption and conversion rate is not too exaggerated," Zhou Ming thought to himself.

Zhou Ming had also suffered internal injuries before, and the power of the explosion was not so easy to stop, but it was less severe than Wang Wen's, so it did not look as serious.

However, it was impossible to recover in just three to five days. It wasn't until today, thanks to the power of the Blood Fiend Scythe, that I was able to fully recover from my injuries.

Just then, gunshots rang out from inside the building.

Chapter 42 Accumulating Blood Fiend Talismans

Zhou Ming observed the surrounding situation through the three-headed blood eagle, then got up and rushed towards the small building, where the battle had ended.

On the third floor, Pikachu touched his armor, which had only a few scratches, and said incredulously, "I can actually stop bullets."

The Ranger and Electromagnetic Cannon, standing to the side, were slightly out of breath. Although they had only used their abilities briefly, the intense tension made them feel as if they had just done some strenuous activity.

After arriving on the third floor, Zhou Ming's gaze immediately fell upon the four Japanese soldiers. One of them had a hole in his head, while the other three were charred black and sparking.

"Not quite dead yet?" Zhou Ming threw out three Blood Fiend Talismans, which flew directly into the bodies of the three Japanese devils.

"We're running out of time!" Zhou Ming frowned slightly.

In Blood Eagle's line of sight, a group of Japanese soldiers were already running towards them, presumably investigating why there had been gunfire.

There was no way Zhou Ming would have ten minutes to refine the Blood Fiend Talisman.

Fortunately, the transformation of the Blood Demon Soldiers was very rapid, and the three Blood Demon Soldiers immediately stood up.

Zhou Ming controlled the three of them to unleash their bloodthirsty power, which devoured the slain soldiers.

"Take these three bodies and retreat immediately." After saying this, Zhou Ming jumped out of the window.

The eight men scrambled to catch up, while the three Japanese Blood Demon soldiers were held back.

With the map effects of Blood Eagle, Zhou Ming directly launched a guerrilla war behind the Japanese lines.

As dusk fell, Zhou Ming led 35 people to hide in the reeds not far from the dock, 27 of whom were Blood Demon Soldiers.