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

At this moment, Nomura Jiichi, who was suspended more than 100 meters in the air, looked at Zhou Ming with a somewhat ferocious gaze.

His left shoulder was slashed open, and blood flowed down to his chest.

"Zhou Ming? As expected of the Blood Demon, he's a truly terrifying guy. A bounty of 10,000 silver dollars is simply not enough. This kind of guy deserves at least 30,000." Nomura Jiichi said through gritted teeth, clutching his wound.

Just then, a buzzing sound rang out, and the bomber flew back. Nomura Jiichi quickly jumped onto the bomber and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although it allows one to levitate, it consumes a great deal of energy, and if it continues, the outcome may be uncertain.

Hachiman flew beside him, watching Zhou Ming warily, while also glancing at the rangers out of the corner of his eye to prevent them from attacking the bomber.

Nomura Jiichi only lowered his guard after flying away from the battlefield.

"Damn Blood Demon! A whole squadron, almost a whole squadron of bombers, was destroyed by this guy!" A Japanese officer in his fifties said angrily in an office.

Nomura Jiichi sat to the side, changed his clothes, and said without looking up, "As I said in the report, the enemy has very strong low-altitude attack methods. Their range is not as good as mine, but their intensity is greater than mine. Therefore, I do not recommend that we continue to carry out low-altitude bombing on the Shanghai battlefield."

"Moreover, high-altitude bombing also requires escorts like me, otherwise those Blood Eagles could destroy all the bombers."

"Do you even know what you're saying?" the Japanese officer said with a grim expression.

"I'm just stating the facts," Nomura Jiichi said calmly.

"These Chinese are extremely tenacious; we must not stop bombing them," the Japanese officer said decisively.

"Then what are you going to do? Send the bombers to their deaths? Don't forget, if a few more pilots die, you'll probably be facing a military court." Nomura Jiichi said coldly.

Nomura Jiichi was not like these crazy military personnel; he only wanted to make money and enjoy himself, and as an extraordinary person, he looked down on these ordinary people.

"Take care of him, and you go and deal with Zhou Ming." The Japanese officer looked at Nomura Jiichi.

"I'm sorry, I'm injured, I'm afraid I can't do it." Nomura Jiichi reached out and touched the bandage on his left shoulder, still feeling a little palpitations.

That immense mental pressure was even more terrifying than the opponent's powerful sword energy.

"Even you are no match for the Blood Demon?" the Japanese officer said, frowning.

"I only suffered a loss, but he is indeed a strong person. However, in two years, he will definitely not be my match," Nomura Jiichi said softly.

"This continent is truly a place where hidden talents abound. How could someone without any sect or faction possess such formidable strength?" The Japanese officer's eyes gleamed with even greater murderous intent.

"Judging from your appearance, you must have a way to deal with the Blood Demon." Nomura Jiichi said, his brow twitching as he looked at the Japanese officer.

"There are indeed many strong people among the Chinese, but that doesn't mean they are all our enemies." The Japanese officer sneered.

"Spread the word that the bounty on the Blood Demon has been increased to 100,000 silver dollars, and 200,000 if he is captured alive. Also, tell everyone that as long as you injure, kill or capture the Blood Demon alive, you can join the Great Japanese Empire and receive a high-ranking official position and salary."

Chapter 65 Conflict

When Nomura Jiichi heard about the bounty, even he was tempted and looked at the Japanese officer with a shocked expression.

"You really went all out."

"Do you know how much damage Zhou Ming has caused us?" the Japanese officer said with a cold snort.

"Furthermore, if Zhou Ming is willing to join the Great Japanese Empire, we are willing to offer him a colonel or any equivalent position in any department. If he can prove his loyalty, a major general position is also possible."

Nomura Jiichi's expression changed completely; this official was even higher than him. After a moment, he realized what was happening.

"You've got your eye on the cultivation technique he practices?" Nomura Jiichi asked suspiciously.

"Yes, that technique is absolutely perfect for the army." The Japanese officer's eyes were filled with excitement as he said this.

"Killing people makes you stronger, and you can even turn your enemies into your soldiers, granting them the same ability to kill and become stronger..."

Looking at the excited Japanese officer, Nomura Jiichi shook his head with disdain. Such a powerful technique must have corresponding requirements and consequences.

Either the requirements are extremely high, and it's very likely that only Zhou Ming meets the standards to cultivate, or there are extremely serious consequences, and this person is already long dead.

Or perhaps both.

……

On the battlefield illuminated by the morning light, the corpses of Japanese soldiers lay scattered in the rubble-filled gullies.

With no way to retreat after being attacked from both sides, the battlefield was eventually breached.

Zhou Ming's body radiated red light, enveloping 40 Japanese soldiers who had just died, draining their souls, blood, and life force.

This time, it only took a little over eight minutes to extract the Blood Fiend Talisman and send it back into his body.

Just then, a commotion arose ahead. Zhou Ming looked over and saw Wang Wenzheng confronting a regimental commander from the other side.

"Which unit are you from? Wearing Japanese uniforms and trying to steal our prisoners and supplies, are you spies?" the regimental commander shouted angrily.

"Bullshit! We destroyed the Japanese command post. We also stabbed the Japanese in the back, preventing them from retreating. Otherwise, where would you have gotten the supplies to plunder? They would have been taken away by the Japanese long ago." Wang Wen retorted mercilessly.

"The reason you're allowed to help clear out supplies is because you attacked all night. Otherwise, why would it be your turn?"

The battalion commander's face turned red. He hadn't been able to break through the enemy's lines all night, which he considered a great disgrace!

"What's all the noise about?" Zhou Ming's somewhat cold voice rang out.

The sound sent a chill down the commander's spine, and a murderous aura rushed to his brain.

The commander's back muscles tensed, and he couldn't help but look over, his hand gripping his gun, a chill running down his spine.

"Such a heavy killing intent!" The troupe leader was somewhat incredulous. He had only ever heard such a description in traditional Chinese novels and operas, and thought it was just an exaggeration.

Now I truly feel it.

Zhou Ming simply walked over, and the previously tense atmosphere vanished, replaced by a somewhat oppressive one.

Although only half a month had passed since the start of the war, Zhou Ming had already consumed more than 500, or more than 500 Japanese soldiers, to master the Blood Fiend Talisman.

In the process, even more people who failed to complete the talisman were killed, probably more than 1000 people in total.

He killed more than 1000 Japanese soldiers in half a month. Even without practicing the Blood Demon Spell, he would still have a powerful killing aura.

Moreover, Zhou Ming, who had cultivated the Blood Demon Curse, was fortunate to have the Three Elements Divine Lamp to temper him, so his killing intent was pure and did not have the twisted feeling of a demon.

"Amitabha!" A loud voice rang out, carrying a righteous and righteous power that swept across the entire venue.

The old monk, clutching his prayer beads tightly, stared wide-eyed, his murderous aura undiminished.

His Great Bright Lion's Roar was most effective at dispelling evil forces, yet his murderous aura remained unshaken.

"This is practically a death star descending upon the world!" The old monk thought with some unease.

It is a pure killing intent, devoid of any sinister intent, and is usually found on ancient great generals and gods.

The benefactor before me clearly practices an evil technique, yet he manages to exude only pure killing intent, which is truly strange.

The brigade commander, seeing the old monk protecting him fall silent, frowned slightly and stepped forward.

"What exactly happened? Who are you? Which unit are you from?" the brigade commander asked cautiously, his voice trembling with menace.

Zhou Ming glanced at the two of them but did not answer directly. Sometimes, seeing things for themselves is more authentic.

With a wave of his hand, Koji Koga grabbed a Japanese soldier from the side, who was half-dead after being shot in the abdomen.

A red light gathered in his palm, and a triangular talisman appeared. He casually slapped it onto the person's head.

"It's a pity it's such a waste," Zhou Ming thought to himself.

In the beginning, there was little difference between Blood Demon Soldiers and Blood Demon Soldiers; both possessed intelligence.

Soon they would face a counterattack from the Japanese, so the more people the better. If it weren't for the demonstration, Zhou Ming would have prepared to mold all the remaining Blood Fiend Talismans into Blood Demon Soldiers to increase their numbers.

The Japanese soldier, imbued with the triangular talisman, unleashed a torrent of bloodthirsty power that enveloped his entire body, much to the old monk's astonishment.

At this moment, Koji Koga loosened his restraints, and this brand-new Blood Demon Soldier reached out and tore off all the epaulets on his shoulders and collar.

Then, kneeling on one knee with a fanatical expression, he shouted to Zhou Ming, "Master."

Upon seeing this, the brigade commander felt a chill run through him and couldn't help but quietly step back and stand beside his soldiers.

"My name is Zhou Ming, a member of the Shanghai Special Operations Group. This is my unit," Zhou Ming said, pointing to the Japanese soldiers around him whose shoulder insignia had all been torn off.

Zhou Ming's name isn't worth keeping secret; anyone with some influence could probably find it if they wanted to, so there's no harm in revealing it.

The brigade commander took a deep breath and glanced at the old monk beside him with some apprehension.

The old monk also noticed the brigade commander's gaze and couldn't help but feel bitter inside, thinking to himself, "This old monk is not capable of doing such a thing."

Not only was it impossible, but seeing this scene, the old monk was also somewhat stunned, and a sense of fear welled up in his heart.

“Zhou Ming, the special operations team is also a member of the military. I am now announcing that you are being conscripted…” The brigade commander stopped before he could finish speaking.

The atmosphere changed; guns were pointed at him one after another.

"What do you want to do?" The brigade commander's expression changed.

"The special operations team doesn't belong to the military, and don't say that the Special Service Department is under the military's jurisdiction on this battlefield, because the Special Service Department can't control us either," Zhou Ming said calmly, ignoring the argument.

"I have always believed that professional matters should be handled by professionals. Everyone should do their own thing and not interfere with each other."

"Are you implying that I'm not as professional as you in combat?" The brigade commander laughed angrily. He could tolerate everything else, but not this.

“When it comes to leading ordinary people into battle, you are definitely more professional, sir, but when it comes to leading superhumans into battle, you are far inferior to me,” Zhou Ming said softly.

The brigade commander took a deep breath and glanced out of the corner of his eye at the Blood Demon soldier standing to the side, holding the heavy machine gun.

He had been watching these people for a long time, and they hadn't moved an inch from the beginning until now, as if they were holding a fire poker instead of a heavy machine gun.

Chapter 66 High-Altitude Bombing

"What just happened?" The brigade commander abruptly changed the subject.

"Brigade Commander, they've gone too far. They've taken all the heavy machine guns and they're not satisfied with that, they've taken the light machine guns too," the regimental commander said, pointing to the side.

There were a large number of heavy machine guns and light machine guns piled together, with heavy machine gun ammunition boxes piled up next to them.

Zhou Ming rubbed his temples. The Blood Eagle in the sky had already noticed the movement of a Japanese artillery regiment in the distance and didn't have time to waste any more words here.

“Last night I led my team to destroy the command post of this regiment and wiped out four companies. It was also because I was blocking the battalion from behind that they didn’t have a chance to retreat and take their supplies. I’m not saying all this to prove how much I contributed to this battle, I just don’t want to waste any more words,” Zhou Ming said coldly.

"The Japanese have already deployed an artillery regiment. I need to complete the collection of supplies and subsequent cleanup as quickly as possible, and then go to guard the rear positions. I'll leave this place to you."

After speaking, without giving the other party a reply, Zhou Ming waved his hand, immediately signaling everyone to continue moving.

One after another, blood-red talismans flew from his palm, refining one surviving Japanese soldier after another.

The brigade commander, who was frowning and looking gloomy, wanted to say something, but upon seeing this scene, he suppressed his anger.