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

Takeshita Akira immediately translated, and the blood demon soldier, who looked like a dried corpse, struggled to raise his hand, revealing a dull red scythe.

It flew over and pierced the chest of a Japanese soldier's corpse.

Blood rushed to the dull, blood-red scythe, leaving vein-like marks on its surface. As it frantically absorbed blood, it gradually regained some of its luster.

Life surged forth, and the Tier 3 Blood Demon Soldier recovered. After absorbing the essence of three corpses, it finally stopped the target from dying from its weakened state.

Looking at the emaciated and weakened Blood Demon Soldier, Zhou Ming felt a slight pang of regret.

"The consumption is too great. Even third- or fourth-tier players cannot continuously use this burst state in a battle."

Chapter 82 The real trap

The corresponding magic blade for the fifth-tier Blood Demon Soldier has not yet been created, and its specific effects are unknown.

"Speed ​​up, I need more corpses and prisoners," Zhou Ming said to Takeshita Akira.

“I will bring more corpses and prisoners to my master,” Takeshita Akira replied immediately.

He then led 50 blood demon soldiers into the darkness, and soon after, intense gunfire erupted in the distance.

As time passed and the night deepened, Zhou Ming frowned slightly, sensing the 83 Blood Fiend Talismans within his body.

Kamo Shinroku and Takeshita Akira led 100 Blood Demon soldiers to kneel on the ground. Kamo Shinroku bowed his head and said, "Master, the enemies on the outer perimeter have retreated to the inner defensive line. Should we advance into the inner line to continue plundering your cultivation materials?"

Zhou Ming looked up at the interior of Luodian. In the distance on the other side, fierce fighting could be heard, which was the direction from which the main force was attacking Luodian.

"Follow me," Zhou Ming replied to Kamo Shinroku, issuing orders as always.

"Yes!" Kamo Shinroku and the others' eyes gleamed with excitement.

Zhang San rubbed his hands together; he had been itching to sit still for a while. Wang Wen glanced at the still-united team and said, "Xiao Ming, have you found their real command post?"

"No, I plan to take down all four suspected command posts," Zhou Ming said, shaking his head.

In the past, Zhou Ming would never have done this, but the powerful amplification brought by the Blood Demon Ghost changed his mind.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!" Fierce gunfire rang out ahead.

The blood demon soldiers, armed with machine guns, unleashed a frenzied barrage of fire.

The darkness of night did not obstruct their sharp eyes; the Blood Demon soldiers keenly locked onto the places where the Japanese soldiers were hiding.

Under the cover of fire, the Japanese soldiers on this section of the defensive line dared not show their faces at all.

Suddenly, one by one, dark figures hidden in the night flew out from the bunker.

Behind the Blood Demon Squad, the Ranger's sharp eyes instantly locked onto these dark figures. He could see very clearly that they were all grenades.

With lightning-fast movements, arrows of energy shot out like streaks of light.

"Boom boom boom!"

A series of explosions ripped through the air, briefly illuminating the surroundings.

Zhou Ming turned his gaze to the wandering swordsman. The other party was growing rapidly, but unfortunately, he was still not as good as that little Japanese soldier who also used a bow and arrow.

A dozen or so blood demon soldiers suddenly came back from the front, dragging or carrying, even dragging small Japanese soldiers along.

“Master, these are materials that have just died or are not yet dead,” a third-tier blood demon soldier said, kneeling on the ground.

"Continue collecting materials," Zhou Ming said, as bloodthirsty energy emanated from his body.

"Yes!" The Blood Demon soldiers immediately sprang into action.

More than 40 seconds later, blood-fiend talismans flew into the body, leaving behind only more than 20 mummified corpses.

The blood-fiend runes above the blood river continuously combined, transforming into individual soul blood that merged into the blood river.

Zhou Ming withdrew his blood demon power and immediately quickened his pace to catch up with the blood demon soldiers ahead.

When the second batch of materials arrived, Zhou Ming refined all the dead and those on the verge of death into Blood Fiend Talismans.

The remaining few living fusion triangle runes were transformed into new blood demon soldiers.

Just like a logistics base, Zhou Ming continuously replenished the Blood Demon soldiers, even increasing their numbers.

The entire Blood Demon Army, like a sharp blade, forcefully stormed into the Japanese position, penetrating deep into its heart.

After crossing a broken intersection, Zhou Ming looked ahead at a camp transformed from the ruins of a collapsed two-story building and waved.

Ten newly transformed blood demon soldiers immediately stepped forward, their bodies radiating intense blood demonic power.

"Ah!" A low growl rang out, and ten little devil oxen appeared before them.

It rushed towards the camp in an instant, spewing out black poisonous water from its mouth along the way.

The poisonous water fell on the door, visibly corroding it and emitting a thick toxic mist.

Not long after the little bull demon rushed in, screams erupted from inside.

Zhou Ming stood far away on a pile of ruins, arms crossed, gazing at the scene, his fingers lightly tapping his arm.

"Boom!" A very sudden explosion erupted from the camp.

Flames shot into the sky, illuminating the surroundings for a moment, before night returned.

"It really was a trap," Wang Wen said from the side.

"Let's go, let's move on to our next target," Zhou Ming said, waving his hand.

the other side.

In a large courtyard beside the river, an old Japanese samurai opened his eyes and looked toward the firelight.

"That kid has finally fallen into the trap. I wonder when he'll be able to get this far," the old monk sitting next to him said, opening his eyes as well.

"How are your preparations going? There are over 100 demons." The old Japanese samurai suddenly looked at the old monk and said with a serious expression.

"Don't worry! I'll put you and that brat in a one-on-one environment, but it'll only be for ten minutes at most." After saying that, the old monk tapped the ground with his iron staff.

An invisible wave emanated from the courtyard. In every room and every corner of the courtyard, there was a monk-like figure, their hands forming hand seals, their iron staffs seemingly rooted to the ground.

"Ten minutes is enough." The old Japanese samurai drew his katana, the reflection illuminating his cold, handsome face.

In his view, the so-called Blood Demon's strength was only slightly stronger than that of the younger generation. If it weren't for his Ghost Soldier Clan's methods, he wouldn't be a match for them at all.

The old Onmyoji was simply unlucky to encounter a flame that was extremely effective against shikigami.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!" Gunshots began to ring out loudly as they approached.

"They've arrived!" the old monk said, standing up.

Just then, a violent aura emanated, and both old men frowned, sensing a very familiar feeling.

"Is this a demon?" the old monk said, his expression changing slightly.

"Their aura has weakened considerably; it must be a special technique of that Blood Demon. I'll go and deal with them," the old Japanese samurai said with a serious expression.

The next moment, it vanished from its spot, flying towards the front yard like a sharp blade of light.

The first thing they saw were ten small-sized bull demons. They slightly bent their knees and then rushed towards one of the small bull demons.

"Roar!" The demon bull, still roaring and spitting poison, was instantly beheaded by a flash of light.

Blood Eagle witnessed this scene, and Zhou Ming stood at a distance in the courtyard and sneered.

"It seems this is the real trap," Zhou Ming said with a cold smile.

"That old Japanese devil is so fast!" Wang Wen's voice of amazement came from inside the armor. With his current abilities and strength, he was not afraid of strong opponents, but he was afraid of opponents who were too fast.

"I feel like this blade of light is even sharper than Uncle Ding's sword energy," Zhang San said in astonishment.

“How old is Uncle Ding? That old Japanese soldier looks to be in his sixties or seventies. How can you compare them?” Zhou Ming immediately retorted.

Zhang San was slightly taken aback. After seeing Zhou Ming's embarrassed expression and scratching his head, he changed the subject.

"So what do we do next? Should we attack, or change targets?" Zhang San asked.

Zhou Ming's face was cold and his expression ferocious as he said, "Of course, we should wipe them out."

"Kamo Shinroku".

Chapter 83 A Powerful Enemy

“Master!” Kamo Shinroku immediately came over.

"Send out all Blood Demon soldiers below the third rank and tell them to self-destruct if they feel threatened or encounter a powerful opponent," Zhou Ming coldly ordered.

"Yes!" Kamo Shinroku immediately sprang into action.

Along the way, Zhou Ming practiced many more triangular talismans, so the number of Blood Ghost Soldiers reached 137, of which only 14 had reached the third rank.

Only three people can create a Blood Soul upon reaching the fourth rank: Kamo Shinroku, Takeshita Akichi, and Koike.

“Takeshita Akira, bring me those prisoners you left behind,” Zhou Ming said quickly.

"Yes!" Takeshita Akira quickly brought six or seven half-dead Japanese soldiers.

At this moment, the old monk in the courtyard frowned and covered the courtyard with eye-shaped talismans so that he could observe his surroundings.

"When did this Blood Demon become so cautious?" The old monk had barely finished speaking when he witnessed a scene that made his expression change drastically.

Without the slightest hesitation, he reached out and grabbed the iron staff beside him, slamming it hard against the ground. A burst of light erupted from his body.

In the front yard, a large number of blood demon soldiers rushed into the yard, and almost simultaneously unleashed a dense blood demon power, turning into small bull demons.

The old Japanese samurai, who had drawn his sword and charged forward, changed his expression drastically and immediately stopped in his tracks.

A ray of light appeared, and runes emerged from the floor.

A massive barrier rose up, directly enveloping the entire courtyard. In the shimmering light, the extremely thick barrier could be seen.

Not only this huge barrier, but a smaller barrier was also generated inside it, flowing rapidly.

The old Japanese samurai watched as the light shifted before him, and the seventy or eighty little demons that had rushed in vanished instantly.

They were dispersed by individual small barriers and moved to other locations.

The remaining forty or fifty little devils who hadn't managed to rush in crashed into the thick barrier.

"Bang bang bang!" The giant fist of the little bull demon, covered in carapace, slammed into the barrier, leaving only the sound of bangs.

A little bull demon puffed out his cheeks and suddenly spat out a large glob of poisonous water.