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

A massive shockwave descended, and those present were not ordinary people; they only felt a slight discomfort within their bodies before enduring it.

"These bombs are truly terrifying. If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have been killed by the shockwaves." Zhang San rubbed his chest and sighed with some distress.

"Keep hiding, this is just the beginning," Zhou Ming's voice rang out.

Zhou Ming stood in the trench, his Green Dragon Crescent Blade gleaming, ready to strike at any moment.

With the two of them protecting them, there is virtually no chance of shells exploding within a hundred meters of them.

Although they still have to endure the shockwaves, for a group of superhumans, it only causes them some distress.

The aerial attack had just ended when another deafening sound came from afar.

"Boom boom boom!"

Rows of infantry and mountain guns roared, and shells flew toward Luodian.

Wang Wen and the others huddled in the trenches, their heads bowed, as violent tremors emanated from the soil.

Zhou Ming unleashed a dragon-head blade of light, striking a shell that was landing near the position high in the air, and frowned slightly as he looked into the distance.

Under the cover of artillery fire, with tanks leading the way, the main force of the Japanese troops is approaching.

Without hesitation, Zhou Ming swung his sword downwards.

The cyan dragon-head blade flashed and landed instantly on the road next to the position.

The cyan blade light completely smeared the stone path, the dragon-head blade light darting around, utterly destroying the road.

The area is riddled with ravines, and the broken stone slabs are either tilted or warped, making it impossible for tanks to pass through easily.

After a while, the sound of artillery fire gradually decreased because the vanguard of the Japanese army had approached Luodian.

"Da da da!"

One by one, the Blood Demon soldiers popped their heads out and opened fire on the Japanese soldiers in the distance.

Zhang San, Liu Yan, and others, who lacked long-range attack capabilities, also took rifles, submachine guns, or machine guns and fired at the Japanese soldiers in the distance.

"Bang!" A Japanese soldier was blown in the head.

Liu Yan pursed her lips, suppressing her excitement and pounding heart, immediately reloaded, and continued aiming.

A few seconds later, it fired again with a bang.

The bullet flew out and struck another Japanese soldier in the head.

Zhou Ming couldn't help but turn around and glance at Liu Yan; her shooting talent was unexpectedly good.

There is a point that is easily misunderstood: better eyesight does not necessarily mean better shooting talent.

It's a very simple thing. Even if you draw a dot right up close, so that people can see it clearly, some people can't even point to that dot with a stick.

Even if he gets closer or moves to the side, as long as he has something in his hand to point at the spot, he will not be able to pinpoint the spot accurately on the first try.

Zhou Ming had mastered various perception spells, allowing him to see the Japanese soldiers in the distance clearly. He also had a decent shooting talent, hitting the enemy six or seven times out of ten, but he couldn't always get a headshot.

As time passed, the enemy's firepower became extremely fierce, but Zhou Ming was not going to back down either, and the situation remained deadlocked.

The sky changed color; sunset appeared in the distance, and the sky gradually darkened.

"It's finally getting dark," Zhang San said, wiping the dust off his face.

Zhou Ming also looked disheveled. He glanced at the gloomy sky, and finally a smile appeared on his tense face.

"Kamo Shinroku, have all Blood Demon soldiers prepare for a counterattack in one hour."

"Yes!" Kamo Shinroku responded loudly and immediately sprang into action.

Through the blood of souls in the Blood River, Zhou Ming had already realized that the bombing and battles of the day had cost him more than 70 Blood Ghost soldiers, leaving him with only more than 190 Blood Ghost soldiers.

We must recover these losses tonight.

"Besides replenishing the Blood Demon Soldiers, I also need to accumulate Blood Souls. I only need two more to reach the required number for advancement," Zhou Ming thought to himself, looking at the gradually darkening sky in the distance.

The Blood Demon Blade that advanced these three times corresponds to the illusory concept of the Blood-Weeping Blade, which is undoubtedly a divine piece of equipment, far more powerful than the previous two illusory concepts.

It remains to be seen what level the final, tangible magical artifact will reach.

As darkness fell completely, the intensity of the Japanese attack decreased, but it did not stop entirely.

Zhou Ming's hands were enveloped in a thick aura of bloodlust. With a wave of his hand, two Blood Demon Ghosts flew out: the Bull Demon and the Prajna Ghost King.

"All Blood Demon soldiers below the third rank, follow the two Ghost Kings. Target: enemy command post. Even if you die, charge there!" Zhou Ming glared fiercely at the two Ghost Kings.

"And you two, even if you die, die on the way to the front."

The Ox Demon and the Prajna Demon King shrank back a step, nodding timidly, showing extreme fear of Zhou Ming.

Although they need to recuperate in the Blood River for a long time after dying outside, they are more afraid of the Samadhi Fire.

"Kamo Shinroku, you take the rest of the men and disperse to hunt down all the Japanese officers, regardless of rank, and win by sheer numbers," Zhou Ming said to Kamo Shinroku.

"Yes!"

Zhou Ming himself planned to lead Wang Wen and the others to devour the enemy's smaller units from the perimeter.

The entire strategy is very simple and brutal: use sacrificial pieces to attack the enemy's must-defend positions, forcing the opponent to defend or become disorganized.

Then Zhou Ming took the opportunity to attack the outer perimeter and devour the minions, making the most of Zhou Ming's advantages in the entire plan.

The elite troops under his command can be discarded at any time like cannon fodder, without any heartache.

The Blood Fiend Talisman's ability to rapidly amassed troops and replenish manpower ensured that Zhou Ming would never suffer a loss.

"Action!" Zhou Ming gave the order, and the Prajna Ghost King unleashed a terrifying roar.

With its thick thighs, it sprinted forward, wielding two large iron bars in its four hands, charging towards the distant Japanese positions.

Chapter 90: Only One Blood Soul Left

The Ox-Demon chose to remain in ghost form and followed behind the Demon King of Prajna.

Nearly 200 Blood Demon soldiers, armed with submachine guns and machine guns, followed closely behind.

Such a commotion naturally alerted the Japanese soldiers.

Under the cover of night, the Japanese soldiers could only see a dark shadow rushing towards them.

When the Demon King Prajna approached, some of the Japanese soldiers were so frightened that they immediately opened fire.

"Da da da!"

Bullets struck the skin of the Demon King of Prajna, making crisp sounds and leaving marks.

Only the large bullets from a heavy machine gun could penetrate the defenses of the Demon King Prajna, leaving behind numerous wounds.

"Damn it, it hurts so much!" The Demon King Prajna burst forth with bloodthirsty power and charged into the Japanese army's position, smashing a small Japanese soldier with his club.

The Japanese soldier holding the submachine gun looked terrified and had no time to dodge.

"boom!"

The Japanese soldier was smashed into a pile of minced meat, and the bloodthirsty power enveloped him along the iron rod.

All the life force and blood were rapidly plundered and transformed into bloodthirsty power, which repaired the wounds on the body.

Although the Blood Demon has a physical form, it is essentially a highly condensed form of blood demon power, so it can recover itself by absorbing blood demon power.

Unlike Blood Demon Soldiers and Zhou Ming, whose injuries cannot be healed by pure blood demon power alone, only through the devouring and transformation by the demonic blade can such injuries be healed.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!" More intense gunfire erupted as the Blood Demon soldiers charged forward.

In an instant, the Japanese position was torn apart, plunging the area into chaos.

"Idiot, keep charging in!" Niu Gui's voice suddenly rang out.

The Prajna Ghost King finally came to his senses, stopped attacking, looked in the direction, and after identifying his target, roared and charged forward again.

The Ox-Demon continued to follow behind in its ghost form, only making its move when the Prajna Demon King encountered an obstacle.

On the other side, Kamo Shinroku held a Blood Soul sword in his hand, and two Blood Soul swords beside him split into six blood-red scythes, charging towards soldiers who looked like officers in one of the positions.

The commotion immediately alerted the Japanese soldiers, but Kamo Shinroku was very strong and fast, and the darkness of the night provided cover.

They quickly killed the people and left.

In contrast, Takeshita Akira's actions were more like assassinations, silently and swiftly reaping heads.

Zhou Ming approached the enemy's outer camp under the cover of night, and instantly threw a skull fireball he had just conjured.

"Boom!" Zhang San's hands burst into flames, which were thrown out in clusters.

Lightning balls, arrows, stones, and several hidden weapons that flew as nimbly as swallows instantly bombarded the position.

"Enemy!" A Japanese soldier shouted as the fireball appeared.

A dart, as swift as a swallow, flew in and instantly severed his throat.

The Japanese soldier clutched his throat, gurgling incoherently, unable to utter a complete sentence.

The skull fireball aimed at a machine gun position, rushed over quickly, and struck the Japanese machine gunner in the terrified eyes of his eyes.

"Boom!" The fireball exploded.

Compared to the exploding fireball, Zhang San's flames were more like clusters of flaming bottles, instantly spreading across the ground and forming small patches of fire.

Before long, the position was completely captured. Zhou Ming was radiating bloodthirsty power, enveloping the corpses around him, but his gaze was fixed on the distance in the night.

"There's a lot of commotion over there. It seems the Blood Demon soldiers are doing quite well," Wang Wen said as he walked over carrying two boxes of bullets, following Zhou Ming's gaze.

"The Blood Demon Soldiers won't cause trouble for long, we must speed things up," Zhou Ming said softly as he retrieved the Blood Fiend Talismans.

As time passed, each returning triangular talisman represented a dead blood demon soldier.

If Zhou Ming encounters any survivors during the process of refining the soldiers, he will reintegrate these triangular runes into the bodies of these Japanese soldiers to form new Blood Demon Soldiers.

These new blood demon soldiers became cannon fodder to conquer new positions.

At a certain moment, Zhou Ming stopped moving his hands, and a ball of blood light emerged from the blood river within his body, splitting into two.

It absorbed the blood and evil power from the blood river and transformed into a somewhat illusory Prajna demon.

"The Demon King Prajna is dead!" Zhou Ming suddenly said.

“Then we need to speed things up,” Wang Wen said, turning around after hearing this.