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

Nomura Jiichi also witnessed this scene, and he was extremely tense, watching his surroundings with great vigilance.

"Where is the Blood Demon? Where is he hiding? Could he have already infiltrated the vicinity?" Nomura Jiichi's heart was in his throat.

But Zhou Ming wasn't here at all.

In the Special Higher Police, a Japanese lieutenant general drank kudzu root soup to sober up, then rubbed his temples with a smile on his lips.

"Blood Demon? Just a lucky ordinary person. Once I figure you out, I can make you run around like a puppet." The Japanese lieutenant general thought to himself with pleasure.

"I wonder if Nomura Jiichi will survive? Although he is just a peasant, he has awakened the miraculous ability of a fairy child. I wonder if he will be able to pass on his bloodline."

The Japanese lieutenant general stood up and looked towards the outskirts of the city, hoping that the Blood Demon would back down and not attack his 500 elite imperial troops.

"Blood Demon! Why does he insist on staying in Shanghai?"

"Ring ring!" The phone rang.

The Japanese lieutenant general, who had turned around, had a bad feeling. He quickly walked to his desk, picked up the phone, and put it to his ear.

"What? Immediately dispatch the military police for rescue." The Japanese lieutenant general's expression changed drastically.

In the distance, a car was split in two on the street and was engulfed in flames.

Zhou Ming rode Red Hare, holding the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, which was shrouded in the Soul-Devouring Demon Blade.

"You scoundrel, prepare to die!" Zhou Ming unleashed a powerful slash.

The crimson dragon-head blade roared forth.

In the distance, Gu Fu Changshou, who was being dragged away by a Japanese monster, couldn't help but feel weak all over.

The overwhelming aura of killing intent made Gu Fu Changshou feel as if he were facing a tiger the size of a mountain, and he was terrified by its terrifying power.

"Protect the general!" An extremely obese Japanese alien stood in front of the blood-red dragon head.

The fat on a sumo wrestler softens and instantly swells up like a ball; this is the muscle control ability of a sumo wrestler.

The next moment, it was cleaved in two by the blood-red dragon head's light, its blood was drained and absorbed, and it was smashed on both sides of the road.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!" Gunshots rang out from behind.

The bloodthirsty power surging on Zhou Ming's back blocked the pistol bullets.

Without turning his head, Zhou Ming reached out and flicked his hand behind him.

The Japanese soldiers chasing after them with pistols were members of the Special Higher Police (THT) task force, who were secretly protecting Gu Fuchang. Their mission was to safely escort him onto the ship.

"Protect the general!" Just as one of the agents in the action team, holding a pistol, finished shouting, a red light flashed towards them.

The next moment, his eyes changed, and he turned around and fired at his teammate next to him.

"Damn it, what are you doing?" A Japanese spy nearby saw this, turned his gun, and shouted.

The blood demon soldier immediately opened fire, throwing the pursuing group into chaos.

After Zhou Ming killed the fat Japanese alien, he quickly gave chase.

"Die!" Zhou Ming roared, his voice filled with murderous intent and killing intent, which immediately caused Gu Fu Changshou to collapse.

He stared at Zhou Ming in terror from the ground. At that moment, he seemed to see a rolling wave of blood, with countless withered bones rushing towards him.

"General, run!" The last Japanese soldier had barely finished speaking when a flash of light cleaved through his defenses and severed his head.

Zhou Ming sat on his horse, looking down at the limp Gu Fu Changshou. The Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand disappeared, revealing the Soul Devourer.

Chapter 113 Capturing the Target Alive

Although Gu Fuchangshou was a general who had experienced many battles, he had never felt such momentum before.

His heart was completely terrified, and all his courage seemed to have been swallowed by a snake, vanishing without a trace.

Looking at the young man before him, who resembled a blood-stained tiger, Gu Fu Changshou couldn't help but tremble as he stammered, "Let...let...ahhhhh!"

Gu Fu Changshou struggled in pain. One of his legs had been pierced by the Soul Devourer, and his soul had been devoured. The tearing pain assaulted his mind.

"You old beast, I won't let you die so easily. Let's have some fun." Zhou Ming was in a good mood; he hadn't expected things to go so smoothly this time.

They captured the old Japanese soldier without even using their prepared trump cards.

Zhou Ming reached out and grabbed the unconscious old Japanese soldier, placing him on the horse's back like a piglet, before quickly retreating.

After the transformed blood demon soldiers were all killed, the Japanese soldiers in the action team had long since lost track of Zhou Ming.

After a long while, the Japanese lieutenant general, upon receiving the news, slumped into a chair, his face blank, feeling as if the sky had fallen.

In the suburbs, on the open ground filled with billowing smoke and the smell of gunpowder, all was quiet except for the sound of flames burning.

Nomura Jiichi reeked of burning, his body covered in black marks stained with red blood. Surrounded by three disc-shaped targets, he panted heavily, warily surveying his surroundings.

On the distant battlefield, more than a dozen Blood Demon soldiers were finishing off the remaining Japanese soldiers.

"Nomura, surrender! Surrender and you might still have a chance to live." Takeshita Akira said, holding the Soul Eater made of blood in his hand.

He knew Nomura Jiichi's personality quite well. This person was afraid of death. Although his strength and training ability were outstanding, he was not a person with a firm will.

So he kept using words to weaken their fighting spirit, looking for an opportunity to take them down in one fell swoop.

"You bastard, you're actually considering this? Tell me! Will you surrender or not? If you don't, I'll wipe you out." Electromagnetic Cannon was also an expert in this area, and immediately cooperated to break the opponent's will.

Rings of lightning coiled around the electromagnetic cannon, emitting tiny arcs of lightning that seeped into its skin.

This electromagnetic ring is an amplifier, a defensive measure, and also functions similarly to a magical artifact.

The movements appear slow, but they can suddenly accelerate and instantly reach the other side.

This greatly distracted Nomura Niichi, because after the fierce war and the improvements made over the past year, the electromagnetic gun had become very powerful.

Nomura Jiichi's palms were covered in sweat. If the other party had said that at the beginning, he would have believed it.

"Don't lie to me. Those four were also experts, and I've killed them all. Do you think you'll let me go?" Nomura Jiichi said with a sneer.

"You mean Ranger, Hell, Bombs, and Fireworks?" Electromagnetic Cannon said nonchalantly.

"They were all death row inmates. They were able to live so long because of the boss. Now they are dying for the boss's mission. It can be said that they died a worthy death."

Nomura Jiichi felt a slight wavering in his heart. It wasn't that he truly believed the other person's words, but rather that he simply wanted to survive, so he somewhat forced himself to believe them.

Suddenly, Takeshita Akira attacked silently, slashing at Nomura Jiichi's back with his Soul Eater.

Although it was fast and silent, the disc, which was like a target, seemed to have Nomura Jiichi's senses and immediately noticed it.

Ripples spread across the disc, and beams of energy burst forth from it, converging together like a pillar of light.

Takeshita Akira's expression changed slightly, and he changed the direction of the Soul Eater in his hand, slashing at the pillar of light.

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the beam of light, splitting it in two, and passed right by Takeshita Akira's body.

A crackling sound rang out as a ring of lightning, flashing with silver sparks, flew in.

One launched a frontal assault, while the other launched an aerial sneak attack, flying towards Nomura Jiichi like a ring toss.

Nomura Jiichi gripped the bow and arrow he had condensed with Qi tightly in his hand, and heavy footsteps sounded behind him.

The new generation of Stone Man, with his left hand clenched into his right fist and his right elbow placed in front of him, transformed his surging muscles and stone into a ramming horn, crashing into Nomura Jiichi like a tank.

The simultaneous attacks from three directions did not allow Nomura Jiichi to make any mistakes; he used the remaining two light circles and his bow and arrow to attack one of the remaining locations.

But the fourth attack came silently, and Nomura Jiichi didn't react until it was almost upon it.

Koike silently appeared behind Nomura, and when Nomura noticed, he almost simultaneously felt a sharp pain shooting straight into his brain.

It was a kind of soul-deep pain that instantly shattered Nomura Jiichi's will.

"Ah!" A short scream rang out, and Nomura Jiichi momentarily ignored everything, immersed in pain.

Although I snapped back to reality in an instant, in a battle between experts, even the briefest lapse in concentration can be fatal.

The second blow landed on him, and the pain was still intense, but this second blow did not make Nomura Jiichi forget to defend himself.

But it was too late. Three lightning rings landed on Nomura Jiichi, and blue and white electric sparks burst forth.

"Aaaaaah!" Nomura Jiichi screamed in utter agony.

"Bang!" Nomura Jiichi fell straight to the ground.

The trauma to his soul, coupled with the intense pain, caused him to fall into a coma.

Its body was slightly charred, and its open mouth emitted wisps of smoke.

"This guy is really strong. If it weren't for your sword, I really wouldn't have been able to handle him." After kicking Nomura Niichi, Railgun turned around and looked at the blood-stained sword in Koike's hand.

"He's in your hands now." Koike-kun ignored him, said this, and turned to leave.

Arriving beside the corpses, his bloodthirsty power surged, and he began to refine these corpses to enhance his own cultivation.

Electromagnetic Cannon glared at Koike's retreating figure with displeasure, cursing inwardly, "Damn it, I'm the boss's subordinate, and you guys are nothing but slaves. You're all lower in rank than me, yet you dare to order me around."

Although he was cursing inwardly, the electromagnetic cannon knew the gravity of the situation and looked at the stone man.

"Lock this little Japanese devil to you. You two keep a close eye on him. If he gets away, you're dead!"

"Don't worry, big brother! I'll keep a close eye on this guy." Fireball, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, said with a fawning face.

"You scared the hell out of me! I thought it was someone else! Fireball, your ability is really a weight loss miracle! You've gotten this thin in the blink of an eye," Electromagnetic Cannon joked.

The stone man silently stepped forward, grabbed Nomura Jiichi, and placed him against his chest.

The stone, which had softened into mud, immediately enveloped it, leaving only the nose exposed before completely solidifying.

The four remaining people chatted and joked around, watching the remaining blood demon soldiers quickly refine all the corpses.

As the power of bloodlust surged, the surviving third-tier blood demon soldiers advanced one by one, and the four third-tier blood demon soldiers who had survived the battlefield had already advanced to the fourth tier.

Even in this great harvest, they all advanced to the fifth-tier Blood Demon Soldiers, capable of forming Blood Soul Devouring Formation.

Chapter 114 [The Heart's Arrow and the Fly's Target]

After quickly dealing with everything, everyone began to retreat.

As planned, they went to the various safe houses in batches. Only the electromagnetic cannon, Takeshita Akira, and the stone golem holding Nomura Niichi arrived at safe house number five under the cover of night.

This was a safe house not far from the French Concession. As Takeshita led his men into the basement, they smelled a strong stench of blood.

Zhou Ming's hands were engulfed in flames, burning away all the blood within them. Before him lay Gu Fu Changshou, who was on the verge of death.