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

"100 Blood Ghost Soldiers are still a bit few. It seems I'll have to make up the numbers with Blood Demon Soldiers," Zhou Ming thought to himself.

As night fell, Zhou Ming immediately jumped down from the tree and began to move, with several silent and agile ninja blood demon soldiers following beside him.

Knowing that he was leading a large number of Blood Demon soldiers, Takeshita cautiously approached from behind, stopping once they reached a certain distance.

Getting any closer could lead to detection, so they just need to wait. Whether it's a signal or some other big commotion, they'll act immediately.

Chapter 126 Homer, the Man of Steel

The ninja blood demon soldier swiftly dealt with the sentry, making almost no sound.

Zhou Ming crossed the defense line and entered the camp. The ninja blood demon soldier following him waved his hand forward.

Some toxic gas drifted out and spread in all directions.

Those Japanese soldiers who had no tents to rest in went limp and fell into a deep sleep.

A triangular rune appeared in Zhou Ming's hand. He threw it at the Japanese soldiers, and it instantly merged into his body.

The transformation was completed while he was unconscious, and the power of bloodlust surged forth. He then opened his eyes.

His eyes glowed red as he looked at Zhou Ming, and he knelt down on one knee, about to shout, but Zhou Ming immediately stopped him.

In this way, all the Japanese soldiers without tents were converted very smoothly.

"Go, capture the rest of the Japanese devils," Zhou Ming said, pointing to the tent.

The voices were not concealed, and some very perceptive individuals were immediately awakened, causing some commotion inside the tent.

But the Blood Demon soldiers, having received the order, didn't even look at it and charged in with their guns.

"Bang bang bang!" After a few shots, a group of officers who hadn't uttered a sound were dragged out.

"Baka yarou!" a middle-aged officer struggled and roared.

The blood demon soldier next to him wasn't going to tolerate him and slapped him across the face.

"Slap!" The slap immediately brought the Japanese officer to his senses.

Seeing his soldiers' eyes turn bloodshot, some expressionless, and a few sneering at him, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

One after another, red blood-fiend talismans flew out from Zhou Ming's hand, striking the heads of these people.

Blood-red, malevolent energy was born from these people's bodies, quickly transforming them into Blood Demon Soldiers.

At that moment, Takeshita Akira led the people from the perimeter over.

"Rest here tonight," Zhou Ming ordered after looking around.

"Yes!" the crowd replied.

A tent was quickly set up, and Zhou Ming, who had been exhausted for a long time, fell into a light sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Ming suddenly opened his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly.

Raise your hand, and a card appears; it features Pikachu.

"Pikachu is dead?"

……

A gigantic man with an extremely exaggerated physique, his entire body reflecting a metallic sheen, like a metal statue.

"Get out of my way!" The burly man, his eyes red and panting, desperately pounded at the bronze lump in front of him with both hands.

No, that's a person, a fourth-generation pickup truck.

He could barely muster any shockwave power; his whole body was in excruciating pain, and his will was already blurred.

"Bang!" The bronze armor collapsed, turning into wisps of black energy that dissipated in the surroundings.

The people inside were mangled and lifeless.

"Damn it, that guy got away." A man with a blade of grass in his mouth walked back with a grim expression.

“This guy is tough to deal with. This is the first time I’ve ever met someone who’s fought me head-on for so long!” The burly man, who was nearly 3 meters tall, stood up and looked at Pika’s corpse.

Homer, one of the demons.

He was a talent discovered by Old Rentou. He was different from ordinary people from a young age and was extremely tall.

It was called gigantism by those so-called Western medicine practitioners.

Another man, Yohei Aoyama, looked at Homer with envy, and couldn't help but mutter to himself, "This isn't an illness; it's clearly a gift."

"But that makes sense. Most people don't have the talent to cultivate Qi. If they got this disease, they'd probably starve to death," Yohei Aoyama thought to himself.

Homer looked down at his palms, clenching his fists every now and then.

Seeing Homer's state, Yohei Aoyama approached and comforted him, saying, "Don't worry, you haven't lost him. He's being followed by a tail."

"This time we're going to wipe them out in one fell swoop, so we've specially arranged for people to follow us, and we'll make sure we're not discovered."

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” Homer said calmly, clenching his fist.

"So what are you thinking about?" Yohei Aoyama paused for a moment, then smiled and asked.

"Since I learned Western alchemy, this is the first time I've met someone I can fight so well with. I'm very excited..." Homer suddenly grinned, revealing huge teeth.

His body changed again, temporarily transforming into a metallic state, and suddenly he threw a punch downwards.

"Boom!"

A sound like a cannonball rang out, the ground shook, and a strong tremor was felt nearby.

"What's wrong with you?" Yohei Aoyama took a few steps back, waved his hand in front of him, and coughed.

"Where is that Blood Demon? I want to have a good fight with him." Homer didn't shout, but his voice was still very loud.

Yohei Aoyama picked at his ear and said with a smirk, "Go find Chubei yourself, I don't know anything about this."

Homer turned and left.

Looking at Homer's back, Yohei Aoyama looked down at the spot where Homer had just stood.

A large crater appeared on the dry, muddy ground, looking as if it had been bombarded by artillery shells, with cracks all around.

In the distant mountains and forests, the electromagnetic cannon, carrying the old man whose limbs had been restored, was hurrying on its way.

“Mr. Tang, the doctor said you’re not suitable for strenuous exercise in the short term. If you really can’t manage, I’ll carry you on my back!” Electromagnetic Cannon looked at the old man’s hand and leg, which were bandaged with zip ties, with a worried gaze, and then said.

"Kid, I'm not a block of tofu that will break after running a couple of times. Don't worry about me, just focus on your journey!" Tang Jiaren said with a slight frown.

"You're just going to leave your companion like that? That giant-like guy is no ordinary person!"

"He was left behind to cover our retreat. Even if he dies, it will be a worthy death." The electromagnetic cannon waved dismissively.

He wasn't a good person back then, so why would he care about this guy's life or death? He didn't go through that war with the boss, so he wouldn't care at all.

Besides, they're just a bunch of damned bastards.

"Besides, that guy wasn't even an ally. He was a wicked fellow who was just being used by the boss," Electromagnetic Cannon explained.

He and the boss had been through thick and thin together for so many years, but they couldn't really be considered comrades. At most, he was a subordinate who had gained some status. How could that guy possibly be in the same league?

"By the way, Mr. Tang, can you figure out what kind of moves that giant-like guy is using? I was really startled when I first saw him," Electromagnetic Cannon said, changing the subject.

“That guy is exceptionally talented, naturally suited to external martial arts, so his body is extremely strong. Moreover, he has that strange ability to transform his body into metal, making him very troublesome to deal with,” Tang Jiaren said with a frown after thinking for a moment.

If there is no other chance, even he can only use the method of Dan Shi to kill.

"But this is only a direct confrontation. That guy is just made of steel, his internal organs and head are still normal. If it's an assassination, I can take his life in an instant."

"Yes! That guy's internal organs and head are still normal. It's a pity that Pikachu's mastery of his abilities is not as good as Wen Ge's, otherwise that little Japanese devil would have died a terrible death." Electromagnetic Cannon said as he traveled.

Upon hearing this, Tang Jiaren realized what was going on. This guy wasn't afraid of at all; he was just trying to trick him into revealing how much his strength had recovered.

Chapter 127 Homer Walks into the Trap

"Brother Wen? Wang Wen! The only son of the Ironclad Sect." Tang Jiaren thought to himself.

In that instant, a lot of information was detected.

He wanted to continue chatting, but in that instant, Tang Jiaren sensed something was wrong.

“Someone’s following us. Don’t stop. Be natural,” Tang Jiaren said softly.

Electromagnetic's heart tightened, but he maintained his low voice and asked, "How many people? Where are they?"

Upon hearing the question, Tang Jiaren frowned, unable to determine the exact number and location of the people.

"No! It doesn't seem human!" The moment Tang Jiaren had this feeling, he realized what was going on.

With a flash, steel needles flew to the side.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

One by one, black snakes were nailed to the trees, and the sound of electricity crackling filled the air.

A ball of lightning also blasted over.

"boom!"

Lightning exploded, scattering streaks of silver current.

Tang Jiaren couldn't help but glance back at the electromagnetic cannon, thinking to himself, "That nickname is really fitting, the cannon that generates electricity. But what does 'magnetic' mean?"

On the other side, Okatarou stopped his pursuit, and a muffled sound came from inside the cloth covering him.

"We've been discovered!"

"No wonder he's the guy who killed the teacher; even injured, he's still so sharp," Zhuang Bingwei thought to himself.

"What should we do? Should we keep chasing them?" Okatarou asked from the side.

Zhuang Bingwei shook his head and said, "Just let the ninjas below continue to follow. I think I have a rough idea of ​​where they are going."

Okatarou was somewhat surprised and turned to look at Shobei, wondering where he had figured it out.

Perhaps noticing Okatarou's surprise, Shobei pointed ahead and said, "If you follow this route for a few more hours, you'll reach Mianshan."

"Mianshan? They didn't leave!" Gang Taro's voice changed, and he finally said with some anger, "Is that Blood Demon so arrogant?"

"According to intelligence, Blood Demon's assassination skills are mediocre. He should know that he can't beat us in this area, so he's preparing to defend instead of attacking, waiting for us to break into his territory." Zhuang Bingwei quickly guessed the enemy's plan.