Courtyard House: I fish in the heavens, a professional bird abuser.

"Da da da da da da—!"

The sound didn't sound like shooting.

It's more like someone puts a large metal drum next to your ear and keeps hitting it with a pneumatic hammer.

With a rate of fire of 3,000 rounds per minute, a six-barreled Gatling gun is pure brute force at this distance.

The large-caliber bullets, like an impenetrable iron curtain, swept directly towards the front of the church.

The oak door that He Yuanchao had just used two benches to prop up was no different from paper in the face of this firepower.

"Bang bang bang bang——"

Wood chips flew everywhere.

The bullets pierced the door panels and flew around inside the church.

The wooden chair was smashed into pieces.

Several candles on the altar were extinguished by the blast wave.

The beautiful stained glass windows were hit first, shattered by shrapnel and shockwaves, the fragments falling like a rain of colored glass, covering the floor.

He Yuanchao shoved Jill down onto the wooden chair in front of him.

He pressed himself against the stone pillar, feeling the hot wind brought by the bullets whistling past from all directions.

He rarely encountered this level of firepower density, even in the previous world.

The Japanese Type 92 heavy machine gun, combined with a grenade launcher firing in rapid succession, would have the same effect.

"Payton! Get down!" Jill shouted back from the ground.

Payton reacted quickly, rolling himself and his chair down the steps behind the altar. That spot was relatively safer than the front, thanks to the stone steps providing some cover.

The firing lasted for about seven or eight seconds.

Then it stopped.

It's not that we've run out of ammunition.

The Gatling gun barrel needs to dissipate heat.

Taking advantage of the brief moment, He Yuanchao peeked half his head out from behind the stone pillar.

The main gate is completely destroyed.

The thick oak door was riddled with bullet holes, and wood chips were still falling from it. The door was bent and held together by only a single hinge, creaking and groaning in the wind.

He Yuanchao could see outside through those bullet holes.

The huge black shadow was still standing in the middle of the road, sixty meters away.

The Gatling gun barrel was still slowly spinning, emitting a dark red glow.

It is waiting.

Wait for the gun barrel to cool down.

Then continue shooting.

He Yuanchao quickly calculated in his mind.

This thing has incredible firepower.

At that distance, firing a shotgun at him was like tickling him.

Desert Eagle? The .50 caliber is large enough, but the black leather jacket that big guy is wearing is not made of ordinary material—He Yuanchao glanced at it with the system and found that it was a specially treated bio-chemical bulletproof material that could withstand the kinetic energy of most pistol bullets.

in other words--

Shooting it with a pistol is just a waste of bullets.

To damage it, you'd need something at least anti-armor level.

He Yuanchao thought of the supplies he had brought from the world of Bright Sword in his space.

The RPG-7 has two spare rounds.

But that thing has a problem—the backspray.

Playing an RPG in a semi-enclosed church like this, you'd either be blown to bits or stunned by the shockwave.

We need to create some distance.

We need to go outside to fight.

"Jill!"

He Yuanchao squatted behind the stone pillar and shouted at her.

"Take Payton and go through the basement at the back!"

"There's a ventilation shaft in the basement, big enough to squeeze through, and outside it's an alley!"

"You guys retreat first!"

"And you?" Jill asked, lying on the ground and looking back at him.

"I'll stay and say a few words to this big guy."

"Are you crazy? That thing has a Gatling gun! What are you going to use to fight it?"

He Yuanchao did not answer this question.

He pulled a heavy, dark green metal lump from his backpack—actually from his system space.

Cylindrical.

There is a safety pull ring at the top.

The side is printed with a line of Cyrillic letters that have been worn away in half.

Anti-tank grenade.

This thing was one of the military supplies he obtained from the Soviet Union through "friendly exchanges" later in the world of Bright Sword. Each one contained a kilogram of high explosives, enough to blast a large hole in the armor of a T-34.

Used to deal with a biological weapon?

To be honest, it's a bit of a waste.

But there's no better option right now.

"Are we going or not?" He Yuanchao urged.

Jill gritted her teeth.

She's not the kind of person who's pretentious.

In the apocalypse, hesitating for even a second could mean the death of another person.

"Payton! Let's go!"

She scrambled to her feet, bent over, rushed to Payton's side, and yanked the limping giant off the ground.

The two of them helped each other as they moved toward the storage room.

Payton's legs were almost too weak to carry him, and he groaned with every step.

Jill gritted her teeth and pulled him forward.

"Hold on! Don't give up here!"

He Yuanchao heard their footsteps fading into the distance.

it is good.

The area has been cleared out.

He emerged from behind the stone pillar.

I stood in the very center of the church—the spot most easily seen from the outside.

Through the smashed main gate, he met the gaze of the enormous black figure standing in the street.

The goddess of vengeance's single, greyish-white eye shifted slightly.

It seemed to have sensed the change in the target.

That hoarse voice, as if coming from a coffin, rang out again.

"STARS..."

"Excuse me." He Yuanchao raised the anti-tank grenade in his hand, hooking his thumb onto the safety pin.

The person you're looking for has already left.

"The one who stayed to chat with you... is me."

Done.

He pulled the safety pin.

"laugh--"

The fuse is activated.

He Yuanchao swung his arm.

With a near-perfect shot put throwing motion, he tossed the heavy anti-tank grenade directly out of the shattered door frame.

The thing drew a perfect parabola in the air.

They headed straight for the feet of the goddess of vengeance.

It didn't hide.

It's not that I don't want to hide.

The bulky modified body itself is inherently flawed in terms of flexibility.

The grenade landed about one and a half meters in front of its feet.

It bounced on the asphalt road.

Then--

"boom----!!!"

A muffled explosion that made one's chest tremble.

Orange-red flames exploded in the twilight.

The shockwave, carrying debris and dust, slammed into Nemesis's face like a heavy punch.

The enormous creature, over two meters tall, was blasted back three steps by the impact.

Its black leather jacket was blasted with several holes, revealing the grayish-white skin tissue underneath, which looked like a mixture of rubber and metal.

A gash appeared at the knee of my left leg, from which dark purple liquid seeped out.

It was injured.

but--

It didn't fall over.

He Yuanchao looked at the figure still standing in the smoke and dust, and a smirk appeared on his lips.

"Indeed, he's tough and thick-skinned."

"One isn't enough."

Nemesis shook its head, which was covered in stitches.

Those emotionless eyes locked onto He Yuanchao once more.

The Gatling gun barrel began to spin again.

"Buzz—Buzz—Buzz—"

He Yuanchao turned and ran.

It's not that I'm afraid.

It's a tactical shift.

He needs a better firing angle and a greater safe distance to use the RPG.

And Jill and the others should have already run away from the back.

He no longer needs to stay in the church as a target.

He Yuanchao climbed over the altar and plunged into the storage room.

Behind them came another burst of gunfire, like a storm.

The bullet shattered the cross on the altar.

Jesus' head was knocked off.

He Yuanchao went into the basement and found the ventilation opening.

It's big enough—just big enough for an adult to squeeze through sideways.

He first shoved the shotgun through, then squeezed in sideways himself.

The ventilation duct extends underground for about ten meters before leading to the back alley outside.

The pipe outlet was blocked by an iron fence, which He Yuanchao kicked open.

With a clang.

A cold wind blew in.

He crawled out of the ventilation opening.

I stood in the narrow alley behind the church.

Jill and Payton were already there waiting.

Jill saw him climb out of the ventilation duct and breathed a sigh of relief, but her face still looked terrible.

"That thing—"

"Still alive." He Yuanchao stood up and dusted himself off. "I gave it a grenade; it was injured, but not killed. That thing's hide is thicker than I thought."

"Will it come after us?" Payton asked weakly.

He Yuanchao listened intently.

The gunfire from the church has stopped.

Instead, there was the sound of heavy, rhythmic footsteps.

"Thump. Thump. Thump."

Getting closer.

"Yes." He Yuanchao's answer was straightforward.

"It will chase."

"And it won't stop."

He Yuanchao looked towards the other end of the alley.

The police car they arrived in was parked there.

"Get in the car. Now."