The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

Chapter 127 Recycling Fragments Quest Rewards New Family Tree Feature

"By chance, the ancestors of the Zhang family are scattered all over the world. Some separated early on and became different branches, never having any contact with each other in their lives. Some had occasional contact, or were connected through certain friends."

They left behind countless stories at different times and places, some of which were influenced by Zhang's special abilities, foreshadowing events in history.

"You discovered a fragment of the Zhang family genealogy that was left behind in Japan at some unknown time. The power that connects bloodlines and skills has been integrated with the mechanical means of the new era and applied to others."

"But this is merely a mistaken effect of bringing the phantoms of the old era into the present. Please, head of the family, put an end to this matter and retrieve the fragments. At that time, the family tree will unlock new functions."

There were only two guards in front of the machine in front of Zhang Chang'an.

The one on the left is as tall and imposing as a mountain.

He wore a jet-black antler-shaped hem with a golden shovel-shaped front. His heavy armor featured a ferocious beast-face pattern on the chest, and a massive spear, the Dragonfly Cutter, longer than a man, slung at his waist. His hands were clasped together on the spear shaft, and his gaze was incredibly fierce.

The unparalleled master of the East, Honda Tadakatsu.

The one on the right, looking down at Zhang Chang'an, had the Takeda diamond pattern clearly etched on his dark-colored kimono. He held a katana and a musket in his hands. Standing on a high platform at the base of the machine, he looked down at Zhang Chang'an with extremely wary eyes.

The Tiger of Kai, Takeda Shingen.

Behind the two men, the machine's gears slowly rotated, and the sparks and indicator lights between the mechanical devices illuminated their silhouettes, as well as the broken gun in Zhang Chang'an's hand.

There were only three of them in the entire Da Guangjian, and clearly, this was the last obstacle in his path.

"When I first figured out the source of these guys' power, I thought it looked so much like the abilities in our family tree. I never imagined it was actually a hidden danger left by our ancestors."

Zhang Chang'an stayed behind during the Ikedaya Incident for this very reason: "A new function of the family tree? Then the harvest should be pretty good, but—we need to kill these two guys first."

Takeda Shingen and Honda Tadakatsu, historically generals of Kai Province and the Tokugawa Shogunate respectively, were mortal enemies who fought each other for many years. However, in this new era, they have joined forces to stand against him.

"Han people, you are very powerful. Although you also rely on the technology of the new era, even if we take you back to the old era of a hundred years ago, you will definitely be able to leave your name on the battlefield."

Honda's voice was extremely intimidating, like that of a deep-voiced lion. His manner of speaking also resembled that of an ancient person.

Zhang Chang'an simply shook his head, not bothering to say anything more. His pupils, however, suddenly contracted.

Death Eyes, open to the full!

"Buzz!" In Zhang Chang'an's eyes, everything around him slowed down instantly.

The rotating gear, which used to advance one revolution per second, now seemed stuck, moving forward with difficulty, one increment at a time. The steam ejected from the pressure relief valve was no longer a wisp of white smoke, but rather separate water droplets that slowly drifted into the air.

The machine's hum was drawn into a low, drawn-out wail, making one's chest tingle.

In this state, Zhang Chang'an swung his gun forward and dashed several meters away in the blink of an eye.

"Clang!" It instantly deflected a bullet fired by Takeda.

But at the same time, Honda Tadakatsu also immediately sprang into action.

His movements were as fast as lightning in the eyes of onlookers.

In Zhang Chang'an's perception at this moment, even though it was slowed down several times, he could clearly see the contraction of the muscles under the huge antlers, the gathering of killing intent in those eyes, and every drop of blood that splashed up when the dragonfly slashed from its waist.

It was still so fast that it alarmed Zhang Chang'an.

"Whoosh!" The Dragonfly Cutter spear in his hand swept out in the blink of an eye, and the long blade with its cold light was in front of him in the blink of an eye.

"Bang!" Zhang Chang'an also exerted force with his feet, and the broken spear thrust straight out.

The Azure Dragon presents its claws, the lone eagle emerges from the forest, and the spear strikes to subdue its opponent.

Honda's Tonbogiri, according to historical accounts, was a full six meters long, yet that giant spear, longer than a person, seemed as light as a feather in his hands.

Faced with the attack, he instantly changed direction, switching from thrusting to sweeping, the gun barrel whistling through the air as it struck Zhang Chang'an's side.

Zhang Chang'an parried with his gun, the shaft held upright like an iron broom.

"clang--!"

The two guns clashed instantly, the sound deafening. Zhang Chang'an stumbled back a step. Honda had already sheathed his gun, and the second shot followed immediately, the tip aimed straight for Zhang Chang'an's heart.

Zhang Chang'an also dodged to the side in an instant. The broken spear twisted along the shaft of the Dragonfly Cutter's spear. Phoenix nodded, and in the midst of the entanglement, it suddenly jerked, and the spear tip sprang up, heading straight for Honda's right eye.

Honda tilted his head, the tip of the spear grazing his cheek, leaving only a white mark on his antler-covered helmet.

Furthermore, he showed absolutely no reaction to being hit. His movements did not falter at all. While the opponent's gun was still at the side of his neck, he had already released one hand, clenched it into a fist, and slammed it into Zhang Chang'an's face.

Zhang Chang'an was startled and instantly raised his left hand. The hydraulic system of the exoskeleton emitted a sharp whistle as he took the punch head-on.

"Bang--!"

The immense force sent numbness through his entire arm, the floor beneath his feet cracked and shattered, and he sank half an inch into the ground.

"This guy—the modifications are way too drastic!"

He could tell that, in terms of wisdom and skill, Honda's fusion was probably far less effective than that of Hozoin and Takeda.

However, his body beneath the armor undoubtedly incorporates the most advanced Japanese body modification techniques.

Although the punch left him feeling numb, Zhang Chang'an immediately organized a counterattack.

With a twist of his broken spear, the tip rose from below, like an iron ox plowing the field, a hard attack and a hard retreat, aimed straight for Honda's abdomen.

"Whoosh!" Honda withdrew his fist, slammed the gun barrel down, and sent the shot flying back.

But Zhang Chang'an decisively activated the mechanism on his exoskeleton at that moment: "Buzz!"

"You have the skills, and so do I!"

He suddenly unleashed astonishing power and speed, instantly reversing his interrupted movements. He turned the gun barrel around and swept it again, slamming it down in front of Honda and knocking him back.

After Honda stepped aside, he immediately glanced at the machine out of the corner of his eye.

Takeda was approaching the massive gear disk. His pace was unhurried, but it was clear he intended to work on the tattered pages, and he raised his rifle as he walked.

boom!

Zhang Chang'an, who had just taken a step toward Takeda, tilted his head slightly as a bullet grazed his ear.

Taking advantage of this opening, Honda has already returned, and after being forced back, he has become even more aggressive, with the muscles beneath his great armor appearing unusually swollen.

This time it wasn't a stab, it was a sweep.

Honda suddenly twisted his body, using his waist and hips to generate power, and the Dragonfly Cutter swept across like a black lightning bolt.

This shot lacked the previous fancy techniques, relying solely on pure power, like a true daimyo charging forward on his warhorse.

Sweeping across thousands of troops, with the strength to uproot mountains.

Zhang Chang'an's pupils suddenly contracted.

He held the gun in both hands, with the barrel held horizontally in front of him.

clang-!

The moment the two guns clashed, Zhang Chang'an felt an overwhelming force surge from the gun barrel, as if he had been struck by a charging bull, his feet leaving the ground and flying backward.

He tumbled twice in the air, and the broken gun slammed into the ground with a snap!

The gun barrel pierced the wooden plank, abruptly stopping its momentum.

His body swung in the air, crashed heavily to the ground, slid three feet further, and finally stopped when his back hit a golden pillar.

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