The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

Chapter 197 The Vampire Banshee's Prison Break and Entry: The Alchemist Revolver

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!" From the ruins in front of Isabella, a terrifying, teeth-grinding scream pierced her ears and echoed throughout her body.

The sound was clearly like a woman's scream, but it also caused the cracks in the surrounding walls to extend several inches further.

She instinctively took a step back, but before her gaze could settle, "Crack!" the pile of rubble exploded from within. A deathly pale hand emerged from the depths of the ruins, its five fingers extremely long and thin, each fingertip clearly marked with bony claws over a meter long.

The enormous claw instantly shredded the many pebbles covering it, sweeping them away in all directions with a foul stench, heading straight for Isabella.

She decisively ducked behind a broken door panel. A large amount of rubble smashed directly onto the door panel, almost shattering the already crooked half of the door into wooden strips.

"Zhang Lan—did you foresee this? Or do you think you can handle it, so you assume I'm that capable too!?"

Isabella stared at the bizarre turn of events before her, tears welling in her eyes. But without hesitation or curiosity about the thing's full appearance, she turned and fled.

Her boots crunched softly on the gravel and wood chips, and with a sudden twist of her body, she darted away down the corridor.

However, at the same time, from the ruins behind them, an extremely eerie large face and an incredibly strange body emerged.

That face was three or four times larger than a normal person's face, and the features were almost completely distorted, making it almost impossible to recognize that it was Queen Mary.

Its nose was flat with dark, upturned nostrils, and its lips were turned inside out, revealing rings of lamprey-like teeth that stretched from its lips all the way down to the depths of its throat.

His large eye sockets bulged out, and his bloodshot, cloudy eyes locked onto Isabella in the blink of an eye.

"ah!!!!!"

Once again, that terrifying shriek, like a sonic attack, came crashing down from the back of the corridor.

Isabella felt a sharp pain in her eardrum, as if some warm liquid had seeped out of her ear canal and flowed down her earlobe.

But as soon as she first heard the sound, she took out two metal-based earplugs and put them in her ears. Most of the external sounds were cut off, and her body was finally relieved of most of the burden.

But just then, a huge, pale claw reached out from behind again, its five fingers spread wide, and its claw blades instantly sliced ​​into the walls and floor of the corridor.

With a "click!!" sound!

Most of the corridor was shattered by the claw blades. The floor was torn up, the walls were cut open, and large chunks of rubble and plaster fell from the vaulted ceiling.

One corner of the palace was once again severely damaged.

The building, already structurally unstable due to the effects of the previous alchemy collapse, suffered a further collapse.

Isabella had no choice but to roll sideways into the next floor through the cracks that were spreading in the corridor.

"Whoosh!" Her body bounced twice on the floor with incredible lightness, dissipating the force of her fall, before she quickly got up and continued to flee forward.

But at that moment, with a loud bang, the heavy monster behind them had clearly crushed the room below and fallen down.

In the brief moment between tumbling to the ground and running into the corridor, Isabella finally saw the monster's appearance.

It was a bizarre being, about six or seven meters tall and the height of a two-story building.

It is shriveled and thin, with its skeleton elongated on the basis of human structure, but the thickness of the bones is still not much different from that of normal humans.

Therefore, the proportions of the entire body look extremely strange, with slender limbs, a slender torso, and a slender neck, yet it is also extremely large.

The pale skin, with a leather-like texture, taut against the bones, clearly reveals the outline of each bone.

Beneath its skin, numerous bulging, bizarre blood vessels formed a dense, irregular network against a pale background. Remnants of clothing, curtains, and bedsheets clung to its grotesque body in various places. The silver needle that had been stuck in its hand, along with the dangling tube, still dangled on the back of its large hand. It looked utterly grotesque.

The giant head that was trying to crawl into the corridor had a head full of strange, messy black and red hair that cascaded down from the top.

As it smashes through the building and falls, its final transformation slowly takes shape.

The scarlet veins finally grew to the top of its head, where the wounds and scars from the explosion had been.

Now, the deteriorated Philosopher's Stone in the blood vessels has grown directly outwards, forming a cluster of tree-like crystals resembling fire and coral.

It is dark red and semi-transparent with fine textures on the surface.

This is clearly a huge and incredibly ferocious vampire.

"Crack!" A loud, metallic scraping sound came from behind.

Isabella, through her alchemist's perception of the matter in the surrounding air, sensed the impending danger. Without even turning around, she thrust her rapier directly backward from under her armpit.

The blade collided with the claw blade; the collision of metal and bone sparked a string of sparks. The rapier bent and bounced back, pushing her body forward a step.

The banshee's body was enormous, making it impossible for her to squeeze into the corridor. However, her shoulders were wedged at the entrance, causing the walls on both sides to crack and rubble to fall from the cracks.

As it toppled the house frame, it shook off the boulder pressing down on it and burrowed inside, while extending its claw-bladed hand to continue grabbing at Isabella.

"Crack!" A claw, like a scythe, instantly severed the wall lamp, the hanging oil painting, and the protruding relief. Isabella jumped up and curled up in mid-air in the corridor. The claw blade swept across her feet, and five ravine-like claw marks immediately appeared on the floor, extending from the side wall.

After the explosion, there was a commotion at the Trianon Palace, but outside the window, the main hall of Versailles, the Grand Trianon Palace, and the Crown Prince's Palace in the distance remained completely silent under the moonlight.

However, many of them had already lit up, and the light shone through the windows of those palaces, forming a blurry halo in the night sky.

The guards in the gardens gathered in twos and threes on the paths leading to the Petit Trianon, hesitating whether to come over.

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No one has given any orders, so no one dares to act on their own for the time being.

Meanwhile, inside the Petit Trianon, right after the explosion, many of the guards were still bewildered.

Many people thought the fire was caused by a burst gas pipe or by a servant accidentally knocking over a pyrotechnic lamp.

They didn't know what had happened, but the direction from which the incident occurred was clearly towards the Queen's bedroom.

Therefore, they eventually started to riot.

On the other side of the building, a large number of guards were crammed together along a long corridor.

The corridor was not wide to begin with, and a large number of guards who were awakened and those who rushed over from nearby areas squeezed in at the same time. Shoulders bumped against shoulders, rifle butts collided, and the smoke from the torches made people's eyes sting.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

"Wait, the captain hasn't arrived yet."

"What exactly happened up ahead?"

The sounds overlapped, and countless guards jostled shoulder to shoulder, creating utter chaos.

Just then, a strange dark figure appeared in the corridor opposite the guard.

In the corridor, the guards' torches and lamps couldn't reach that far, until the dark figure calmly and slowly approached them, his form gradually emerging.

A dark trench coat, reaching to the knees, was draped over a tall, muscular figure. The hem swayed slightly in the wind as he walked.

The shirt was bound with straps that crossed from the shoulders to the waist, with some kind of equipment hanging from it that was not clearly visible.

On his head was a hunting hat, the brim pulled low, the lower half of his face hidden in the shadow of the trench coat's stand-up collar and the cape, only his eyes were visible, reflecting a cold light in the shadow of the hat brim.

Among the crowd, a sharp-eyed guard quickly spotted the gleaming object in his hand.

It was a piece of equipment that looked like a musket, but was exceptionally small and exquisite.

Even without this thing, this figure would be enough to put them on alert.

Almost the instant he appeared, a guard stopped and demanded, "Who are you?!"

Amidst the noisy and chaotic crowd, more people quickly noticed what was happening: "There were explosions over there! It must be an intruder!"

The people behind hadn't realized what was happening and were still pushing forward.

However, just as the foremost guard pulled the musket from his shoulder, muzzle facing forward, before he could even raise it...

Zhang Chang'an slowly raised the revolver in his hand and pointed the muzzle at the direction of the corridor.

Within the gun barrel, mysterious alchemy array patterns slowly spread out—