Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

Their eyes were vacant, but their movements were swift and precise, just as they had been in life.

"Puppetry..."

Old Rentou gritted his teeth.

"And they are the highest-grade living puppets."

"elder sister?!"

Butterfly, standing to the side, was first surprised and suspicious, then looked around with a ferocious and hateful expression.

Kimura Okataro dragged his injured leg closer and whispered.

"Boss, we're surrounded."

“There are monsters and puppets ahead, the mountain path behind us has been blocked by a rain of arrows, and there are crossbows on the rock walls on both sides.”

Homer emerged from behind the bunker, the scratches on his metallic skin slowly healing.

"The ballistae have stopped firing. What are they waiting for?"

Xu Duo pressed his left arm wound, his gaze sweeping across the rock wall.

"Or the ballista needs to be reloaded."

"But there seems to be something else moving in the grooves of the rock wall."

He's right.

Behind the Shadow Spider Ballista, the surface of the rock wall continued to peel away.

One by one, the ballistae moved to the sides to make room.

The new puppet's face emerged from a deeper groove.

Numerous puppet soldier bees swarmed out.

They are about the size of a palm, entirely black, with thin metallic wings on their backs that vibrate and emit a low hum.

Apart from the necessary structure, the soldier bees are filled with long, thin, poisonous stingers, and their pupils glow red.

The number of shadow spiders is also quite large.

They crawl on the rock face like real spiders, using eight metal limbs to insert into the crevices and stabilize themselves.

The small crossbow attached to the abdomen has been reloaded, carrying smaller arrows suitable for continuous firing.

All the puppets stood in silent formation.

The mountain stream was deathly silent, save for the sound of the wind and the distant howls of Fenrir wolves.

Old Rentou took a deep breath.

He lived for ninety-three years, experienced hundreds of battles large and small, and was besieged seven times, three of which resulted in his army being almost completely wiped out.

But this time, it's probably the most dangerous.

The enemy had complete intelligence on them.

The opponent possesses puppetry technology that they do not understand.

The opponent's ambush was so precise it was breathtaking.

Moreover, even so, the opponent still did not show up.

"Find it."

The old man said hoarsely.

"The one who controls so many puppets must be nearby. Find him, kill him, and the puppets will break down on their own."

Eita Nikaido flicked the blood off his cursed sword and grinned.

"I go."

"Do not."

Old Ren shook his head.

"You protect the iron box. That's an order from the military, and it's the highest priority."

He looked at the other survivors.

"Kimura, Homer, and Xuduo, the three of you come with me to find the caster."

"Cho, Ittosai, Ayun, you help Eita protect the iron box."

"The rest of you, hold off those puppets."

The order was given, but those who carried it out all looked hesitant.

Hold off the puppets? With the current numbers, how long can they last?

Old Rentou offered no explanation.

He took out a black talisman from his pocket, bit his thumb, and smeared his blood on the talisman.

The talisman ignited with a ghostly green flame.

Within the flames, countless tiny figures could be vaguely seen wriggling.

"Ninja Technique: Summoning the Shadow Insects".

He pressed the burning talisman onto the ground.

Countless black beetles emerged from rock crevices, soil, and even from the wounds of corpses.

The beetle is about the size of a fingernail, completely black, and has sharp mouthparts.

They surged forth like a tidal wave, numbering in the thousands, and pounced on the puppets on the rock face.

The puppet soldier bees swung their drill arms, shredding swarms of beetles.

The shadow spider shoots arrows, but the number of beetles is too great, so the arrows are not very effective.

The black swarm crawled onto the puppet's body, attempting to gnaw at the joints.

Cui Ming sensed this change from deep underground.

"Insect control techniques... are quite rare."

His mind stirred slightly.

The puppet bees on the rock face simultaneously changed tactics.

They stopped attacking the beetles and instead began to collectively vibrate their thin metallic wings.

The high-frequency vibrations produced a piercing sound, which echoed and overlapped in the mountain stream.

The swarm of black beetles was struck hard, and their movements immediately slowed down. Many beetles fell directly off the rock face and curled up motionless.

Sonic attacks are highly effective against small insects.

Old Rentou's face darkened.

The opponent even knows the weakness of the insect control technique.

At this point, the battle at the exit of the mountain stream was nearing its end.

The first batch of twenty ninja were all wiped out.

Night Slayer, Horror, Gluttony, Fenrir Wolf, and the modified forms of Xia and Wolf began to advance into the mountain stream.

The puppet soldier bees and shadow spiders following behind numbered over two hundred.

A pincer attack from both sides, an ambush from all sides.

However, Eita Nikaido, seeing the approaching puppet army, did not heed the ninja leader's orders, but instead slowly raised the demon sword Hirumaru and walked forward.

The blade trembled, and a red aura rose like flames.

"bring it on."

He said softly.

"Let me see how many blows you inanimate objects can withstand."

Eita Nikaido stepped forward, his demon sword Hirumaru unleashing an arc of red light.

Three shadow spider puppets lunged at him, and with a flash of light, their metal limbs snapped in two.

The puppet's remains fell to the ground, exposing its internal structure, and pale blue energy dissipated from the fracture.

He grinned, his eyes gleaming with even greater excitement.

The blade flips and slashes horizontally.

The five puppet soldier bees were cut in half at the waist, their thin wings stopped flapping, and they fell to the ground.

The red aura extended like tentacles, knocking away two approaching Shadow Spiders, which crashed into the rock wall and twisted and deformed.

"too weak."

Eita whispered, lunging forward.

With flashes of light, the seven Shadow Spider puppets were reduced to fragments in the span of three breaths.

He moved through the land as if it were empty, leaving behind piles of wreckage wherever he went.

However, the number of puppets did not decrease.

New Shadow Spiders and more Puppet Swarm Bees kept emerging from the grooves in the rock wall.

Ignoring the damage to their companions, they surged toward Eita one after another.

The tenth body, the twentieth body, the thirtieth body...

Eita's killing speed did not decrease. At first, Eita was very excited, but gradually his brows began to furrow.

The demon sword Hirumaru craves the blood of living beings, the fighting spirit of the strong, and the fear and resentment of the moment of death.

These puppets have no blood, no emotions, and no struggle before death.

The blade sliced ​​through the metal casing as easily as cutting through dead wood.

When the fortieth puppet shattered, Eita felt a sense of annoyance.

By the fiftieth, this aversion had turned into restlessness.