Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!" Countless gunshots overlapped and compressed into a continuous roar.

In the very first second after the trigger was pulled, dozens of brass cartridge cases fell into the elevator shaft. They tumbled, collided, and fell in the darkness, like a brass rain.

Deadpool, who was crawling at the front, was shot in the face.

The hail of bullets destroyed its head in an instant, like smashing a ripe tomato with a hammer. As its body fell from the ground, it was hit by dozens more bullets. Scales flew, flesh and blood splattered, and bones shattered.

A meter-long muzzle flash shot out from the barrel bundle, like a torch burning downwards.

The light was so intense that it illuminated the entire elevator shaft as if it were daytime. The gunfire was so fierce that it felt as if one were in the middle of a rain cloud that was exploding with electricity, with every clap of thunder exploding overhead and every bolt of lightning grazing one's nose.

If it weren't for the noise-canceling headphones and sunglasses, Caesar's ears and pupils would have been injured.

Chu Zihang's Sten submachine gun joined the ranks of the bullet hell creators.

Genjiro's Thompson submachine gun was also added.

They stood on steel beams in the elevator shaft, with bottomless darkness beneath their feet and the burning mural hall above them. Bags containing firearms hung on a horizontal bar overhead, ready for them to access new magazines and weapons at any time.

Three guns.

three directions.

Three intertwined barrages.

This metal storm severely dampened the Deadpool group's joy.

The Deadpools charging at the front were all hit by bullets. The bullets tore through scales, burrowed into flesh, and rolled, deformed, and shattered inside. Black blood spurted in the darkness, like oil gushing from the ground.

But apart from Deadpool, whose head was destroyed first, the other Deadpools were only injured.

Their serpentine bodies are exceptionally powerful. Bullets striking their scales create sparks, as if hitting a specially hardened steel plate. A few bullets manage to penetrate their bodies and become lodged in their hard bones, failing to cause fatal damage.

Inside the elevator shaft, dozens of enormous mouths gaped open to their limit. They faced Caesar and his companions above, emitting high-pitched, infant-like cries.

Caesar knew that it was actually a roar.

Deadpool is different from the Deadguard. The Deadguard's sensory nerves were killed during the preparation process. For them, limb dismemberment is like hair being cut—they feel nothing. Deadpool, however, can still feel pain, albeit less intensely than a normal human.

Pain is not enough to deter them; on the contrary, it will only intensify their ferocity.

He held the Gatling gun firmly in control, unleashing a storm of metal below.

The Gatling gun was a weapon that changed the course of history. After improvements, its theoretical maximum rate of fire could reach 10,000 rounds per minute. Caesar, worried about the barrel overheating, only used intermittent bursts, firing about twenty rounds per second, pausing for a second, and then firing again.

But with the addition of Chu Zihang and Yuan Zhisheng's submachine guns, the barrage became so dense that the bullets collided in mid-air. The sparks from the colliding bullets resembled festive fireworks in the darkness.

Deadpool still retains some animalistic intelligence. They quickly learned to hide under steel beams to avoid the hail of bullets, and then, in the brief gaps between the barrages, climb a few meters up before disappearing into the shadow of the next steel beam.

"The effective damage isn't enough!" Caesar yelled at Genjiro and Chu Zihang during the break between changing ammunition boxes.

Only at this time can everyone still shout and talk. Once the Gatling gun starts roaring, you can't hear it even if someone is ringing a bell next to your ear.

“We’re just stalling for time!” Genji threw the empty Thompson submachine gun into the elevator shaft.

He pulled another gun from the bag, the M3 submachine gun, the standard issue weapon for the US military during World War II, nicknamed the "Grease Gun." It was much lighter than the Thompson and had a slower rate of fire, but a larger magazine capacity.

He understood Caesar's meaning. Although the hail of bullets had fiercely resisted the Deadpool horde, so far, no more than ten Deadpools had actually died from the bullets. Meanwhile, the Deadpool horde had climbed eight or nine floors. At this rate, it wouldn't be long before they reached their current floor. At that point, even ample ammunition would be useless.

His original plan was that the gunshots would alert the people inside the building.

Inside this building, there are still hundreds of executive bureau officers. They are all A-level hybrids, the elite of the elite. Once reinforcements arrive, and with the help of the terrain, there is a high chance they can wipe out the Deadpool group in the elevator shaft.

But no one came. It seemed only the three of them remained in the building. Yuan Zhisheng's phone had broken during the fight, cutting off all contact with the outside world. At this moment, the only thing they could trust was their weapons.

Chu Zihang also switched to a new Sten submachine gun. The loose bullets in the bag were completely useless; they didn't have time to stop and reload. During the few seconds Caesar spent changing the ammunition box, he had to fire both submachine guns simultaneously to prevent Deadpool from climbing up.

The barrel of a submachine gun is not like that of a Gatling gun. At such a high rate of fire, the barrel was already slightly red-hot, undoubtedly overheating. Under such circumstances, it's not surprising that the gun frequently jammed.

"Click." It stalled again.

Chu Zihang threw away the gun and pulled out the last intact Sten gun from the bag.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!" The Gatling gun roared again.

Caesar completed the task of replacing the ammunition boxes, temporarily alleviating the crisis.

During the few dozen seconds it took to change magazines, Genjiro scanned his surroundings. He was considering whether there was a way to completely destroy the steel frame in the elevator shaft, causing the Deadpools to fall from the sky. The falling steel would likely inflict fatal damage on the Deadpools. However, the frame capable of supporting a high-speed elevator possessed a strength that even Junyan couldn't shake.

He abandoned the idea.

After changing the magazine, he was about to continue firing when suddenly he smelled a strong fishy odor coming from above!

Something is approaching!

Chapter 690 Get out of the way!

"Caesar, get out of the way!" Genji roared.

But Caesar, completely focused on firing, couldn't possibly hear anything. The deafening roar of the Gatling gun drowned out all other sounds. In this environment, Caesar was also unable to use the "Kamaitachi."

Yuan Zhisheng dropped the submachine gun, causing it to fall.

He drew his swords with both hands and swung them in the air.

The opening moves of "Rolling Blade Style" and "Reverse Rolling Blade Style" were unleashed in an instant. The first slash was upward, and the second was a horizontal slash to the waist and abdomen. The cross-shaped blade light lingered in the air, and black blood gushed out from the center of the cross.

Black blood fell from the sky and splattered onto Genji's armor.

Deadpool's intelligence exceeded their expectations. While they focused their firepower on Deadpool directly below, he circled around from another elevator shaft to directly above them, climbed up to their heads along the horizontal ventilation ducts.

It waited there, poised to attack. At its closest, it was only a meter away from Genjiro, like people having dinner together across a dining table.

The wounded Deadpool was struck by the blade and was about to fall into the elevator shaft. But it spun around in mid-air, its long, steel-like tail sweeping towards Caesar.

Caesar leaned back to dodge. The bullets flew from the muzzle, deviating from their original trajectory and making several holes in the ceiling.

The long tail struck the Gatling gun's mount, causing the heavy gun to shake violently and the spinning of its four barrels to become erratic. Deadpool used its tail to tightly wrap around the gun mount, and together with itself, it fell into the elevator shaft.

The shadowy figures kept falling from the height, and there was more than one Deadpool lurking above.

Genji walked along the steel beams, wielding his sword to repel the Dead Servants and prevent them from finding a foothold. The Spider Cutter in his hand transformed into a curtain of light, each strike slashing at the onrushing claws and fangs.

However, he did not have bone enhancement. The effects of Friga's bullets still lingered in his body, although most of them had faded, his dragon bone state could not be restored. His bones were now those of a normal person, and his muscles lacked terrifying explosive power.

He could fight, wield a knife, and walk on steel beams. But he was very weak, much weaker than he was in his normal state.

Caesar drew his Desert Eagle. A single shot of the Mercury Core bullet pierced the Deadpools' bodies. This type of bullet, designed to target dragons, was particularly effective against the Deadpools. Those hit would fall to the ground crying, convulsing and losing their fighting ability.

Deadpool occupied all the steel beams on all sides.

Black and red blood splattered between the beams.

The black blood is Deadpool's.

The red blood belongs to Genjiro.

The Deadpool, attacking from above, nearly severed his shoulder blade. The wound was deep enough to expose the bone beneath. Blood gushed from his shoulder, soaking his red-lacquered southern barbarian coat, flowing down his belt, his thigh, and dripping into the abyss along his calf.

Chu Zihang drew his Uzi from his waist and began firing, intending to first eliminate the dead servants around Caesar and Genjiro.

He glanced down, a chill running down his spine and into his mind.

In the few dozen seconds without any barrage of bullets, the Deadpools below rapidly climbed upwards. The fastest Deadpools were less than twenty meters away from them.

Twenty meters is just a few twists of their bodies for them.

Deadpool's cries merged into an eerie sonic wave, churning in the elevator shaft. The sound was like countless babies crying simultaneously, or like a dying cat screaming in the night.

This attack must be stopped, or the defense will collapse completely.

Without hesitation, Chu Zihang abruptly knocked over the bag hanging in front of him.

Thousands of bullets rained down from the bag like a bronze-colored downpour, falling into the elevator shaft. The bullets tumbled and collided in the air, caught by Deadpool's body below, only to be deflected and fall into deeper darkness.

Chu Zihang threw another item into the elevator shaft: a piece of C4 plastic explosive with an electronic fuse.

Beside him was another bag filled with plastic explosives, spare explosives brought from the armory, originally intended to be used to blow open the sealed door.

Explosive fragments fell.

It fell twenty meters.

Detonate.

"boom!"

The air blast and flames are restricted by the elevator shaft and can only propagate upwards or downwards.

They witnessed the beautiful sight of fiery clouds rising from the deep well.

The clouds of hell, the clouds of death.

In the raging fire, all the bullets exploded simultaneously. Thousands of bullets bounced, spun, and flew at high speed in the elevator shaft, like a shotgun firing at the bottom of the shaft magnified countless times.

The serpentine black shadow was engulfed by a hail of bullets and flashes of light. The random firing of bullets nearly injured Caesar and Genji. Bullets grazed their ears, flew past their faces, and sparked against the steel beams behind them.

But Caesar actually roared, "Good!"

Chu Zihang's adventure came at the cost of accidentally injuring him, but being shot to death was better than dying under the teeth of the Dead Servants.

Caesar fired both Desert Eagles simultaneously.

A Deadpool opened its mouth and hissed, so close to Caesar that the tiny red tongue wriggling deep in its throat could be seen.

The flames from the gun muzzle, along with the final mercury core, penetrated its mouth. The mercury spread throughout its body, destroying its brain.

The Deadpool plunged into the darkness with a mournful cry.

Over there, Genji also pierced the heart of a Deadpool. The Spider Cutter's blade pierced through the chest and emerged from the back. Black blood flowed along the blade, condensing into droplets at the tip before falling into the abyss.

Deadpool looked down at the knife that had pierced him. His expression showed no pain, no fear, only a strange, relieved bewilderment.

Then Yuan Zhisheng drew his knife.

Deadpool falls.

Black blood clung to the three people, slowly flowing down their bodies.

They fell silent. Despite having the advantage in weaponry and terrain, they probably didn't actually kill more than fifteen Deadpools.

These enemies are more terrifying than the Titanoboa.

The explosion failed to kill them.

After falling several levels, they used their long tails to entangle themselves in the steel frame, covered in blood and burns, and continued climbing upwards. Meanwhile, humanity had lost its most important weapon: the Gatling gun.