Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 88 The Spell Mortar

Huge arbors cover the sunlight firmly, in the dark woods,
Takeru Sato vaguely saw a human-shaped object swinging around on the treetops.

"Gudong!"

Sato Takeru realized what it was, and his legs and feet felt weak for a moment. If it weren't for the two big men beside him supporting him, he would have been sitting on the ground now.

"It's so timid to dare to sell arms!" Frank glanced at Takeru Sato and said with disdain:
"Don't worry, since you belong to Yuri, I won't kill you, but until the matter is over, you should stay with us obediently and don't play tricks!"

Takeru Sato smiled awkwardly, and touched his waist unconsciously, where an old-fashioned May [-]th pistol was hidden.

He chose the May Fourth because it has a good range, strong penetrating power, and great power.

But seeing the M16 carbine in the hands of these big men, he handed it over with great interest.

"Okay, here it is!"

In the dense forest, there are only occasional sporadic spots of light on the treetops.

The two hugged a thick tree, and a highly decomposed corpse swayed in the forest.

The stench was accompanied by the buzzing of mosquitoes, and Sato Takeru lay on the ground and couldn't help but want to vomit.

Frank gave an order, and the two big men took off the backpacks behind them, and carefully moved out four black clay pots from inside.

The jar was the size of a small wine jar. The body of the jar was covered with talismans painted with cinnabar. There were a few yellow talismans pasted on the mouth of the jar and the mahogany cork, which looked quite mysterious and strange.

"Back off!"

A blood-stained white cloth was laid out, and four jars were placed on the white cloth.

Frank greeted, and many big men retreated to one side, forming a circular defensive circle with their backs to Frank, and guarded around with guns.

Frank took a deep breath, and took out a small seven-inch long flag from his arms.

Frank unfolded the three-section bone pole composed of crystal-clear white bones, revealing the banner body composed of snake belly skin.

On the surface of the flag, there are paintings full of demons dancing, ghosts of yakshas, ​​and two ghosts and gods holding chains surrounded by stars like the moon.

Frank shook the banner, and a black light shot out from the banner and landed on the yellow talisman on the black jar.

The yellow talisman affixed to the mahogany plug was automatically lifted by an invisible force without wind, and then the body of the altar shook for a while, with a soft bang, the mahogany plug was directly ejected from the inside out by a strong force.

Immediately afterwards, countless gray-white smoke and dust emerged from the black jar, flying up and down around the small flag in Frank's hand, as if dancing.

A lot of gray and white smoke flew into the forest, shuttled back and forth among the treetops.

There were even a few streaks of gray-white smoke attached to the corpse hanging next to it.

The corpse suddenly trembled violently, and then there was a strange chuckle in the forest.

Not only did Takeru Sato's scalp tingle when he saw this scene, but even Frank's experienced special forces were choked up when they heard this weird laughter.

All four jars were opened, and at this moment, all the air was flying up and down, white smoke, densely packed, thousands of them.

According to the spell taught by the boss, Frank sprayed his true energy on the small streamer in his hand.

The engraved portraits of gods and demons on the small banner seemed to come to life. In the center of the banner, two ghosts and gods grinned together, and the mourning stick in their hands and the soul lock chain burst into black light.

As Frank vibrated the small streamer in his hand, countless gray-white smoke scattered in all directions.

"Assemble things!"

More than a dozen big men opened the luggage bags and took out various accessories for assembly.

The remaining seven or eight people climbed to the side of the tree, took out the machete, and cut down the treetops that blocked the view.

Soon, twelve assembled army-green mortars were placed on the open grass under the tree.

The 60MM M2 mortar produced by the Federation has a very high rate of fire, 18 rounds per minute, and the overall weight in battle is only 42 pounds. In addition to standard personal combat equipment, two people can easily use it.

However, what kind of targets are you using mortars in this wilderness, to hit ghosts?
Takeru Sato thought for a long time, but he couldn't think of any targets worth bombarding nearby.

Is there any secret base here?Or what kind of biochemical laboratory?

………………

On Mount Fuji, at a hidden observation point, several soldiers in camouflage uniforms are closely observing the magma dynamics under Mount Fuji.

The sound of close and rapid connection keeps echoing in this observation room.

"This is Observation Station No. 91. The temperature of the magma is gradually increasing, and there are biological activities at the bottom of the magma. It is suspected that the observation target No. 91, code-named "Yaqi Orochi", shows signs of awakening!"

"Continue to observe, order, continue to observe...and be ready to retreat at any time..."

In a crater of Mt. Fuji, in the flaming lava under the rock, a thick snake tail is swinging in the magma, and the hot magma is splashed and scattered.

Through the red magma, it can be seen that the snake tail is so large that it almost fills the crater.

The moment the snake's tail was raised, it could be clearly seen that there was a clear scar on its lower abdomen, as if a piece had been cut off by some sharp blade.

.........

Deep in the forest, at the training base of the Hand Association, more than a dozen black-clothed ninjas are practicing shuriken against the target on the tree.

Not far away, several ninjas were practicing one-on-one sword fighting with bamboo samurai swords.

"What's going on, why is it suddenly foggy?"

A black-clothed ninja sitting cross-legged on a treetop was wiping the edge of the katana in his hand. He raised his head by chance and found a white thing floating in the distance.

"what?"

The black-clothed ninja got up from the treetops, looked carefully at the wisps of gray-white smoke and dust, and was a little puzzled.

Before he could react, the gray-white smoke suddenly disappeared into the forest.

"Morning fog?"

The black-clothed ninja shook his head, and simply continued to sit down and wipe the samurai sword in his hand.

The quenched blue blade, under his wiping, gave off a faint cold light. This is the imitation chrysanthemum written by a famous Japanese master.

After wiping the blade, the ninja in black couldn't help holding the samurai sword in his hand, and slashed downward twice.

As soon as he finished the two cuts, he suddenly felt a chill behind him. He turned his head vigilantly. There was nothing behind him except the sound of the wind blowing the treetops.

Two shadows full of blood holes floated in front of the black-clothed ninja, but he didn't seem to see anything.

.........

"Coordinates 234, 267!"

A wisp of gray-white smoke flew up and down around Frank. Frank waved the small streamer and heard the voice of the "ghost".

Soon, more than a dozen big men began to adjust the shooting angle of the mortar.

"Three two one, let it go!"

　After I took the medicine and the injection, the fever subsided, but my baby seemed to have a low-grade fever, and he was positive. I was physically cooling him down. The child was too young to take the medicine. If nothing happened, there should be two chapters left. If you go to the hospital , then there is another chapter, I will try my best
　　
　
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