Chapter 137: Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Four – Dimensional Wind Howl, Dimensional Lightning Cannon, Ratling, and Hell Abyss Abomination
A proper skirmish broke out.
Flames, white light, sword lights… flickered below, as Saintess Jenna and Eve Frostleaf did not spare their magical power, using all area-effect extraordinary abilities to quickly deal with the obstacle in their path.
However, the ground trio’s speed inevitably slowed down, followed by a large troop rushing towards them.
Jima, anxious, spun around to evade the “Dimensional Lightning Cannon” aimed at her from afar while diving towards the pursuing large troop, opening her mouth to sing a song.
The “Bloody Siren” at her waist trembled, obeying her will and providing accompaniment.
She flew over the Ratman army, and all the Ratmen close enough to hear her song instinctively covered their ears, their speed slowing. Some went faster, some slower, shrinking the distance between the troops, and chaos began to emerge.
Jima evaded several green lines traced by the Dimensional Stone bullets just beside her, and casually tossed a light stick, which sprayed glowing red mist as it fell below.
After over ten seconds, a light cluster erupted at the location of the smoking light stick, mercilessly scorching the Ratmen’s bodies. Those attempting to escape, pursue, or flee mixed together, further stirred by Jima’s provocation of their negative desires.
Greed, arrogance, fury; some Ratmen even stabbed each other in the back, pushing each other down.
In a moment, the Ratmen troops eager to support became a disarray.
Jima sighed with relief; everyone was cooperating quite well.
However, this was only one aspect of the enemy forces; they were pouring in from all directions, no, from all sides, and there was another side.
She intended to rely on her battlefield experience to continue guiding Saintess Jenna’s position.
“Take her down! Take her down!”
A team of rifle-bearing troops was being deployed. The shield-wielding Ratman placed a triangular shield on the ground while the rifleman readied their guns. Over a dozen Rat eyes with scopes aimed at Jima, firing in turn, drawing green lines in the dim underground cave.
Jima traced an “8” in the air, dodging the green lines that either missed their mark or appeared to hit her but veered off. The disruption distracted her, making her busy evading while trying to observe the most suitable place to cast battlefield spells to block the enemy troops.
She dove directly towards the rifle team, soaring over their heads while unleashing a burst of soprano.
“Crack, crack.”
Cracks appeared in the scopes of the rifles.
One rifle-bearing Ratman broke down, covering his ears and screaming, rushing directly into another rifle team, biting the rifle’s nozzle. In shock, the other pulled the trigger, and the Dimensional Stone bullet extinguished the life of that poor Ratman.
But fifty meters away, another team of rifles opened fire on Jima, and in her line of sight, more riflemen were visible, getting ready.
Jima felt it was bad. That was the result of slowing down; as soon as they slowed, the enemy’s ranged troops would be more deployed. When that happened, she would have to dodge Dimensional Stone bullets from all sides, and in the distance, a Dimensional Lightning Cannon was targeting her.
Although she was agile, it was only a matter of time before she would get hit and exhaust her magical power. To make matters worse, she couldn’t rely on the simplest yet most effective method—flying higher to resolve the situation.
Because the rock ceiling above was not even two hundred meters from the ground at a glance.
As Jima made another turn to dodge incoming bullets, her speed slowed down.
“Whoosh!”
The Grim Reaper seemed to roar behind her; Jima, unable to dodge in time, immediately used her “Stand-in Doll.” Her body transformed into a doll, and a massive bolt of lightning engulfed it, turning the doll to ashes in an instant.
Jima reappeared over ten meters away, seeing green dots rushing at her like a swarm of hornets. While evading, she looked towards the source—a team of Ratlings was aiming and shooting at her.
Heavens, how many ranged units have these dirty rats set up against me?
Jima could no longer afford to guide fire for Saintess Jenna, focusing all her energy on self-detonation. Despite her agile movements, her wing membrane was already riddled with more than ten bullet holes.
“Take her down! Take her down! AAAAAH!”
The excited Ratling machine gunners, not noticing their weapons overheating, began to smoke, catch fire, and explode. Yet even after one was blown up, three Ratlings rushed to fill the gap, and their expensive Dimensional Stone technology weapons suddenly became incredibly cheap at that moment.
Jima realized that most Ratman weapon teams were not far apart; after all, they had rushed over to snipe the Savior team, gathering close together for mutual cover.
But with her plenty of battlefield experience, Jima wasted no time and immediately pounced on a Ratling team.
“Here they come! Here they come! They’re charging in!”
The Ratman wearing goggles lifted his rifle like splashing water, showering bullets toward Jima. At the same time, the Ratman assassins lying in ambush among the weapons tightened their grip on their daggers, preparing for an ambush.
Intelligence stated that succubi were also known for close combat.
Jima closed in, moving swiftly, her agile turns evading the shower of bullets like splashes of water. But she did not dive down; instead, she soared past the heads of the Ratlings with a piercing song, sending chills down their spines.
Was she going to pounce on another team?
The Ratmen hurriedly aimed their heavy rifles at her, significantly reducing their firepower. Meanwhile, the rifle teams, due to the length of their weapons, also turned more slowly.
Jima felt a lot of pressure lift as she circled past a team of Ratlings, and the incoming fire thinned a bit. Just like that, she kept circling more heavily armed Ratlings, forcing them to adjust their guns.
The remaining rifle teams, due to their close proximity, could only adjust their aim together in an attempt to catch Jima’s figure, inevitably weakening their firepower.
Now Jima could focus her energy on the ground trio.
The situation was good; they had broken through once again. In the distance, several indistinct mounds of meat stood on the ground. Normal people would choose to avoid that direction; George, riding the heavenly warhorse, was no exception.
But Jima saw that in the direction they were breaking through, behind a slope, was a team of black-furred Storm Rats, led by their leader, the “Old Familiar Rat”—the Red-Armored Ratman Warlord.
She had to warn George.
Jima immediately reached for her belt and grabbed a red light stick. But suddenly, the air around her stirred violently, forming a howling wind that pressed against her, greatly slowing her down.
A Dimensional Stone sorcerer who had just unleashed the Dimensional Wind Howl shouted excitedly:
“Kill her! Kill her!”
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
The Ratlings unleashed green flames, and the distant Dimensional Lightning Cannon shot a long stream of lightning towards Jima.
Jima felt a sharp pain; she knew she had been hit but couldn’t tell how many bullets would strike her next. Without hesitation, she once again consumed her magical power, using the Stand-in Doll to escape from the range of the Dimensional Wind Howl through teleportation and invisibility.
But she saw George about to charge into the mass of Storm Rats.
Jima hurriedly waved the light stick, only to find she was holding a half-broken one, a bullet having interrupted it.
“Damn it!”
Jima dropped the half stick and pulled out another.
At that moment, she felt the magical winds stirring tumultuously, the surrounding air twisting violently. A gray tornado formed around her, trapping her once again in the Dimensional Wind Howl.
How could they use the same battlefield spell consecutively?
Jima looked back.
Good heavens, a line of Dimensional Sorcerers had their long, claw-like fingers pointed at her.
Green lightning danced at their fingertips, and beams of electricity surged toward Jima.
They gathered that many spellcasters? They’re not cabbage; don’t they think too highly of me?
With no choice left, Jima could only use the “Stand-in Doll” once more, leaving a pitiful doll to be reduced to nothing amidst the lightning and bullets.
After teleporting away, she immediately noticed something was off; harmless purple demon fire was burning on her, making her the perfect target.
Jima temporarily disregarded this; she was more concerned about George. She looked at George and shouted, “Run!”
But it was too late.
George, although having quickly pulled back on the reins, was charged by the Red-Armored Ratman Warlord, accompanied by a group of bodyguards, with a massive crowd of armored, high-spirited Storm Rats rushing after them.
At the same time, another Dimensional Wind Howl trapped Jima, and a massive green lightning bolt quickly crossed hundreds of meters, heading straight for her.
They really put all their magical firepower on me!
Jima shouted, “Icebox!”
A light blue solid ice suddenly enveloped her, ice pillars shooting out and crossing nearly a hundred meters, freezing on the ground and securing the succubus midair.
The lightning from the Dimensional Lightning Cannon struck the solid ice as if waves crashing against rocks, shattering it. Countless green bullets ricocheted or shattered.
The crystal-clear ice crystal encased the curled-up succubus, resembling beautiful amber.
Inside the “icebox,” Jima could only watch helplessly as George and the other two fought within the Rat horde, trapped within it as if stepping through mud, unable to advance or retreat.
In the distance, the mound of meat flashed with several green lightning strikes, and as the lightning dissipated, Jima clearly saw the grotesque appearance of the meat mound.
What a disgusting and terrifying monster it was, as if it had crawled out from the depths of hell. The size of a small hill, its skin was sickly white, with rough seams all over, stitched together from several bodies.
Its main head revealed a skull, resembling a bloodless rat head; it was termed the main head because there were still five or six Ratman heads sewn roughly into this mound of flesh.
Some Ratman heads still had portions of their original bodies and one arm attached.
On both sides of its body were at least two pairs of arms. It might have ten pairs of legs, with some resembling cockroach legs and others with rat legs.
It was the highest masterpiece of Ratman’s flesh and blood genetic engineering—the Hell Abyss Abomination.
The green lightning focused on these three terrifying giant beasts, and the red eyes of all the heads glowed as they roared, dragging their bloated and muscular bodies from afar towards the trio trapped among the Ratmen, their momentum fierce.
Ratmen caught in the fray were either cut in half or turned to mush.
The three Hell Abyss Abominations crashed into the chaotic melee, attacking George fiercely. One strong arm swung a green-glowing large blade, cutting down at least three Storm Rats in its path.
George flew away like a baseball, landing on the ground.
Run! Hurry and escape!
Jima felt despair rising in her heart; she recalled the future scene she had seen before setting out, in the glass ball. They had failed to break through and were surrounded, suffering severe injuries, almost identical to what lay before her.
She kept quiet to avoid demoralizing them; perhaps she could break the prediction?
But now it seemed they not only failed to break through, but some might also be lost here.
