The straight-line distance is approximately twelve hundred ters at this mont, considering the interference like wind direction and humidity, the hit rate will be affected.
"Machine Spirit! Listen to my command!"
However, Duncan had other ways. As he gently caressed the gun body, the hidden spirituality and the chanical Soul started to stir. The Judicator T130 is considered a relatively early chanical curiosity. Although it lacks many modern chanical modifications, the magic power it possesses grants it the power to activate the internal chanical sacred words.
On both sides of the gun barrel, the steel runes emitted a faint glow, and the mana pool of the No. 3 human form was slightly consud.
To deal with such a spellcasting unit, go directly with the explosive bomb.
Once Duncan makes a move, his position will be exposed. On his left and right sides, there’s a mutant vampire and a target that can transform into a plague werewolf. He can only shoot at most three tis in a row and has to change coordinates imdiately after firing.
The chanical soul yields to Duncan’s will, it’s a very subtle feeling, he can sense the chanical soul inside helping him lock onto the enemy.
Bang!
A bullet tore through the air.
Although Duncan aid at the enemy’s head, his shooting skills clearly couldn’t compare to archery, and with the longer distance, he only hit the enemy’s right shoulder. Moving targets are not easy to hit, especially the faster they are, the harder to aim.
But as long as it hits, it’s enough!
Boom.
An explosion echoed.
The bullet instantly blew away almost half of the enemy’s body; blood and flesh scattered. The ground was littered with limbs that surprisingly resembled plants, and the blood flowing out was dark green. These mbers of the Spore Association seem to have transford into a semi-plant, semi-human life form.
"Be careful! There’s a sniper from the chanical Divine Sect!"
The hit Spore Association mber quickly fell, and following his screams and shouts, the other cultists also scrambled for cover.
The sniper had sohow circled behind them.
Bang!
At that mont, Duncan pulled the trigger a second ti.
The chanical soul roared.
It seed dissatisfied with the previous result. As the bullet left the barrel, the steel runes glowed faintly, further accelerating the bullet’s speed. The next second, the upper body of the Spore Association mber in the distance exploded, leaving only a head that rolled over ten ters away.
A clean kill!
A faint spiritual light erged, and Duncan’s mana bar instantly increased.
Retreat!
There was no ti for a third shot because the plague werewolf appeared on the right side of the God’s-eye view. From behind Duncan, the chanical arm unfolded, sliding down the side of a skyscraper more than a hundred ters high. The chanical arm clung to the wall, sparks flying, disappearing into the dark passage in the blink of an eye.
Duncan took out an armor-piercing bullet, twisted the gears to turn the eightfold scope into a fourfold scope, and his eyes focused on the rapidly moving red mark within the God’s-eye view.
The mutated vampire and werewolf both arrived.
However, there was a slight unexpected developnt as the plague werewolf chased after Duncan, but the vampire-like figure, seeing Duncan’s fleeting silhouette, instantly adopted a serious expression and muttered, "Am I seeing things?"
"That thing on his shoulder? Is it a lich’s skull?"
Vampires can also be considered undead creatures.
For all undead creatures, liches are the absolute supre leaders.
This genetically mutated vampire was exuding a post-apocalyptic wasteland style, her attire resembling a post-apocalyptic western cowboy. Her scarlet pupils glanced over, instantly turning stiff, not having any desire to continue pursuing.
If that truly is a lich’s skull, the enemy is either extraordinarily powerful or of significant status and background, both of which are very troubleso.
The Blood Worship Sect is not the main force of this blood ritual.
Their base is in the western part of the continent, a post-nuclear-explosion wasteland, approximately like the Florida and Texas of this world. Because of the ’Blood Plague,’ even the nest city over there is troubled by blood-related diseases, which is why the Blood Worship Sect has been developing in secret quite well there.
She infiltrated the lower levels of Nest City to cooperate with actions as a way to repay a favor, since the Spore Association has certain connections with undead creatures.
During the toughest tis, it was the mushrooms planted by the Spore Association that helped the Blood Worship Sect survive the nuclear era.
At this mont.
Duncan had already slid down over a hundred ters using the rear chanical arm. He is like a low-cost Spider-Man now, but actually more like Dr. Octopus, the kind with only two octopus chanical arms.
When the mutated vampire didn’t follow, the plague werewolf hesitated slightly.
But he is currently in a bloodthirsty frenzy, only hesitating a little, before eventually following. He was the only one nearby who could match Duncan’s swift movent; if a sniper is allowed to hunt from the rear, all the cultist spellcasters would live in constant fear.
"Your Majesty."
At this ti, Lich Konggs said, "This one is a bit tricky to handle. Your human form is still weak; do you need my help?"
Duncan didn’t pretend to be strong, looking at the plague werewolf rapidly closing in the God’s-eye view, he said deeply, "Help control him."
——Bone Prison!
As soon as the words were spoken, the lich skull on his shoulder began casting a spell. When the plague werewolf passed through a stretch of open ground littered with corpses, six bones suddenly rose from the earth, trapping it in place.
"Necromancer?" The plague werewolf looked shocked and horrified.
Bam!
At this mont, Duncan had already turned and fired, an armor-piercing bullet blasting a bloody hole in the enemy’s chest. Unfortunately, such a wound wasn’t fatal; instead, its flesh and blood rapidly regenerated, forcefully breaking through the bone prison in front of it and escaping the battlefield from the side.
This precise shot startled it.
It seed these cultists were also intelligent and not as fanatical as imagined.
"Your Majesty."
"Shall we pursue?"
The lich Konggs asked again: "I’ve already left a soul mark on it."
Duncan shook his head and said, "No need."
He was lurking alone behind the cultists’ lines. Kill when possible, flee if not. The most important thing now was to cause a qualitative change through quantitative accumulation, not caring about killing one more or one less.
——"Fungal Infection (Magic-like Ability) (Spore Association): You can control spores and gain the ability to animate infected corpses. If a small or dium-sized beast or humanoid creature dies around you, you can cast a spell to animate its corpse, treating the target as a kind of undead creature like a living dead, zombie, or ghoul. It will follow your will and actions."
Magic-like ability?
At this mont, a wind of magic appeared in Duncan’s palm, and soon the corpses of the dead civilians around him rose again, each marked with a one-star whiteboard sign.
The lich Konggs was instantly shocked, unable to comprehend what kind of domain law could directly seize the enemy’s abilities through slaughter.
This was definitely more than just the law of death!
Duncan did not resurrect these living dead on a large scale, for his mana bar was limited, and a one-star whiteboard marked unit might have so use in the Middle Ages; here, it was just a matter of a round of gunfire. The Spore Association and Lady Fungus had resurrected hundreds of thousands of living dead, only to be thoroughly wiped out by the chanical Divine Sect.
They purely used living dead to complete a life-and-death cycle ritual, to summon a more powerful evil spirit entity in the next step.
But Duncan had different uses for them.
Sizzle.
After removing the auxiliary chanical arm from his back, he directly mingled with these living dead, then under the cover of about ten of them, he approached a marked unit nearby.
In that direction were a Disaster ssenger and a mber of the Spore Association.
No one noticed Duncan among the group of living dead, as the knights’ chs of the chanical Divine Sect had already broken through the cultists’ lines, the steel-cast warriors charging through the battlefield like humanoid tanks. So used firearm-like weapons, but many more wielded chanical cold weapons.
Their chanical prayers were chanted, cutting through enemy lines repeatedly with small squads of a dozen or so, while precise heavy fire from the rear provided overwhelming strikes.
In contrast, the cultists’ tactical command was sowhat chaotic.
Bam!
An armor-piercing bullet ripped through the air.
The Disaster ssenger in the crowd was imdiately alert, transforming into a storm before the bullet hit, evading Duncan’s attack by elentalizing the body.
Without the slightest hesitation, Duncan continued shooting, redirecting his target to the nearby mber of the Spore Association.
——Roots of the Earth.
The Spore Association mber was also prepared, his feet transforming into tree root-like shapes, raising his arms to form a thick shield in front of him. Alas, Duncan had already switched to armor-piercing rounds, finding that ordinary bullets couldn’t kill effectively. He needed sothing more brutal to penetrate the enemy’s defenses.
His head exploded!
The Spore Association mber’s head burst, releasing countless spore dust around.
——"Symbiotic Union (Magic-like Ability) (Spore Association): By guiding surrounding spores to rge and injecting primordial magic power, they will transform into your temporary life force, significantly enhancing the life bar’s maximum. When you unleash a lee attack, these enchanted spores can inflict minor erosion damage on the enemy."
Snatching a magic-like ability with each kill, Duncan hadn’t encountered a situation like this in a long ti.
mbers of the Spore Association were typically three-star silver-gray marked units. If not for relying on the power of the gun artifact, based solely on the strength of the No. 3 human form, taking them down would be quite challenging.
But that’s how it was on the battlefield; not to ntion three-star units, even four-star units could be blown to pieces if caught in the chanical Divine Sect’s barrage.
At this point, No. 3 human form’s mana bar further expanded.
He already had the engraving of the Dragon’s Bloodline, which had integrated quite a bit over this ti, and after killing several people in succession, the mana pool expanded further, achieving the pre-requisite to summon Monster Hunter-Duncan.
But in this intense battle, summoning Monster Hunter-Duncan was practically useless, so he swiftly retreated, using a bird’s-eye view to shake off nearby enemies.
The advantage of being underground was this.
Once the nearby energy sources were cut off, the collapsing buildings everywhere offered places for Duncan to hide and snipe.
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