Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1737 - 1730: Lying Dead for a Hundred Meters

Chapter 1737: Chapter 1730: Lying Dead for a Hundred Meters

"Hey, aren’t you worried Liseya might mistakenly kill innocents?" Hu Daoke suddenly thought of this issue and couldn’t help asking.

"There are no innocents outside, they’re all enemies. Besides," Cheng Ziang paused and continued, "I feel she isn’t the same as she once was. Now, she should have developed some ability to make her own judgments."

"In that case, let’s go inside, no need to guard here," Hu Daoke suggested.

"What are you thinking? Stay put and keep the gun ready. If any stragglers get through, it’ll be trouble," Cheng Ziang rolled his eyes and replied.

In the midst of their conversation, the screams continued. After a while, they heard a loud explosion in the distance, even changing the colors of the night sky. Cheng Ziang guessed Liseya must have ignited the ammunition depot with the artillery.

"Nice, hail the demigods," Hu Daoke said as he repositioned himself and set up the machine gun, muttering, "I told you, just with us, we could sweep through Kyushu. God knows what’s happening inside now."

At that moment, in the inn’s hall, Luo’er, Tangmo, and others were striving to rescue the injured soldiers. Fulajie’er had been sent to scout, so Luo’er picked up the magic wand to join the healing efforts.

After all, he is a half-blood of the Elf Race. Although he suffered a dip in power due to magic power erosion, he could still perform basic resurrection magic.

However, their help was very limited, as resurrection magic only slowed the injuries and stopped the bleeding. Those hit by bullets or arrows still required surgery to remove the foreign objects, for which they currently lacked the conditions.

Luo’er’s actions not only surprised Xing Hu and Qingtang but also amazed many soldiers. They never expected that the legendary untouchable saint would humble himself to treat them.

What impressed them even more was probably Luo’er’s elf-like appearance.

Luo’er, being a Wood Elf half-blood, inherited almost completely his mother’s traits. His rare beauty that charms both men and women was the first impression most people had when they met him.

Unintentionally cultivated by the advance team, Luo’er’s saintly image had become one with principles but an unpredictable temper. He shows respect to the humble, yet can burst into anger suddenly.

So when these soldiers saw Luo’er disregarding the blood stains while sincerely treating them, everyone felt immense honor.

In front of everyone, Ming He knelt directly in front of Luo’er and kowtowed while crying: "We vowed to die under orders. The saint didn’t disdain us and graciously humbled himself, using his sacred body to comfort the fallen. We have nothing to repay such immense grace, except to fight to protect the saint until the death. If not, even if divided, it would fail to repay his kindness."

Facing Ming He’s heartfelt statement, Luo’er showed little expression, merely saying blandly, "It’s the duty, no need to be courteous."

While they were speaking, screams continued coming from outside, and the fire’s light from the explosion instantly illuminated the inn. Those soldiers exchanged glances, all feeling deeply uneasy, not knowing what kind of miracles Hu Daoke and Cheng Ziang were performing outside.

Luo’er was undoubtedly aware, as he had predicted Cheng Ziang would take this step from the moment he issued orders.

However, he had nothing much to say about it, considering that although he was revered as a saint. In truth, he was neither holy nor a believer but the captain of the advance team in the Otherworld.

Thus, for Luo’er, the safety of his team was more important than pursuing righteousness. He never spared the enemy’s life, especially those threatening him and his team.

The innkeeper and staff hiding in the room were pulled out to tend to the wounded and clean the environment. After roughly ten minutes, the commotion outside the inn gradually quieted. Another ten minutes later, it fell silent, with only the sound of flames burning.

"Are they all dead?" Hu Daoke got up from the ground, touching his cold belly and asking.

"I don’t know, Liseya seems still patrolling, but probably no survivors," Cheng Ziang shook his head and said.

"Should we still guard?" Hu Daoke looked at him and asked.

"You continue guarding; I’ll go inside to take a look," Cheng Ziang said as he stood up and headed towards the inn.

Actually, according to Cheng Ziang’s plan, they should have all boarded the carriage under Liseya’s cover and left the inn with Fulajie’er responsible for protecting the carriage.

However, the addition of Ming He’s twenty-some severely injured soldiers made him change his mind, deciding to hold his ground.

Though knowing lives in Kyushu were cheap, he couldn’t just abandon those protecting him and leave alone. Moreover, he guessed even if he could do it, Luo’er probably wouldn’t leave.

After all, the advance team was established by a modern civilized country. Even if stained by the mud, it could never see life as insignificant nor align with the feudal and exploitative class.

Feng and Baiyue also joined the rescue effort, yet even with resurrection magic support, five soldiers critically wounded died, causing Ming He deep grief.

They struggled till dawn began, Liseya was nowhere to be seen, and Cheng Ziang, along with Hu Daoke, crossed the inn’s gate and arrived at the outer perimeter of the previous night’s battle.

Just stepping out of the inn’s gate, they were shocked by the scene before them, hundreds of meters sprawled with fallen corpses. The distant forest was still ablaze, and the air was filled with the acrid scent of protein burning, which they clearly understood its implications.

In fact, the moment Ming He led people back inside the inn, Cheng Ziang roughly estimated the scale of the attackers outside.

Over a hundred were reduced to just twenty-something remaining, one could imagine the attackers’ numbers.

Liseya’s methods were indeed formidable, truly worthy of a thousand-year-old demon. They looked at the scene as far as the eye could see, and nearly everywhere lay bodies. Upon closer calculation, the attackers numbered more than 500, qualified as a small skirmish.

The deceased included cultivators, ignited internally by Liseya’s magic, burning from the inside out. When Cheng Ziang and his team found them, only blackened bones remained, looking particularly eerie.

"My heavens, don’t let your ancestral spirit come out next time unless necessary," Hu Daoke took a deep breath and remarked emotionally.

"You think I want this? I’ve always been restraining her," Cheng Ziang said, covering his mouth and nose.

Hu Daoke felt underfoot, encountering something. He bent down to pick it up. It was a flintlock gun, exquisitely crafted.

"Holy moly, a flintlock gun, complete with a stock. Are they using West Outer Heaven weapons in Kyushu now?" Hu Daoke observed it and murmured.

"Probably not West Outer Heaven’s technology," Cheng Ziang nonchalantly took the flintlock gun from Hu Daoke’s hand. After examining it, he proposed.

"How do you know?" Hu Daoke asked discontentedly.

"Don’t forget what steel West Outer Heaven uses for their firearms," Cheng Ziang said, flipping the gun, "Also, West Outer Heaven’s flintlock guns have inscriptions both on the stock and barrel, while this one doesn’t."

"So you’re saying it’s a Kyushu self-made?" Hu Daoke asked.

"It could be produced in West Outer Heaven but sold to Kyushu by merchants," Cheng Ziang thought for a moment and replied.

"Curious, this world valuing martial prowess now employs firearms for sneak attacks. Times have changed!" Hu Daoke joked.

"Regardless, this signifies the upgrade and innovation in weaponry," Cheng Ziang shook his head, frowning and saying, "Cultivators can still maintain an advantage, but non-cultivators can achieve power equal to or even surpassing them through such unorthodox means."

"Don’t recall encountering this situation before," Hu Daoke said.

"Seems these matters are linked to the Wen Family," Cheng Ziang nodded and replied.

"You mean the Wen Family sent people to attack us, those folks inside?" Hu Daoke said, visibly affected.

"Stay calm," Cheng Ziang waved his hand and said, "I mean the Wen Family permitted, maybe even encouraged firearms into Kyushu, allowing the common folk to find more powerful weapons."

Looking at the corpses on the ground, he continued, "Seems most of these were riffraff mercenaries mixing in the martial world, and a flintlock gun with a bayonet is a divine weapon for them."

"Why do I feel I can’t understand?" Hu Daoke scratched his head and asked.

"Simply put," Cheng Ziang tossed the gun to the ground, clapping his hands and said, "These folks must be mercenaries working for money. How could the Wu Family dare send their cultivator army to invade the Wen Family-controlled Yin State? They wouldn’t risk sparking a war."