Ashen Dragon-Chapter 575 - 34 Ambush

The demon opened its gaping maw like a beast, a putrid mixture of viscous mucus and blood dripping from the corners of its mouth.

The Massacre Demon, surrounded by Dragon Scale Cultivators rushing in from all directions, let out a roar, its throat spasming and emitting a sound reminiscent of metal scraping together.

"Ignorant mortals!

You’ll soon realize—the kind of entity you are making an enemy of!"

Chaos Fog enshrouded the Massacre Demon, chaotic and disorderly mutterings escaping the air holes in its massive demon neck.

Those voices, like swarms of insects that infiltrate everything, burrowed into people’s minds, corrupting their souls.

Such were words of desecration!

"No—"

"Cover your ears! Those sounds again!"

"By Cassius, this is utter profanation! It, it’s creating something in my mind!"

Suddenly, the battlefield descended into chaos, the Imperial Soldiers clutching their ears in agony, tightly shutting their eyes, even beginning to thrash about on the ground.

The demons took the opportunity to attack in a frenzy, excitedly screaming as they bit and clawed at the bodies of the Imperial Soldiers, tearing their flesh apart.

For mortals, the demon’s words of desecration could evoke deepest fears and even corrupt their souls.

But Vitas was no ordinary mortal—the Mechanical God Cult’s Genist had taken advantage of dragonkin genetics to create "Lehman’s Ear", enhancing auditory perception, enabling Dragon Scale Cultivators to consciously enhance or filter specific background noise.

Additionally, their bond with the Ashen Emperor also endowed them with souls as formidable and resilient as those of giant dragons, sufficient to resist the erosion from words of desecration.

Facing the demon’s roaring, the Steel Torrent was undaunted, laughing audaciously as he countered with Tiangang Path, "Big bug, do you know who you’re facing!

Before you stands a group of Vegita Dragon Scale Cultivators!"

"Hum—"

The Chainsaw Sword spun at high speed, buzzing loudly as several Dragon Scale Cultivators approached the Massacre Demon from behind, attempting a sneak attack.

"Laughable!"

The Massacre Demon suddenly turned around, its deadly, blade-like limbs sweeping violently.

"Clang—"

A sound of metal striking metal rang out, but this time, the scene of guts spilling didn’t happen. It failed to penetrate the dark-red external armor, merely knocking those Dragon Scale Cultivators away.

"What?"

"Dragon Scale Cultivators, attack!"

The Steel Torrent lifted the Blast Rifle, aimed at the ghastly, massive head, and as he pulled the trigger firmly, he bellowed, "Take its head as a tribute to His Majesty!"

"Boom!"

A loud explosion erupted in mid-air, a scorching mushroom cloud burst from the barrel, followed by bullets engraved with runes hurtling towards the Massacre Demon.

"What is that?"

The beast-like instincts of the Massacre Demon sensed the danger, slightly tilting its head and blocking with the hard shell on its arms.

"Bang!"

It was an armor-piercing bullet!

The tip of the bullet, in a spiral form, drilled into the shell, then the outer shell peeled away, and the high-speed core continued to hammer and plunge deeper.

A larger explosion then drove ultrahard metal shards deep into the breach, causing the Massacre Demon’s surface to burst with blood and flames.

"Roar—"

The Massacre Demon cried out in pain and couldn’t help but rear its head, letting out a mournful howl as its arm with the gruesome wound flailed in mid-air.

"You mere weak humans, how could you possibly hurt me!"

This self-proclaimed Hunter demon, infuriated, leapt like a ghostly spectre, its massive claw swinging down from the sky.

"Boom!"

Several deep cracks appeared on the ground, but Steel Torrent rolled several times, already appearing several meters away, which allowed the Dragon Scale Cultivators their extraordinary neural reflex ability.

Steel Torrent even took the opportunity to pick up the Blast Arrow Rifle, aiming once more for the Massacre Demon’s head, attempting to deal a fatal blow.

"Bang!"

But a thick tail fiercely stabbed down from the sky, deeply embedding into the ground, causing stones to scatter almost piercing Steel Torrent’s neck.

But Steel Torrent once again dodged by shifting his position, unfortunately, when the tail was suddenly pulled from the ground, its barbs hooked the Blast Arrow Rifle right out of Steel Torrent’s hands.

Following that, the demon’s massive claw brutally stepped on the rifle, crushing it to pieces.

Steel Torrent reached out a hand, his face full of distress:

"No—"

"That’s a special trial version supplied by the Department of Technology! There’s only one like it in the entire Empire!"

Steel Torrent let out a mournful cry, the pain on his face slowly turning into anger towards the demon, he pulled out his Chainsaw Sword, his eyes reddening.

"Damn it, you big bug, that was my new gun!

I only fired three bullets—"

Steel Torrent lifted his Chainsaw Sword and leaped into the air, his modified muscular arm bulging with veins, he put all his weight down, slashing fiercely at the huge tail.

"Cling—"

Again, the crisp sound of metal colliding, the high-speed Chainsaw Sword actually tore through the tail’s armor and cut into the hard bone, severing it completely.

The barbed end of the tail fell from the sky.

"Eat my Great Sword!"

Immediately after, the two Dragon Scale Cultivators seized the opportunity, swinging their Chainsaw Swords, viciously chopping at the Massacre Demon’s rear.

"Ow!"

"I will kill you all!"

In intense pain, the Massacre Demon finally fell into complete frenzy.

A blood-red light covered its enormous demonic body, muscles bulging massively, and dozens of compound eyes emitting a profound light.

That was Paralysis Perception!

A Class Magical Ability of the Massacre Demon.

As a top predator of The Abyss, just a gaze from its eyes could paralyze its prey, rendering them immobile.

However, Steel Torrent coolly warned, "Boss is about to use control! Get ready to protect yourselves."

"Watch its movements, it’s Pupil Skill!"

"Don’t be afraid, surround this big bug, later we’ll split the rewards, everyone gets a share!"

Protective glass covers engraved with protection runes immediately lowered over the helmets of the Dragon Scale Cultivators, blocking the Paralyzing Gaze.

They stood ready in tight formation, closing in from all directions, surrounding the fearsome Massacre Demon.

"Attack!"

"For the Ashen Empire!"

Steel Torrent raised his Chainsaw Sword, shouting loudly, with its tip aimed at the head of the Massacre Demon.

"For the Empire!"

"I can’t pretend anymore! For the Emperor!"

"Repent, demon, for today is your demise."

The Dragon Scale Cultivators screamed, rushing towards the Massacre Demon from all directions, like a pack of wolves surrounding a large prey.

The Genists of the Mechanical God Cult had implanted organs similar to the blood vessels of giant dragons into the Dragon Scale Cultivators, making their blood more efficient than that of normal humans and their muscle tissues many times stronger.

"Boom!"

The Massacre Demon roared, swinging its claws and striking at the enemies in front of it. The Dragon Scale Cultivators raised a dark red Giant Shield, struggling to block but eventually not backing down.

However, the Dragon Scale Cultivators on both sides had already wielded their Chainsaw Swords, coming into the Massacre Demon’s blind spots.

"Die, big bug!"

The rapidly spinning Chainsaw Sword sliced open the scales, creating ghastly and terrifying wounds from which purple-black pus bled.

"No—"

The Massacre Demon turned around, slashing with its blade-like limbs, leaving a white mark on the surface of the Dragon Scale Cultivators.

"Such high damage!"

"Damn, the durability of my external armor has decreased!"

But it was still to no avail. The Dragon Scale Cultivators employed a strategy of three-man groups, each occupying different positions around the Massacre Demon.

Whenever the Massacre Demon attacked one of the Dragon Scale Cultivators, the other players in the blind spots would seize the opportunity to slash at the demon.

Steel Torrent roared, "That’s right, keep up the rhythm! Bleed this guy out!"

Surrounded by the Dragon Scale Cultivators, the Massacre Demon was almost helpless.

The "human" exteriors of these creatures were comparable to giant dragons, their weapons more powerful than any claws or teeth.

These Dragon Scale Cultivators, nearly four meters tall, surrounded a terrifying Massacre Demon, over ten meters tall, with the advantage of their numbers on the battlefield.

At this moment, the Massacre Demon was covered in wounds, its massive body curling up like a small hill, seemingly about to give up.

A fight of desperation.

That was what almost everyone watching thought.

And Steel Torrent, growing confident, was determined to take revenge with his Blast Arrow Rifle.

Just then, a deep laughter sounded, like a whisper from The Abyss, echoing in everyone’s ears. The Massacre Demon lay on the ground, its body trembling violently as the Chaos Fog swirled around.

"Ha ha ha ha—"

"Unexpected, to find such... interesting things in the Prime Material Plane.

You make very good prey, worthy of witnessing my— the great Massacre Demon’s true form!"

Steel Torrent quickly retreated, shouting immediately, "Boss is entering the second phase! Get out of the way!"

"Damn, there’s a second phase? The game designers are really merciless!"

The players grumbled, but still followed Steel Torrent’s command, running out without looking back, creating distance.

Sure enough, the Chaos Fog suddenly expanded dozens of meters, enveloping all living beings within it.

In the fog, a tall, ferocious figure suddenly appeared, standing upon the earth.

As the smoke billowed away, the Massacre Demon howled to the sky, roaring again.

At this moment, its pair of compound eyes were filled with frenzied murderous intent, showing not a trace of reason, and behind the demon, four dark, feather-dropping flesh wings stretched out.

It flapped its meaty wings, and one after another, Abyssal Portals opened, spewing forth countless Vulture Devils from the cracks, their wings beating as they charged towards the Dragon Scale Cultivators.

"Roar—"

The Massacre Demon also flapped its meaty wings, charging towards the Dragon Scale Cultivators.

Where it passed, the ground was shrouded in a dim blood-colored light, the sky obscured by rolling Chaos Fog, and the giant demon galloped furiously.

"Hold on!"

"We will be done soon!"

Dragon Scale Cultivators hoisted up their Giant Shields, watching nervously as the demons approached, their blade-like appendages flailing around in midair.

"Boom!"

The giant claw of the Massacre Demon suddenly dropped, sending three Dragon Scale Cultivators flying and cracking the ground beyond recognition.

Steel Torrent roared, "Now is the time!"

Immediately, four Dragon Scale Cultivators took out their Chain Guns from their backs, aimed at the Massacre Demon above, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

Chains crisscrossed in mid-air, forming a large flaming net that fell from the sky, ensnaring the Massacre Demon and binding it to the ground.

"How—"

"Human, how dare you trap a hunter of the Abyss, I will kill you all, devour you!"

The Massacre Demon struggled violently within the net of chains, emitting furious roars.

"Keep the rope tight, we can’t let it escape!"

"All right! Hold steady!"

Steel Torrent shouted with arms raised.

He and several Dragon Scale Cultivators charged at the demon with their Chainsaw Swords.

The Massacre Demon continued to struggle, its ugly head shaking, almost flinging the chains along with the players.

But Steel Torrent and other Dragon Scale Cultivators, undeterred by the significant difference in size, faced the challenge head-on, aiming to create a Miracle.

Several Chainsaw Swords in the hands of the Dragon Scale Cultivators hacked towards the demon’s head.

"Clang—"

First, the sound of armor breaking, then the sound of flesh being sliced open, these special Chainsaw Swords easily cut through the scales.

Each Chainsaw Sword plunged into the head of the Massacre Demon, dark purple blood spraying from the wounds.

Meanwhile, the players around used every method at their disposal, showering the Massacre Demon’s body with bullets, arrows, Spells, and even grenades.

For a moment, explosions erupted across the demon’s massive body.

"How—"

"No, no—"

"I will come back, I will be reborn from the Blood Pools, and you will taste death!"

"Shush—"

Steel Torrent thrust his sword into the demon’s brow, the high-speed spinning Chainsaw Sword mashing up the brains inside.

"Take it down!"

He couldn’t help but mutter softly, "This boss talks way too much, but we finally took it down!"

"Boss"