Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!-Chapter 337 - 237: The Destruction of Japan’s 1st Airborne Regiment (Two Updates of Ten Thousand Words, Seeking Monthly Pass)_2

Chapter 337: Chapter 237: The Destruction of Japan’s 1st Airborne Regiment (Two Updates of Ten Thousand Words, Seeking Monthly Pass)_2

The sky resonated with the humming sound of spinning propellers as multiple armed helicopters shook their rocket launch nests incessantly, releasing intense bursts of aerial rockets that exploded, creating a sea of fire hundreds of meters long, instantly reducing the Papermen to flying ashes.

“These Papermen are afraid of fire, attack with fire.”

An officer had discovered the weakness of the Papermen and decisively used the radio to instruct the soldiers to switch their weapons.

Flame throwers came into play, their long tongues of fire engulfing the Papermen in flames, and soldiers threw White Phosphorus Hand Grenades, igniting and searing their bodies as the ghastly white phosphorus continuously burned through them.

As more and more heavy firepower was deployed and their weakness exploited, it took less than ten minutes for the last Paperman to be shattered by a Rocket Launcher.

The scene was in disarray, merely a wave of Papermen’s assault. Even though the Japanese Soldiers had ultimately eliminated the Papermen, they suffered immense casualties because of the terror of the Papermen’s infectious capabilities. The bombardments were relentlessly executed regardless of any collateral damage, leaving many Japanese Soldiers to die by friendly fire.

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“These weapons, quite interesting.”

Inside the flower sedan chair, Han Ruyan lifted the sedan curtain and watched the smoke-laden battlefield, showing no sign of remorse over the extinction of the Papermen.

That was just a trivial ability of hers, modified toys through the Heavenly Ghost Map. If desired, she could summon more at any time.

“This celebration, a send-off for themselves, huh!”

Hearing the cheers of the Japanese Soldiers, Han Ruyan initially did not want to act personally. However, her husband specifically instructed her to annihilate this group of Japanese Soldiers, not letting a single one escape-which is why she had arrived here in person.

Glancing at the armed helicopters flying low hundreds of meters in the sky, Han Ruyan raised her left hand, making a grasping gesture.

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Up in the sky, within the cockpits of the helicopters, a terrifying scene unfolded.

All of the helicopter pilots, without exception, had their clothes transformed into red Wedding Dresses.

The Wedding Dresses, as if embedded into their flesh, constantly absorbed their blood and life, tightening ever more until it turned them into dried corpses in the blink of an eye.

With the pilots unable to control them, the flying armed helicopters naturally could no longer sustain flight.

A group of Japanese Soldiers were startled by the fierce winds overhead, panicking into a sprint.

Yet an armed helicopter wobbled towards the ground, its high-speed spinning propellers like mowing razors, flew in their direction, instantly claiming the lives of seven or eight Japanese Soldiers who did not escape the area, cleaving them at the waist.

Dozens of helicopters either crashed into the earth or collided between high-rise buildings; none were spared. The resulting explosion shrapnel also killed and injured many Japanese ground paratroopers.

The Japanese Soldiers who had just considered themselves victors over the Fierce Ghost were dumbfounded, realizing that the situation was far from over.

“The rest is up to you.”

Han Ruyan turned and walked back to the flower sedan chair, the remaining Japanese forces no longer requiring her personal intervention without those helicopters.

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Beside the flower sedan chair where Han Ruyan was located, one Fierce Ghost after another looked in the direction of the Japanese Soldiers and slowly began to step forward, commencing the clean-up.

The Japanese Soldiers near the Lingyuan Building soon discovered that Fierce Ghosts, even more terrifying than the Papermen, had appeared.

In the sky, red Lantern Ghosts floated mysteriously.

The big red lanterns radiated festivity, the character for “wedding” clearly visible on them.

A Japanese Soldier walked beneath a lantern, his body suddenly freezing, his flesh transforming into wax.

HIs comrades, oblivious, only realized when they accidentally bumped into him, causing his entire body to melt into a puddle on the ground.

Other soldiers’ necks suddenly opened with a line of blood when they looked up at the lanterns. With a stupefied expression, their heads detached from their necks, floating leisurely towards the Lantern Ghost, turning into a new human head lantern, while their headless bodies toppled dramatically after a quiver.

The sight was staggering. Curiosity led many Japanese Soldiers to look up, resulting in several hundred human head lanterns appearing in mid-air.

Even those inside tanks and armored vehicles, who through periscopes gazed at the lanterns overhead, had their heads similarly transformed into head lanterns.

Stuck inside the cramped tank cabins, these head lanterns bounced about wildly, terrifying the other crew members to a pallid fright.

“Don’t look up, don’t look up, or your head will fly.”

The remaining Japanese Soldiers finally understood, shouting in utter terror, their faces deathly pale.

“For a wedding feast under ten thousand lights, open any door and see the bridal sight.”

A towering figure, carrying a red lantern, emerged leisurely in front of the Japan Self Defense Force, his steps neither hurried nor slow, as if leisurely strolling, slowly advancing towards the Japanese position.

The fear among the Japanese Soldiers reached its peak; all sorts of arms, light and heavy, covered the Lantern Ghost immediately.

In the intense explosions and fiery blazes, the Lantern Ghost disappeared, leaving only a red lantern rocking and rising into the sky, mingling with the other lanterns.

These red lanterns continuously dipped and rose, ensnaring any neck that came into their path, harvesting the heads.

The Japanese Soldiers tried to resist, but even if bullets could knock down a lantern, they did nothing to stop it.

With an overwhelming number of lanterns, only the flame throwers could slightly restrict them, but they still could not stop the Lantern Ghost’s massacre, almost every second a Japanese Soldier’s head was harvested.

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