Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!-Chapter 338 - 237: The Destruction of Japan’s 1st Airborne Regiment (Two Updates of Ten Thousand Words, Seeking Monthly Pass)_3

Chapter 338: Chapter 237: The Destruction of Japan’s 1st Airborne Regiment (Two Updates of Ten Thousand Words, Seeking Monthly Pass)_3

The Japanese paratroopers who had not been broken by the Paperman could no longer contain the fear in their hearts at this moment, ignoring the reprimands of their officers, as one after another, soldiers abandoned their positions and turned to run towards the rear.

“No, no, no, we simply can’t win, we will die if we stay here, we will surely die!”

A Japanese soldier, his eyes filled with terror, had even discarded his rifle, only caring to cover his head and rush towards the rear, abandoning his comrades who were still holding the line.

In the glass curtain wall on the street, a woman in a white dress, with a graceful figure, appeared on the glass, her gaze hauntingly fixed on the fleeing Japanese Soldier.

As if sensing this gaze, the Japanese soldier subconsciously turned his head toward the glass curtain wall, and then his eyes met those of the woman in the white dress.

“Ghost…”

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A chill ran from the soles of the Japanese soldier’s feet to his forehead, and his legs started to tremble uncontrollably, gripped by an inexplicable fear.

The woman in the white dress seemed very normal, yet the fear she brought was no less than that of the red lanterns.

The body of the woman in the white dress eerily penetrated through the glass, transitioning from two-dimensional to three-dimensional. Her steps appeared slow, yet were frighteningly quick, and with a single step, she covered dozens of meters, half a step and she was right in front of the Japanese Soldier.

“Haha, I don’t believe it, I don’t believe you can kill me.”

The Japanese soldier had been scared out of his wits, his eyes full of madness as he raised his fist to smash at the woman in the white dress.

His fist was as if it struck the air, passing directly through the body of the woman in the white dress.

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At that moment, the body of the woman in the white dress turned semi-transparent, like a mirror, and the Japanese soldier’s arm extended directly into her body, as if falling into a mirror.

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And in the mirror, one after another, women in white dresses with the same figure and face, grabbed his arm, slowly dragging him into the mirror.

The Japanese soldier wanted to struggle, but he couldn’t resist that force.

The other fleeing Japanese soldiers who saw this scene felt their scalps explode. Some fired their guns wildly at the woman in the white dress, shattering her body like a mirror.

Thump, thump, thump!

Knocking sounds came from the side. This group of fleeing Japanese soldiers turned their heads and saw, in the glass of a shop nearby, the Japanese soldier they had seen earlier was in the glass. It was as if he was trapped inside, his face full of pleading and crying as he knocked on the glass, trying to escape from that world.

A group of soldiers swallowed hard. Inside the glass curtain wall, new women in white dresses appeared one after another, still and quiet, walking from the glass into reality.

Bang!

Some soldiers chose to open fire directly, afraid that the ghost in the white dress would come into reality and drag them into the Mirror World as well.

The glass curtain wall shattered with a crash; before these Japanese soldiers could breathe a sigh of relief, the sound of more and more footsteps arose.

The figures of the Painting Woman appeared in those smashed glass shards. Nearby skyscrapers, those towering buildings hundreds of meters high, all used glass curtain walls as exterior walls. Now, the figure of the Painting Woman appeared on each of these glass facades.

Ten, a hundred, a thousand Painting Women continuously appeared in reality, capturing all the Japanese soldiers they saw and pulling them into the Mirror World.

The soldiers of Japan’s 1st Airborne Regiment despaired, with Lantern Ghosts ahead and Painting Women behind, these two extremely terrifying ghosts had nearly blocked all their escape routes.

These paratroopers completely collapsed, no one dared resist anymore, only thinking about escaping, escaping this terrible ghost hunting ground.

But it wasn’t just the Lantern Ghost and the Painting Woman, these two fifth-grade fierce ghosts that had been deployed, many lower-grade ghosts also joined in.

In the alleyways, there were female ghosts with disheveled hair, eyes flickering like ghostly flames, arms sticking to the walls like spiders, emitting a cold aura all over, their eyes filled with spite, staring out of the darkness, inducing bone-chilling terror.

She lay in ambush like a spider, quietly hiding in the alley, waiting for prey to come her way.

When panicked Japanese soldiers ran into the alleys and bumped into this female ghost, they would be dragged into pitch-black houses. Accompanied by the sound of chewing and screaming that was unlike any human voice, bodies were brutally dismembered.

There was a Butcher Ghost holding a huge bone-chopping knife, his body fat and flabby, with excess flesh hanging on his over two-meter-tall frame.

This Butcher Ghost had set up a cauldron of oil, sharpening the blood-shiny bone-chopping knife while leading a few dogs that were as robust as lions.

Upon seeing Japanese soldiers, he would take the initiative to attack, unleashing the ferocious dogs to chase, capture, and tear the soldiers apart. Once the dogs brought the prey back, he would use the bone-chopping knife to slice the bodies in half.

There were also hanging ghosts swaying inside houses. Many Japanese soldiers tried to enter buildings to hide, only to smell the strong stench of rot.

Then their necks would be entwined by hemp rope, their bodies hung from the ceiling, keeping company with a hanging ghost.

Some Japanese soldiers tried to kneel and beg for mercy, but ghosts were not human, they were not swayed by emotions. Facing these begging soldiers, ghosts would only use their methods to absorb the fear, leaving behind only corpses after they departed.

Ghost after ghost indulged in a killing spree at the Lingyuan Building; since entering Blue Star, their suppressed desire to kill was completely unleashed at this moment. Corpses were strewn everywhere, the area filled with the wails and cries of Japanese soldiers.

If this 1st Airborne Regiment of Japan had dared to bravely resist, relying on various heavy weapons, perhaps they could have taken down some low-grade ghosts, but those who ran, in the face of ghosts, these inhuman terrifying beings, without mutual cooperation, were as fragile as insects, perishing miserably under the brutality of the ghosts.

This slaughter did not last very long, less than ten minutes. Soon, the entire area around Lingyuan Building fell silent, and all one thousand five hundred elite paratroopers of Japan had become sustenance for fear.

On the rooftop, the Ghost Bride, having consumed a great deal of Fear Energy, allowed the night breeze to sway the hem of her skirt. The blood-red Wedding Dress on her body grew increasingly vivid.