novelraw Chapter 364: Familiar Forbidden Power
Chapter 364: Familiar Forbidden Power
Alexander had never seriously used a handgun in his life. Even with his control ability far surpassing that of ordinary people, it was impossible for him to become a sharpshooter right away.
Initially, Alexander didn’t really care. After all, he once possessed the strength of a Ghost Emperor. Even without Ghost Energy or cultivation, his eyesight and control abilities were beyond comparison with ordinary people.
In other words, whatever Alexander did now, he was equivalent to an unrivaled genius. Even if he missed his first few shots, as long as he got used to the firearm in his hands, he could quickly achieve perfect accuracy. At worst, he could just excuse it by saying he had just woken up and was still groggy.
However, Alexander hadn’t expected his first shot to actually hit, although it wasn’t the beetle he had aimed at. Not only did he hit a beetle by chance, but he also managed to take down two with one shot.
But this wasn’t necessarily a good thing! Before, Alexander could have practiced shooting freely and made excuses if discovered, as anyone could be groggy after waking up. Even Kalin couldn’t fault him for that. After a few practices and achieving perfect accuracy, no one would question him again.
But now, having become regarded as a sharpshooter in everyone’s eyes, missing several shots in a row would be incredibly embarrassing.
Alexander stopped shooting and glanced around at the others. Fortunately, the intensity of the bug swarm soon drew everyone’s attention back to shooting, and Alexander confidently pulled the trigger again. As expected, this time he missed the target, and the bullet flew past the beetle without the luck of hitting another one.
The platform wasn’t large, and others naturally heard Alexander’s gunshot. They looked over just in time to see the beetle Alexander had aimed at, covered in white spots from consuming too much Mist, sliding off the white net.
"Sofia gave a thumbs up, exclaiming, "Master is indeed a sharpshooter!" But as more and more beetles rushed over, she couldn’t focus on anything else, quickly returning to her shooting after her compliment.
Alexander’s luck was truly unparalleled!
Alexander continued to aim at another beetle and fired again, but the bullet whizzed past the beetle’s body.
This time, the beetle did not fall to the ground, and fortunately, everyone’s attention was elsewhere. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Alexander continued to shoot.
His fourth shot also missed, but Alexander was beginning to get the hang of it, a smile creeping onto his face.
The fifth shot finally hit, breaking a beetle’s leg.
The sixth shot successfully pierced through a beetle’s head.
The seventh shot penetrated a flying beetle.
With the eighth shot, he managed to pierce two beetles at once, causing them to fall to the ground.
More and more beetles surged up, but fortunately, the soldiers from the base behind him also rushed onto the city walls. Hundreds of people on each wall, armed with guns, barely managed to ensure that most beetles landing on the white net were instantly killed. However, as time passed, the pressure on everyone increased.
The number of these beetles was terrifying. Soon, due to delayed kills, more beetles accumulated on the white net, causing the white mist to gradually thin.
Once these beetles broke through the net, it would be a disaster. Although the soldiers’ short knives had been specially modified to easily kill these beetles, the small size of the beetles made it very difficult for ordinary soldiers to hit them.
"Damn, why are there so many beetles this time! Could it be another major beetles surge?" someone exclaimed.
A major beetles surge! Hearing these words, the faces of the soldiers changed dramatically.
Beetles surges varied in intensity. In a normal surge, the numbers and duration were limited, and they would typically retreat after significant casualties.
But a major bug surge would involve several times, even ten times the number of bugs, and their attacks would only become more ferocious. If they broke through the first line of defense, many soldiers would be injured or killed.
After a year of resistance and continuously retreating, their base was now one of the last ten defending the final stronghold of humanity. That place was the last hope for mankind! If they were to face another major beetles surge, it wouldn’t just be about holding their ground; they might not even have the chance to retreat to the stronghold.
A sense of despair spread among the crowd, even affecting the frequency of gunfire, which became sporadic.
"Don’t slow down the shooting, even if it’s a major beetles surge, we must hold our ground! Behind us is the stronghold with three hundred thousand survivors, the last hope of humanity.
If you don’t want our species to be completely wiped out, then fight to the death to hold this line!" shouted a man dressed as an officer. He was Atos, the commander of the camp.
When a race faces extinction, it is often during these moments that they become the most fearless and desperate. It’s an instinctual limitation of the survival of an entire race.
The continuous sound of gunfire erupted once again, and everyone aimed with determination, firing bullets one after another.
Due to the overwhelming number of beetles charging in, everyone instinctively increased their firing rate. Alexander was no exception.
His shooting speed continued to increase, and gradually, the gunshots in his hands merged into a continuous stream. One by one, beetles were knocked down, drawing the attention of numerous onlookers.
Kalin, on the other hand, had completely lost his comparative mindset. What was there left to compare? If it were just a while ago, he could have criticized Alexander for being too slow in shooting. Even if his aim was precise, he wouldn’t have been able to kill many beetles.
But now, the gun in Alexander’s hands had essentially become a submachine gun, maintaining its accuracy and virtually single-handedly bearing most of the pressure on the wall.
These modified guns were indeed capable of functioning as submachine guns, and they could fire for a long time without worrying about running out of bullets. Even if the energy ran out, inserting a beetle’s corpse into the gun would allow it to continue firing.
However, being able to function as a submachine gun didn’t mean it could continuously fire. After all, not everyone possessed Alexander’s level of control. If the wire net was damaged, it could be a real problem.
Even though Kalin had confidence in his marksmanship, he only dared to shoot one bullet at a time. There was no comparison to be made!
Because of Alexander’s presence, many people found inspiration. However, with so many soldiers firing and the increasing pressure from the beetles breaking through the firepower blockade, some accidentally broke the wire net. The already rapidly diminishing mist became even thinner, and there was even a gap where the white mist could no longer solidify, allowing beetles to emerge from it.
"Attack!" Atos shouted, drawing the short knife from his waist and charging toward the oncoming beetles. Ghost Energy surged around him, reaching the level of a Prince.
"The Commander is taking action!" The soldiers around him immediately became excited.
"That’s great, the Commander is an Awakener! Everyone, focus your fire and don’t add any pressure to the Commander!"
As they attacked and cheered, Alexander also noticed this scene, and his heart couldn’t help but stir.
In this world, there were people who could possess Ghost Energy! Wouldn’t that mean he could too?
From the fact that only the Commander had Ghost Energy here, it seemed not everyone had the ability to absorb Ghost Energy. But Alexander could!
Even though he didn’t have Atos’s physique and no longer had the Ghost Chef talent, he still had something else that could guarantee his ability to absorb Ghost Energy. Something from the real world, the Ghost Nerve!
With these thoughts in mind, he naturally had to try it immediately. There was no presence of Ghost Energy in his body, but that didn’t matter. He could easily replace it with something else, like forbidden energy.
While his fingers continued to pull the trigger, his brain was multitasking. In the midst of the intense battle, no one noticed that a faint aura of forbidden energy quickly entered Alexander’s body, brushing against his back.
Even in this realm, the feeling of forbidden energy was still incredibly familiar to Alexander. Under his conscious control, he quickly visualized a six-pointed star pattern over his chest.