Lord of Prayer - Chapter 139 - 112: I’m Your Daddy
Chapter 139: Chapter 112: I’m Your Daddy
BOOM!
The grenade exploded mid-air. A fireball bloomed as flesh and blood flew everywhere. Sharp shrapnel shot out in all directions, piercing one Corrupter after another. Amidst the continuous roar of gunfire, the ground was soon piled high with Corrupter corpses.
’Just a school of small fry.’
Zhou Chen pulled the pin and threw his last grenade, blasting the remaining five Corrupters to smithereens. He looked toward the ever-expanding Shadow Demon Pool, reached a hand back, and caught the Megaphone that fell out of his Alchemy Backpack.
Inside his Battle Armor, he used Alchemy to conjure a small piece of metal. He used it to lift the Soul-Shocking Copper Whistle hanging from his neck to his lips. With one hand, he turned the Megaphone’s volume to maximum and held it in front of him, then took a deep breath and blew the Copper Whistle with all his might.
“SHREEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!”
A sharp tone that could make one’s very Soul tremble, a tangible shockwave of sound, surged out from the Megaphone. The ground split open, kicking up dust. All the glass in the vicinity shattered, and the delicate branches and leaves of the surrounding plants were pulverized into dust.
The Shadow Demon Pool boiled violently and receded. The Gentleman, who had been cruising within it looking for a chance to strike, felt his vision go black. It was as if countless Thunderbolts were detonating in his mind, or a thousand Harpies were screaming in his ears. The force of the blast ejected him from the Shadow Demon Pool, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood.
In a battle between Ascenders, getting the first strike is crucial!
Especially for someone as lavishly equipped as Zhou Chen. If he got the first strike, with a bit of luck, he could even combo his opponent to death.
Seeing the Gentleman appear, Zhou Chen raised his gun and fired. Alchemy Enchanted Bullets, wreathed in the pale Soul-Burning Flame, rained down on the Gentleman’s body. They kicked up sprays of blood and puffs of acrid smoke, incidentally putting a few new holes in his head.
The Gentleman forced himself into a Phantom State. His form became ethereal and dim as he once again hid inside the Shadow Demon Pool.
The Soul-Shocking Copper Whistle had one advantage: it didn’t require any Essence to use. As long as you blew hard, its Ability would activate. The Megaphone, on the other hand, needed to be charged—and Zhou Chen had fully charged it before the operation.
In other words, he could just keep blowing and blowing. He might even be able to blow the Gentleman to death.
’A suona would be even more fitting for the occasion…’ The thought flashed through Zhou Chen’s mind as he blew the Copper Whistle again.
Billowing soundwaves swept out, blasting the Gentleman out of the Shadow Demon Pool. He crashed to the ground in a sorry state.
The whistle’s Power, amplified several times over by the Megaphone, was something even he could only endure head-on. A phantom ringing filled his ears, as if two sharp daggers had been thrust through his ears into his brain and were being viciously twisted.
In his desperation, the Gentleman pulled a black onyx-like gem from his coat and crushed it.
Just as Zhou Chen was about to pull the trigger, he felt a sharp pain in his chest as his heart suddenly stopped beating. At the same time, the Gentleman’s heart also stopped, but for a High Level Corrupter, the heart was hardly a vital organ.
His figure sank into the Shadow Demon Pool. A moment later, a Magic Wand emerged from the shadow of some nearby rubble. At the same time, the Battle Armor’s external speakers began to play a chorus of boos.
“Garbage, get off the stage! What kind of act was that?”
“That was trash! This magic trick isn’t professional at all! I want a refund!”
“Fuck you, gimme my money back!”
“Garbage, garbage, garbage…”
“You suck! How can you suck this bad? This guy really sucks.”
Amidst the jeers, catcalls, and boos, the Magic Wand tapped on Zhou Chen’s Battle Armor, but the Ability the Gentleman had expected did not activate.
The Magic Wand, as if impotent and listless, had completely lost all its Extraordinary Power, temporarily turning into an ordinary walking stick.
Inside the Battle Armor, after a strong electrical shock, Zhou Chen’s heart resumed beating. He spun around, grabbed the Magic Wand, and held it tight. The Battle Armor’s arm ramped up to maximum power, and he yanked with all his might, making a wish in his heart—
’I wish for the Gentleman’s hand to slip!’
From within the shadows, the Gentleman felt an immense pulling force from the other end of the Magic Wand. He was about to yank the Magic Wand back, but his hand suddenly slipped, and the Magic Wand was pulled right out of his grasp.
His eyes widened, unable to believe he would make such a rookie mistake at such a critical moment!
The next second, Zhou Chen activated his Holy Emblem. A divine light burst from his chest, forming a five-meter-diameter sphere of light right where he stood. It burned with illusory golden flames, and all evil forces within its range would be subjected to holy Purification.
The light flared brilliantly. All the Corrupter corpses within range turned to black ash. From within the shadows, the Gentleman let out a miserable scream, forced out of his form by the light.
Zhou Chen raised the Megaphone and once again blew the Soul-Shocking Copper Whistle. Layer upon layer of soundwaves sent the Gentleman flying.
As if slashed by ten thousand blades, the Gentleman’s clothes were torn to shreds. His body was covered in fine cuts that oozed blood. Taking the impact of such a powerful soundwave at such close range, his internal organs were undoubtedly severely damaged.
The Gentleman rolled to the ground, roaring in pain. Something seemed to awaken within his broken body as a vicious Darkness flowed out. His frame began to elongate and swell.
Once the human disguise was completely torn away, what was revealed was the mutated and twisted essence of a Corrupter.
A tall, slender, two-meter-high black figure climbed up from the ground. It tore off the tattered human skin from its body, revealing a frame as dark as night, like a three-dimensional shadow. On its pitch-black face, identical to the Gentleman’s, was a heart-stopping ferocity and killing intent.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. You have a Second Stage, too?”
Zhou Chen sighed helplessly. “Can’t you just let me slaughter you in peace? That way, everyone can be happy.”
