SWDnovel Chapter 70 White Lotus Monster
Chapter 70 White Lotus Monster
Zhang Qiyuan, the chief clerk of the Treasury Department of the Ministry of Revenue, was an official whose wealth was astonishing.
His mansion, which used to be bustling with activity, was now deserted.
Just as the Imperial Guards from the Northern Garrison were about to kick down the door, Chang Yuan suddenly called out, "Stop!"
Because Commander Xiao Zexing had given prior instructions, and because of his performance in interrogating cultists, the Imperial Guards of the Northern Garrison Command had great faith in Chang Yuan.
Upon hearing his order, all the Imperial Guards retreated without hesitation.
Lu Linglong, who was traveling with Chang Yuan, became excited and leaned closer to ask, "Is there something wrong with this place?"
Chang Yuan took a deep breath: "Yes, sir, this family has a big problem; they should be able to ship a large quantity!"
"Prepare for battle!"
The clanging of metal clashing rang out as a revolver was cocked and a single rifle was pulled back, and the entire team exuded a chilling killing intent.
Inside the mansion's walls, Zhang Qiyuan, a junior official in the Ministry of Revenue, was dressed in ordinary clothes, his face filled with panic.
He had just received a secret report from a messenger from the sect informing him of unusual activity at court when the Embroidered Uniform Guards were already at his doorstep. They were moving so fast that he had no time to prepare anything, and even the messenger was trapped inside his house.
When he first discovered the anomaly, he still held onto a sliver of hope.
He relied on his extensive connections in the court, and even if someone investigated his door, they wouldn't easily take action against him.
But the messenger said, "Don't even think about it, it's the Embroidered Uniform Guard, the Embroidered Uniform Guard of the Northern Garrison."
Zhang Qiyuan instantly lost his composure, all hope gone: "Go to the cellar and get your weapons, real weapons!"
"Bring out those big guys too!!"
Qiu Yixin heard Zhang Qiyuan's words clearly and immediately repeated them to Chang Yuan.
Before Chang Yuan could even give the order, Lu Linglong jumped up: "Charge in!"
"Anyone who dares to resist will be killed without mercy!"
The young woman quickly pulled two revolvers from her waist; the left one was a dazzling, exquisite silver one, while the right one was a luxurious, imposing gold one—clearly products of the Forbidden City.
As she drew her gun, she propelled herself forward with her feet, leaping like a nimble deer onto the wall of Zhang Qiyuan's residence.
The moment she leaped onto the wall, Lu Linglong spotted Zhang Qiyuan. She shouted, "Zhang Qiyuan, as an official of the imperial court, instead of being loyal to the emperor and serving the country, you are colluding with a heretical cult. Do you know your crime?"
When Zhang Qiyuan saw Lu Linglong, his face turned deathly pale, and his legs went weak, causing him to stagger backward.
"How unlucky I am to have run into Miss Lu at my door!"
"Damn it, we're going to die either way, might as well fight!"
Zhang Qiyuan dropped his pretense, his demeanor suddenly changing drastically. His eyes bloodshot, he roared, "Vacuum Homeland, Eternal Mother!"
Upon hearing this slogan, the servants and guards in the courtyard, who were in a state of disarray, changed their demeanor drastically.
Their eyes were bloodshot, and their faces were contorted as they roared:
"Vacuum Homeland, Unborn Mother!"
"Vacuum Homeland, Unborn Mother!"
"Vacuum Homeland, Unborn Mother!"
After being shouted three times, these people began to swell, their muscles bursting through their clothes, their fingernails growing three inches long, and their hair falling out in clumps, soon turning them into shiny bald heads.
Upon witnessing this, the Imperial Guards shouted, "It's the White Lotus Sect! They're all White Lotus novices!"
When Chang Yuan and his elite cavalry rushed onto the wall and prepared for battle, Zhang Qiyuan's servants and guards not only became bald, but their bodies also underwent drastic mutations, making them look less human.
But the most dramatic mutation was in Zhang Qiyuan himself.
His big belly was gone, and his huge body had grown to eight feet (2.6 meters) tall, with muscles all over his body, as if he were a reincarnation of Vajra.
Without a second thought, Chang Yuan emptied his revolver.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The first two bullets hit Zhang Qiyuan's eye sockets, instantly robbing him of his sight, but the bullets failed to penetrate the optic nerve canal.
Zhang Qiyuan's mutated white lotus monster possessed a unique skull structure, which allowed him to trap Chang Yuan's bullet and preserve his brain.
The next four bullets hit the four guards squarely between the eyebrows, causing four brain flowers to bloom on the back of their heads.
At this moment, Lu Linglong finally reacted, raised her hand, and aimed to fire.
boom!boom!boom!boom!
When the two revolvers fired, they not only produced ballistics similar to tracer bullets, but when they hit Zhang Qiyuan, the silver bullets produced hexagonal frost, while the gold bullets bloomed into flowers of flame.
Chang Yuan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Those two exquisitely crafted revolvers were actually magical artifacts!
want to!
His eyes were immediately blasted out, followed by a barrage of ice and fire attacks. The monster Zhang Qiyuan could no longer maintain his composure, trembling all over and screaming incoherently:
"Why is it dark?"
"It hurts so much!"
"Ouch! That hurts so much!"
"Where have all the people gone? Kill them! Kill them! Kill them!!"
As Zhang Qiyuan roared, the cultists hidden in his mansion poured out in a frenzy, their figures surging, numbering in the dozens.
The cultists in the capital were richer than those in Henan Province, and their equipment was extremely sophisticated, including long swords, spears, crossbows, and muskets.
Furthermore, half of the elite cult members were clad in heavy iron armor.
Its dense and thick armor plates not only provide immunity to melee weapon damage but also weaken the power of percussion muskets, making it a veritable human tank.
Nowadays, if ordinary people in the Ming Dynasty get their hands on swords and spears, the government will absolutely turn a blind eye and won't take it seriously.
However, heavy crossbows, fire lances, and armor are captured on sight.
He was found to have smuggled ten heavy crossbows, five fire-capped muskets, and three sets of armor. If caught, he would be executed immediately without any room for negotiation.
This shows how much of a threat armor posed to the government.
But times have changed.
As muskets become more powerful, armor becomes less effective at reducing damage.
When the Ming army was fully equipped with muskets, even the most stubborn conservatives had to admit the reality and retain armor only in the cavalry units.
Because this information was not verified by large-scale warfare, it only circulated among the upper echelons of the Ming Empire and did not reach the grassroots and the common people.
The cult still believed in the power of armor and specially prepared twenty sets of infantry armor, as well as fanatical believers who had undergone special training and been infused with the power of the evil god.
These elite fanatics, clad in 60-pound armor, could still run, jump, and wield large weapons such as spiked clubs and spears.
The centurion who climbed the wall saw this scene and couldn't help but marvel: "These guys are really fierce. They would have been difficult to deal with thirty years ago, but things are different now."
Lu Linglong laughed heartily: "Yes, times have changed!"
"Brothers, fire!"
Her two revolvers fired simultaneously, shooting out golden and silver bullets that pierced through the cultists' armor, freezing them into blocks of ice or turning them into torches.
Chang Yuan, Gao Su, Han Ye, Li Hui, and Qiu Yixin raised their revolvers, and the battalion commanders drew their sidearms. Everyone unleashed a hail of ammunition at the cultists.
Their revolvers were standard issue weapons, not as powerful as Lu Linglong's; they could only penetrate one layer of armor.
However, the bullet will remain inside the cultist's body and continue to tumble before coming to a complete stop, making it a formidable weapon.
Chang Yuan, as always, focused on shooting between the eyebrows and eyes; one shot was enough to bring down a metal can.
The cultists must have prepared meticulously for an unknown period of time to have these twenty fanatical followers who could wear heavy armor, form ranks, and were unafraid of death.
The army had barely made its debut when it was decimated by a hail of bullets fired by a mere six Imperial Guards, and all twenty armored soldiers were wiped out without a single survivor.