Chapter 832 - 704: Big Dog

Electric guitars, rock music, paired with powerful speakers mounted under the fuselage, naturally suited for spacious venues.

"Embrace the darkness that’s within me..."

Don Juan wore in-ear monitors in his ears, stepped on electromagnetic boots, and had a safety rope tied around his waist, playing and singing simultaneously.

The Horror Maggot Beast closest to the sound wave had its body moisture evaporated by the resonance, its head expanding rapidly before exploding with a bang, spraying foul-smelling mucus everywhere.

While others sing for money, he sings for lives,

Don Juan waved his hand behind him, signaling that he could handle the situation,

Divine Era Rain Prayer nodded in understanding, jumping off the wing like a superhero, landing on one knee. As he stood up, he tossed two Divine Talismans of Shao Yanming God towards Maxwell and Su Jie,

The divinity contained within the paper talismans neutralized the bone-deep power of the Demon God, allowing the wounds to heal quickly.

After throwing out the talismans, Divine Era Rain Prayer leaped up, swinging a Meat Cutting Knife to unleash Sword Qi, quickly slaying the Horror Maggot Beast horde along with Gouchen, who also descended from the sky.

"You guys finally arrived."

Maxwell didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, "Where’s Pifu, why don’t I see him?"

"He suddenly said he had something urgent, forgot to turn on the gas at home, and left us all there."

Quickly replied Divine Era Rain Prayer, "But he probably didn’t run away."

Pifu dared to elbow strike London even before reaching Level 30, a mere Demon God wouldn’t scare him off.

Moreover, the propeller plane they were on was sponsored by Pifu.

Bang bang bang!

The Horror Maggot Beasts in Hell Fortress, controlled anti-air guns to snipe the plane,

Don Juan timely changed his pitch, producing a sound wave barrier detectable by the naked eye through hundreds of barely perceptible voice modulations, blocking incoming shells from all directions.

Mei, in the cockpit, watched in fear as explosions lit up densely outside the cabin glass, screaming wildly, manipulating the joystick to fly a semicircle over Hell Fortress.

This propeller plane is the global classic trainer, Cessna 172.

Renowned for its stability and reliability, even if it stalls, the plane can recover automatically by simply releasing the joystick.

Easier than riding a motorcycle—the death rate of those street-riding ghost fire youths is much higher than that of trainer pilots.

"..."

Spenerak, clad in heavy armor, raised his palm, and a thirty-meter-high anti-air tower suddenly rose significantly, detonating the shell with a proximity fuze, spraying shrapnel like rain towards the Cessna 172.

Clang clang clang!

Merlin, with a grasp across the air, erected a shield for the propeller plane, deflecting all the shrapnel.

Spenerak abruptly turned his head, staring at Merlin intently, his expression hidden under his helmet uncertain and suspicious.

He had been silently calculating the magic power and Magic Slot consumption of both sides,

Based on the calculations, the opponent should be exhausted by now, so why did he still appear full of energy, standing tall, as if he could fight for another hundred rounds?

This Demon God didn’t know that Merlin indeed had no strength to stand—he had secretly placed an ergonomic gaming chair with lumbar support, straps, and braces at the top of the Mage Tower, intentionally raised high,

At this moment, he was lying back in the chair, disguised in a standing posture through his loose mage robe.

On the other side of the battlefield, the super giant Seven-gilled Eel summoned by Claudia split several heads to pursue the Cold God Kish and Demon God Bachin.

The Seven-gilled Eel moved extremely fast, possessing a tracking ability based on the concept of blood scent, able to anticipate Bachin’s teleportation location and relentlessly pursuing both.

Kish threw a cold stream in return, spraying Extreme Cold Frozen Air on the jagged head of the Seven-gilled Eel, causing only a brief pause, quickly shaking off the effect.

’There’s something strange about that blood cloud.’

Kish gazed at the scarlet cloud, roiling and flowing, within it surged tens of thousands of faces, either in pain, anger, distortion, or despair.

Boundless hatred almost materialized into demonic Qi, continuously providing energy to maintain the Summoning Array.

This was also "special casting materials" purchased by Claudia,

Since the 1970s, the UK’s National Health Service (NHS) imported large amounts of blood contaminated with hepatitis C and HIV from the United States, knowingly ignored it,

Resulting in at least thirty thousand Britons infected with hepatitis C and AIDS, with the youngest patients being only four years old.

And successive governments that came to power, regardless of party affiliation, unanimously chose to cover it up, shirk responsibility, limit impact, and watch as the toxic blood continued to poison civilians.

The reason is simple, although the tragedy was caused by predecessors, if it became a huge scandal during their tenure, the governing government, disliked and opposed by British voters, would take the hit.

Claudia spent a small sum to acquire an entire warehouse full of aged toxic blood.

Moreover, she skipped the middlemen and went directly to the source in the United States, where the Great America’s blood product industry’s annual production value is as high as 90 billion US Dollars, highly mature in commercial terms, with private paid plasma centers everywhere.

There are even merchants offering promotional activities, with first-time blood sales rewarded with 500 US Dollars, selling plasma 8 times a month enters a raffle for prizes worth a thousand, and maintaining a few months of steady blood sales grants a family Disney gift card. Very dark humor.

And those down-and-out who need to sell blood to make ends meet naturally carry negative emotions in their blood.

Swish—

Bachin flashed again, dodging the massive jaws of the seven-gilled eel, but a fierce wind roared beneath his feet.

Another seven-gilled eel anticipated the instant teleportation position, ambushing in advance, opened its maw filled with circular fangs, and released a boundless suction.

The source of blood plasma consumed by the blood cloud included not only college students troubled by student loans but also slum dwellers, homeless vagabonds, drug addicts, people with sexually transmitted diseases, and South American immigrants.

Compared to these impoverished individuals who sell blood plasma several times a week to exchange for necessary food and medicine for their families, "Chronicles of Xu Sanguan’s Blood Selling" could be considered light urban fiction.

The negative energy in the blood plasma soared to the sky, serving as excellent casting material,

not only summoning a super-giant ancient seven-gilled eel but also attaching a series of buffs to it.

Blood Tracking, Super High Magic Resistance, Highly Poisonous Saliva, Space Lock...

Caught off guard, Bachin couldn’t flash again and, along with the Cold God, was swallowed into the seven-gilled eel’s esophagus by the immense suction.

Rumble—

The esophagus of the seven-gilled eel bulged upward, accelerating its movement.

Claudia’s baby-faced plump cheeks were extraordinarily tense as she remotely controlled the seven-gilled eel to coil its body and accelerate backward to the blood cloud’s entrance.

Behind the blood cloud was a connection to the Blood Element Plane, teeming with extraordinary blood-sucking creatures like mutated bats and deformed leeches. If the teleportation gate were closed, even Bachin, skilled in teleportation magic, couldn’t possibly return.

One hundred meters, fifty meters, twenty meters.

The retreat of the seven-gilled eel into the blood cloud slowed, its midsection covered with frost and snow from within, blood freezing, muscles stiffened, and finally "bang" it exploded open.

The massive body lost all strength, wobbling as it slid down the mountainside, flattening a large swath of trees.

The Cold God suspended Bachin in mid-air, the cloak already tattered and stained with foul-smelling blood, mucus, and stomach acid.

He had no intention of cleaning, his eyes were chillingly cold, and his right hand slowly lifted, raised above his head, a circular ice wheel forming in his palm.

Crackling—

The diameter of the ice wheel rapidly expanded, spinning swiftly, as a strong sense of unease rose in Claudia’s heart. She wanted to disperse the blood cloud, but it was already too late.

The Cold God’s withered arm swung forward, the ice wheel was tossed, slicing deeply into the body of the seven-gilled eel like a saw blade.

Muddy blood sprayed, chunks of flesh fell with a rustle, bone fragments splattered wildly.

The teleportation array at the blood cloud’s entrance was not spacious; the seven-gilled eel couldn’t make a complete "head-turn" motion and was sliced through one by one by the ice wheel.

The summoning array collapsed on its own, and the blood cloud slowly dissipated.

Claudia suffered from magical backlash, her face drained of all color, her body rigidly standing in place for a long time, then "poof," she vomited a large amount of blood mixed with bits of internal organs, her body losing control and plummeting.

Mei Wenyi hurriedly pulled the joystick, controlling the propeller plane to dive and spin, where Don Juan caught Claudia from the top of the aircraft, administering a Life Potion to her.

After drinking the potion, Claudia’s face remained deathly pale, her pupils unfocused.

"Her Sanity Value has burned to the danger threshold, she can’t wake up, can’t return to the real world."

Don Juan tossed Claudia into the airplane’s back seat, throwing in two pairs of noise-cancelling headphones as well,

he then discarded the electric guitar, donned the rocket backpack again, "I’ll go hold off the Demon God."

"What are you doing? You’ll die!"

Mei Wenyi shouted, turning her head, yet Don Juan had already jumped off the wing, soaring into the air with the rocket backpack, looking the Cold God in the eye.

The opponent was strong, even stronger than a few vice presidents of European Heavy Industry. The player’s danger intuition screamed in his mind, and his body instinctively wanted to turn and flee.

But since I’m here...

A fleeting bitter smile crossed Don Juan’s lips. He reached into the backpack and took out a small copper bell with a circular hole at the top.

Made from the copper bell at the Constantinople Church, integrated with special alloys and forged using [European Heavy Industry]’s cutting-edge technology.

While keeping the overall mass unchanged, the bell mouth automatically extended forward like a cylinder.

Don Juan took a deep breath; as a serious professor at Berklee College of Music, he mastered all kinds of vocal music.

He could use powerful rock music to cause wide-ranging damage. Or use melancholy blues to create mental attacks, or light-hearted folk to apply enchantments to allies.

However, facing an enemy of the Cold God’s level, no minor skills would work, only pure strength and the ultimate in music.

His mouth close to the bell’s opening, his chest puffed high, his lungs taking a deep breath, gathering into a single syllable...

"Call!"

A visually obvious shockwave instantly crossed a thousand-meter distance, the two Demon Gods were directly blown away, the filthy blood on them shattered into suspended droplets.

The dizzy Bachin shook his head vigorously, flashed to grab the Cold God, blinking behind Don Juan, yet the latter preemptively turned and roared again,

"Call!!"

A point-blank sound wave, sending Bachin flying again, the Cold God hastily formed an Ice Shield, left hand raising the shield, right hand extending out to release a cold current.

"Caaall—"

The essence of the cold current was the heat conduction between molecules, turning into a solid wall of sound barrier, forcibly flattening the cold current, crushing the Ice Shield, and blasting the Cold God far away, crashing into a cliff.