174: Physical salvation, Namo Gatling Bodhisattva

Chen Du's lips curled slightly, his eyes filled with mockery.

With the cheat code [sacrifice notebook] in hand, he had long since stood at the stratosphere, looking down upon all living beings from an informational perspective.

These fools were actually scrambling to spend millions on a death warrant, all for a few lies from a charlatan.

"One million one hundred thousand!"

"One million two hundred thousand!"

The bidding below sounded like hawkers in a market, but Chen Du couldn't even be bothered to lift an eyelid.

"Let's go."

He casually tossed the empty wine glass aside and turned around directly.

Followed by the "Goddess Squad" that made all the men in Blackgold Harbor green with envy, he strode purposefully toward the exit.

As he passed the neighboring private room, it was already empty.

Only the traces of kicked-over chairs remained.

Clearly, that bald Thunder Shock had slipped away early and was probably busy gathering people to block the door right now.

Fine.

It saves the trouble of hunting them down one by one; burying them together is more convenient.

Chen Du pushed open the main door.

Outside, the night was thick as ink, with neon lights bizarre and dazzling.

Beneath this facade of prosperity, countless greedy eyes were peering from the shadows, and countless gun barrels had quietly been loaded.

Death was counting down.

A storm was brewing.

He took a deep breath of the rust-scented air and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his pure white suit.

"All units, be on alert."

As soon as the words fell.

Blinding headlights suddenly flashed from both ends of the street simultaneously, illuminating the auction house entrance as pale as daylight!

The intense light made it impossible to keep one's eyes open.

Immediately after.

Came the dense sound of footsteps and the crisp clatter of gun bolts being pulled.

A dark mass of people swarmed out from the shadows like cockroaches.

On the left was a group of thugs wearing tactical vests, exuding bandit-like ferocity.

Leading them was Thunder Shock, who had left early!

He was rolling two walnuts in his hand, his mechanical eye glowing brightly with red light, clearly having set up a killing trap.

On the right were uniformly dressed black-suited bodyguards, surrounding Wang Ce, whose face was filled with venomous resentment.

Pincer attack from front and rear.

A full hundred-plus Awakened Oness!

Hundreds of dark gun barrels were now all aimed at Chen Du and his group on the steps.

The killing intent had almost solidified into substance.

"Wow! Triggered a hidden event—[Tyrants' Joint Siege]?"

Lin Keke excitedly covered her small mouth, her face alight with excitement.

"Captain, the monster density is so high this wave! Will there be a first-clear reward after finishing them? I want to drop orange-tier gear!"

"Don't even think about it, with these trash mobs."

Xia Lai curled her lips disdainfully.

She raised her hand to adjust her cufflinks, her mechanical arm [thug 02] already entering preheating mode, its indigo indicator light pulsing like breathing in the night: "Most likely, they'll only drop some garbage materials. I'd find it tiring even to scrap them for scrap metal."

"Chen Du! Weren't you so arrogant inside just now? Keep being arrogant now!"

Wang Ce hid behind layers of bodyguards, clutching a megaphone, his voice shrill: "This isn't the auction house! There are no rules to protect you! Now, I'm going to make you die!!"

Thunder Shock rotated his neck, emitting cracking sounds of bone popping.

"Kid, earlier inside, that was out of respect for the Chamber of Commerce."

He sneered, his mechanical eye fixed firmly on Chen Du's neck as if already seeing the scene of blood spraying:

"Now... I'm going to peel off your skin intact and see if your bones are as hard as your mouth!"

Facing this certain-death trap.

Chen Du merely lowered his head slightly, using one hand to shield the flame.

Snap!

The flame leaped up, lighting the cigarette.

He slowly exhaled a plume of gray-white smoke.

The smoke coiled upward under the strong lights, blurring the half-smiling expression on his face.

"One hundred and three people."

Xia Mo's cool voice sounded beside Chen Du.

The [sword name] in her hand had not yet been drawn, but the moisture on the surrounding ground had already condensed into frost.

The temperature plummeted!

"Ten B-rank, thirty C-rank, the rest are all trash."

"How do we split them?"

Tang Ran twisted her neck, the muscle lines on her back tensing beneath her evening gown: "Those three B-ranks are mine! My Spiked Club is already thirsting for blood!"

"Don't steal the kills, Big Sis!"

Lin Keke immediately protested, pointing at Thunder Shock: "That mechanical-eyed bald guy is mine! I want to dismantle him and put him in a display case as a figurine!"

Watching these crazy women discussing loot distribution even when death was imminent, Wang Ce felt deeply insulted.

His mentality shattered!

"Madmen... you bunch of madwomen!"

He waved his hand hysterically, his features contorted: "Open fire! Turn that man into a sieve! Leave the women barely breathing! Do it!!"

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat—!

As his words fell, the bodyguards' side instantly spat tongues of fire!

Dozens of automatic rifles fired simultaneously!

The muzzle flashes connected into a sheet, dense bullets pouring down like a metal storm!

With this terrifying firepower density, forget flesh and blood, even a main battle tank could be torn to shreds within three seconds!

A cruel delight appeared on Wang Ce's face.

Die!

Go to hell and repent!

Rat-a-tat-tat—!

Tongues of fire danced wildly, the metal storm engulfing the steps in an instant!

However.

The expected scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere and screams did not appear.

The moment the bullets touched Chen Du.

The shadow at his feet seemed to gain life, swelling and surging upward in defiance of physics!

Then, it transformed into a black hemispherical curtain, enveloping the women within!

Clink-clink-clink-clink-clink!

The dense rain of bullets struck the shadow curtain, sparks flying everywhere, yet not even a ripple was stirred.

That shadow... was actually solid!

And its hardness was comparable to aerospace alloy!

"What... what the hell is this?!"

The sneer on Thunder Shock's face began to freeze, his mechanical eye wide open.

Beep-beep-beep!

His tactical scanner began frantically alarming, indicating a high-energy reaction rapidly expanding ahead!

The readings were off the charts!

"Is this your trump card?"

The shadow curtain slowly became transparent.

Chen Du held his cigarette, looking through the barrier at those terrified, twisted faces outside.

His pupils had now completely turned into molten gold, majestic as a deity.

In his mind, the [sacrifice notebook] excitedly flipped its pages.

[Shadow Authority·First Form: Absolute Defense]

[Rating: Perfect]

"Had enough fun shooting? Now it's my turn!"

Chen Du flicked the cigarette ash, a cruel smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Snap!

The snap of his fingers fell.

The originally iron-hard shadow curtain suddenly liquefied, reassembled, and stretched.

Crack-crack-crack!

The sound of liquid flowing was chilling.

In the blink of an eye, that mass of shadow condensed into a pitch-black, ferocious six-barrel Gatling machine gun before him!

The barrels were thick, suspended in mid-air.

Aimed at the stunned crowd, it slowly rotated, emitting a low hum like a death knell.

Hum—

At this moment, the entire scene fell dead silent.

Everyone felt a chill rising from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads.

What the hell kind of ability is this?!

Isn't this shadow-type? How did it turn into an arsenal?!

"Namo Gatling Bodhisattva."

Lin Keke stood behind Chen Du with hands clasped together, a pious expression on her face.

Her right eye glimmered with golden light, her tone compassionate yet full of mischief: "Physical transcendence is the deadliest, six-barrel depleted uranium rounds, three thousand six hundred revolutions per breath, Amitabha~"

Chen Du couldn't help but laugh, giving this livewire a flick on the forehead.

Then.

The cigarette butt hit the ground, sparks flying!

"In your next life, remember not to mess with a player with cheats!"

Chen Du's eyes suddenly turned cold, shadows spewing forth!

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat—!!!

Tongues of fire spat three feet long, indigo flames illuminating the sinful night sky of Blackgold Harbor!

The slaughter, began!