Chapter 37: Caliber Is Justice!

In a world without sunshine, endless nights and heavy rains are the main base here.

But unlike the gloomy sky in the past, there is a white object flying in the sky that is difficult to see with the naked eye. The silver-white fuselage seems to be an alien object, and a pair of electronic eyes are loyally watching the ground and transmitting the picture to a tablet not far away.

"Damn, no matter how many times I watch it, I will feel disgusted."

Isayama Kenmei looked at the picture from the tablet and his stomach couldn't stop rolling

To sum it up in one sentence.

"That village is alive."

All the bloody and terrifying meat blocks can be seen with the naked eye. Whether it is a building or the ground, it is covered with countless bloated bloody strips or pieces of meat that look extremely creepy.

Only the original wooden structure can be vaguely seen. There are watchtowers in the four corners of the village, which are also covered with endless blood and flesh, like old trees entangled with each other, and it feels like they are growing out of the ground.

The surface looks like a skinned monkey corpse, with countless bulging blue veins and scarlet blood stains washed by the black rain. Instead of fading, it becomes more vivid. At the same time, it breathes very regularly, and the bloody muscles bring a strong and powerful terrifying visual impact.

Just looking at the evil and bloodthirsty, these two kinds of malice are overwhelming and seem to drag Jianshan Xianmei to fall together. Unimaginable resentment is entangled in these ominous flesh and blood.

This is why Jianshan Xianmei said that this evil village is alive. Looking at the pictures transmitted from the tablet, his brain will tingle after a while, and he can't look at it for too long.

This kind of disgusting place makes Jianshan Xianmei vomit directly.

This makes him extremely fortunate to live in this era. Technology allows Jianshan Xianmei to know the full picture of this undeveloped Chu woman land without personally setting foot on it.

As for the vengeful spirits that Jianshan Xianmei had been thinking about, he observed at least thirty of them, scattered like zombies in horror movies, moving slowly among these flesh and blood buildings, not interfering with each other, and even if they collided with each other, they would just roar and leave.

Now Jianshan Xianmei has set up a small camp on the cliff where he and the vengeful spirits (hunters) died together, and set up a small tent to keep out the rain.

Out of caution, he only used the lowest brightness night light, but it was enough for him to draw on the paper.

"The whole village is three kilometers long and 1.78 kilometers wide. There are a total of 18 buildings, with an exit in the east, west, south and north."

Jianshan Xianmei drew the entire drone photo on the paper into a simple pattern and sketch.

"It can be divided into three areas."

He used the area without flesh and blood as the dividing line. There were three areas without flesh and blood. One looked like a ancestral hall, one looked like a clan temple, and the last one looked like the most magnificent place.

Is it where the village chief lives?

Isayama Kenmei had never been there either.

So the first shot was fired there.

Who made it so different?

Anyway, Isayama Kenmei had no trial and error cost. When he found that he had made an irreversible mistake, he would just slit his throat and commit suicide, and start a new game.

And it stands to reason that the resentful souls living in such places should definitely be considered to be at the forefront in terms of strength, and they definitely have the most points.

Two for the sake of being conservative

Isayama Kenmei drew two circles at this location, meaning that this place should not only be attacked, but also hit hard.

As for the places he thought were ancestral halls and ancestral halls, he would naturally not let them go.

What Isayama Kenmei wanted to do was to massacre the village. The memorial archways of these old guys who had died for who knows how many years were just one sentence.

Bomb it and it's over. Draw a circle for them as well.

Isayama Kenmei prepared a total of eight gas tank mortars. Currently, four rounds have been used, and there are still four rounds left. Not to mention that there are still more than a dozen original gas tanks that have not been opened.

Alas, is this the trouble of having enough ammunition on hand?

Kenmei Isayama looked at the eighteen marked houses, and even if one shell was fired, a few would be left. However, he did not intend to bomb the shabby little courtyard.

It was too condescending. Bomb that.

It was better to bomb the places where many resentful souls gathered. He moved the drone to move their positions and marked all the gathering places on the site with sketches.

Confirm the target, a total of twenty-four attack points.

Kenmei Isayama first arranged a wave of rockets for these resentful souls. He took out eight prepared "gas tank" mortars from his backpack and lined them up on the cliff.

The warhead used a waste gas tank, which contained high-energy explosives prepared by Kenmei Isayama himself, and a percussion fuse was welded on the head; for the warhead, a thinner water pipe was welded, which contained a certain explosive (???) that could explode. The length of the pipe could be adjusted freely, with a short pipe hitting close and a long pipe hitting far; four tail fins were added to the tail to keep the flight trajectory of the shell stable.

You know what, it looks rough, but the accuracy is impressive, but the structure of the shell is not missing, and the charge of this 300mm warhead is as much as the large-caliber naval gun of the battleship. Even if it can only fly one or two kilometers, it is enough to kill these resentful souls.

The high-strength steel shrapnel from the explosion of the gas tank will also cause very terrifying lethality, like a fairy scattering flowers.

This is the caliber that Kenmei Isayama pursues, which is justice!

The first step is to adjust the pitch angle, just add a bolt; the second step is how to measure the pitch angle, just use an iPad, which has a built-in pitch angle sensor. (I won’t expand)

Isayama Kenmei adjusted the height of these gas tank mortars one by one according to the coordinates drawn on his sketch to ensure that they would not explode crooked.

At the same time, the fuses of the eight gas tank mortars were simply made into one, so that it would be more convenient for Isayama Kenmei.

After everything was ready, Isayama Kenmei did not forget to let the drone rise in altitude. If the drone worth 180,000 yen was lost due to accidental damage by the shell, it would be a huge loss.

"Okay, it’s time to take it out for a walk."

Although there is no third-party quality inspection certificate, Isayama Kenmei is confident in his craftsmanship. After all, he is an old craftsman.

"Suddenly"

In the dim night, a blue flame rose from Isayama Kenmei's fingertips and illuminated his face.

"This is the battle song for my road to becoming a strong man."

"Sizzle."

The fuse ignited by the psychic fire rushed straight to the "gas tank" mortar at an extremely fast speed, gradually turning into an orange-red flame, which means that the fuel inside was ignited.

The next second, Jianshan Xianmei felt his eyes light up.

Then "Clang! Clang! Clang!" After generating huge explosive kinetic energy, eight rounds of metal collision were fired and turned into a deafening thunderous sound.

Crack, the ground at the top of the cliff even cracked into a huge gap like an explosion due to the recoil of these artillery.

Jianshan Xianmei felt his feet tremble suddenly. He waved his hand to disperse the smoke in the sky, and watched the eight objects flashing orange-yellow light falling into the mortal world like meteors, with a bright smile on his face, and spread his arms as if enjoying it.

The continuous explosions dyed the entire sky the same color as the land covered with lava. The eight dazzling flashes produced by these continuous crazy explosions were like salutes illuminating this filthy world, and were the sacred light of purification.

Purify all filth!

[Points +31,000 points]

At this moment, it seemed as if there was a layer of barrier protecting the top floor of the [Zhensheng Temple] Demon Subduing Tower, which could not be shaken by the fierce shock waves outside.

In a secret room covered with dense blood-colored scriptures, there were vajra, vajra prongs, demon-subduing pestles and other instruments used to suppress evil all around.

And what these instruments suppressed was

an open box made of pure gold engraved with sealing runes. Looking down from above, it turned out to be a head.

It can be seen that this is the head of a very young monk with compassionate eyes and eyebrows. What makes people feel weird is that there are red coffin nails on his head, as if he is suppressed in the golden box forever. His eyes are covered with white cloth and his mouth is sewn up.

It is still unknown why he was treated so viciously, but the brilliance of the scriptures and magic tools on the wall has dimmed due to the long river of time.

But this head is still as lifelike as if it was just chopped off.

And if you look closely, you will find that the coffin nail is slowly moving outward.