It seemed that after the firepower support came online, everyone became even happier.
With his own eyesight, he could still see a steel cable hanging down far in the distance, with a dozen soldiers from the Casting Iron Army sliding down it, their bodies already stained blood-red.
Noticing Huai Shi's gaze, one of them casually waved and gave him a thumbs-up, signaling him to keep it up.
The iconic horse head on his armor had turned crimson, as if a legendary Ferghana horse had become a spirit.
Huai Shi waved his hand, signaling him to also give it his all.
The two sides crossed paths.
But in just a few seconds, their trajectories suddenly shifted, and a message of mission change lit up on everyone's wristwatches.
[Emergency rescue, prepare for assault.]
In an instant, all members of the Crystal Grid Squad quickly moved forward, protecting Huai Shi in the middle, as heavy bulletproof shields unfolded from the compartments on their shoulders and arms.
After joining together, they formed a temporary shelter.
Following a continuous series of crisp sounds, machine guns were set up in the slots next to the shields.
A blazing hot steam burst from the armor on their backs. Then, something like two hydraulic valves opened, causing their armor to rapidly inflate and thicken to an astonishing degree.
The injection of the liquid elastic defense layer was complete, and the second, third, and fourth power conduits were activated.
The twelve Cast Iron soldiers instantaneously transformed from medium to heavy units, entering their most proficient phase: siege assault.
Yan Shi reminded: [Prepare for ejection.]
"Commander, please hold on to me."
Crystal Grid 1-1 raised his hand, signaling Huai Shi to come closer. Then, two guide rail-like grooves suddenly rose from beneath their feet, locking into their boot interfaces and securing them in place.
They were catapulted directly from their original position.
It was almost like launching a cannonball.
Huai Shi felt as if he'd been thrown onto a roller coaster. The long path flew by in an instant, and as the hatch panels loudly burst open, they descended from the sky, crashing into an enormous bathing pool.
Countless splashes erupted.
He smelled the scent of blood.
.
Despite space constraints, the Group Star still had a bathhouse.
The facilities were nothing short of luxurious. More importantly, aside from the numerous common services offered, many less common and not quite legal services in Dongxia were also brazenly provided here.
It claimed to bring customers an experience akin to ascending to Heaven.
But now, it seemed the customers who should have gone to Heaven had boarded the wrong vehicle; instead, they had hitched a ride on the express train to Hell.
Almost all were dead.
The once-gloriously adorned bathhouse hall was now largely covered in flesh and blood.
Among thousands of ferocious eyes and tumors, an old figure hovered in mid-air, wearing not a stitch.
The Rotting Dream had almost solidified behind him into a pair of deformed scaly wings, emanating a fierce, fiery light.
The soldiers who had been attacking were now rigidly fixed in place. They were dismembered and distorted, with bones piercing through their flesh and growing abnormally, turning them into agonized trees of flesh and blood.
"Heh, stubborn fools!"
As Huai Shi and the others descended from the sky, the naked elder Sacrifice raised his crimson eyes and extended a finger.
A terrifying surge of air followed his finger's movement, erupting with force and striking the shields of the Casting Iron Army. The entire formation shook violently, retreating a step.
Then, the old Sacrifice raised both hands. The flesh-and-blood trees formed from the passengers and soldiers began to grow vigorously. Their sharp bones and flesh rapidly extended toward Huai Shi and the others, poised to pierce them.
Before the attack could commence, Crystal Grid 1-1 removed a bomb from his waist and threw it forward with all his might.
In the midst of the violent explosion, countless bony spikes were temporarily forced back. The closed shields then opened a gap, from which a grenade launcher was raised, and the trigger pulled.
A whistling sound burst forth.
Only to be fruitlessly repelled by the nightmarish wings.
A prompt popped up on Huai Shi's phone: [Hold position. Remote support urgently being arranged. Wait time: 13 seconds.]
The sound of gunfire erupted. Without any command needed, the soldiers from the Casting Iron Army emotionlessly pulled their triggers at the enemy, pushing the shield wall steadily forward.
Utterly ridiculous...
The old Sacrifice's wings spread out, nimbly dancing in the air. In an instant, he appeared behind them and raised his palm toward the enemies below. He spread it open, and a strange eye quickly formed and opened in the center of his hand.
"Get me up there!"
Huai Shi reached out, placing his hand on Crystal Grid 1-1's shoulder. Without hesitation, the soldier interlocked his hands and thrust upward forcefully, launching Huai Shi's body into the air.
In midair, Huai Shi's body tumbled, nimbly adjusting his trajectory, aiming at the old fiend's palm and emptying a magazine with the pull of the trigger.
The bullets were stopped by an invisible force in front of the old Sacrifice, bursting in succession and causing the defense before him to crack.
And Huai Shi had already ascended to the Sacrifice's face.
He discarded the now useless handgun. The Hammer of Sorrow emerged in his hand, sweeping in a wide arc as the flame jet activated.
He brought it down hard on his ugly head!
Eighty!
Feeling the weird threat emanating from The Hammer of Sorrow, the old Sacrifice did not dare to take the hit head-on. He rapidly retreated, planning to dispatch Huai Shi easily after his ascent peaked.
But he hadn't anticipated that the hammer in Huai Shi's hand would vanish like an illusion. It was replaced by a rope that shot out and, catching him off-guard, tangled around his ankle.
Huai Shi grinned. The Source Infusion activated, and The Sorrow of Index activated. The rope wildly extended, winding around the cultist's body and swiftly contracting, causing a moment of delay.
The burning gaze of the Mountain Ghost was now just inches away.
His empty right hand spread open. The Sacrificial Knife appeared, gripped in reverse, and plummeted down, sinking deep into the shield before him.
Then, Drummer!
Thunder exploded. The knife vibrated with a second burst of effort, shattering that layer of defense and plunging deep into his face.
"—You didn't expect this, did you, you little pest!"