Chapter 483: Chapter 269: The Esoteric Buddhist Invasion, Beherit! (Part 2)
Rumor has it that there’s a "Great Whirlwind" formed by the burial of millions, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of lives everywhere there.
Even soldiers with a steel will, detached from the sigil insignia of tactical armor, would quickly be assimilated like a drop of water merging into the sea.
Years ago, the Fourth Battle Group suffered a significant loss, an entire squad of vanguard almost completely wiped out.
It drew the attention of both the Military Department and Judicial Court, causing quite a stir, but quickly subsided.
It’s rumored to have been suppressed by big shots, with all related files sealed away.
"The Dead Sea Operation."
Jin Chuan only knew the name, the rest was unclear to him, given his level he couldn’t access it.
"Wait a bit longer."
Lu Yao said.
"According to the tactical manual’s receiving protocol, we can ’standby’ for up to twelve hours, it’s still early now."
Jin Chuan nodded, they rely entirely on Qin Shi to survive under Tia’s command.
The Human-faced Spider’s demon lineage in its second evolution, wiping out a recon squad is as easy as eating or drinking.
Waiting is always dull and long, the three leaned against the jeep’s surrounding area, remaining vigilant.
After an unknown period had passed, Jin Chuan suddenly felt a tightness in his heart; being an old scout from White Poplar Barrier City, he had a keen intuition for danger.
A chilling dark presence came with the wind, brushing past his shoulder.
The dense fog that lingered in the pollution zone spread outward like parted waves, forms appearing and disappearing.
Jin Chuan’s heart pounded like a drum, instinctively holding his breath.
Clearly, it wasn’t Qin Shi coming.
"Humans, it’s humans, I smell the exquisite scent of living flesh and blood."
Lu Yao, who had been resting in the passenger seat, seemed startled awake, suddenly opening her eyes.
A formation of hundreds of followers stepped out of the pollution zone like an unstoppable copper wall.
They were made up of complex components, including lower servants of the Human-faced Spider, countless rakshasa ants, and iron crocodiles with triangular heads.
However, they were not the most threatening enemies.
What truly made Jin Chuan and Lu Yao’s faces serious, filled with an unexplainable fear, was the ominous presence driving the followers, pressing like a dark cloud.
"Esotericists..."
Jin Chuan gripped the energy weapon, located at the edge of the pollution zone, giving him room for heavy firepower strikes.
"Xiao Gao, mount the gun!"
He shouted.
"Alright!"
Gao Pao, who had been drowsy before, quickly mounted a Vulcan machine gun on top of the jeep.
"Tension, fear, apprehension... the scent is increasingly enticing."
The voice drew nearer, in Jin Chuan and Lu Yao’s perception, like a giant tornado moving straight through Heaven and Earth.
Before the immense will of what seemed like a natural disaster, they appeared incredibly small!
"Are you both like me, waiting for the little one who stirred the great commotion in the pollution zone?"
The owner of the voice finally appeared, slender in stature, seemingly weak like a frail stalk.
The crimson robe condensed from viscous blood, slick and flowing, extremely eerie.
The gray skin exposed carried thorn-flower-like black markings, blossoming quietly as if growing from within.
"Almost forgot to introduce myself. My name is ’Behelet’, a broken messenger pledged to chaos."
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"Behelet, the third-level disaster lurking in the pollution zone.
A fallen Spiritual Ability Path, an esotericist pledged to chaos, joining the ’Cult of the Broken Circle’, rising to the position of ’Deputy’ within just a few years..."
Fu Lei, while driving at full speed, still had the leisure to glance over the information sent by Tai Monarch.
"Little bastard! Better not let me catch you!"
Out of personal sentiment, Fu Lei hated all fallen ones pledging to chaos, including esotericists among them.
Follower creatures were natural adversaries, akin to the most ancient and primitive times, where humans contended with beasts for living space.
But the fallen ones were those who betrayed humanity, Dongxia, willingly becoming the claws and minions of the Pillar of Chaos.
To earn rewards, they must offer up a "loyalty pledge," gaining trust from the Great Demon of Chaos.
So, more or less, everyone commits heinous and bloody crimes, the majority of which are mixed with elements of "betrayal," "defection," "conspiracy," "frame-up," and more.
"...Once a captain of the Vanguard squad in the Battle Group, fell at the front lines, in desperation, sacrificed all his members to the Great Demon of Chaos in exchange for survival.
From then on, he discarded his name, his past, even his human identity... Such a bastard, truly unworthy of a human name."
As the heavy vehicle roared, its tires crushed the scorched earth, kicking up dust and weeds; Fu Lei was already close to the outermost area of the polluted zone.
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"The target I want to hunt is not you."
Beherit tilted his head, his tone gentle, as if reciting poetry.
But the crimson robe dragged on the ground, and wherever it passed, those driven followers all prostrated.
This former human, now an Esotericist, seemed to possess greater menace than the head of the clan.
"How about this, I give you a chance to live, how does that sound?"
Beherit said with great interest.
"Stop playing this disgusting outdated trick."
Jin Chuan sneered, for it wasn’t his first time dealing with Esotericists.
These twisted deviants corrupted by chaos love to mimic their masters, toying with people’s hearts.
"Xiao Gao! Blow this bastard away!"
Jin Chuan himself pulled the trigger, and as the energy weapon sprayed milky-white light, he also ordered Gao Pao.
That Vulcan multi-barrel machine gun spat fire, like a white-hot knife slicing across, resembling the scythe of death carving out a path!
Boom!
Da-da-da!
The roar of guns and cannons merged!
The terrifying firepower erupted instantly, affecting the prostrating followers on the ground.
They remained motionless targets, licked by the tongues of fire, their flesh exploding, flying sideways!
"Such rudeness and lack of courtesy."
Beherit chuckled lightly, opening his palm as he faced the guns and cannons, gently pushing.
The immense spiritual telekinesis flowed like a tidal wave, causing dense bullets to sink into strong glue, gradually halting.
The terrifying kinetic energy that should have shattered steel alloy was instantly deprived and dismantled by Beherit.
"I really dislike your gaze."
Beherit’s gaze, piercing from the helmet sculpted of bone, fell lightly over a thousand meters upon Jin Chuan.
The latter only felt a weight on his shoulder, and then his mortal body seemed gripped tightly, his organs compressed!
Crunch, crunch, crunch!
Amidst the terrifying sound of breaking, Jin Chuan’s robust arms holding the energy weapon were instantly twisted like a rope!
"I despise self-important types like you, who regard humanity, civilization, as more important than life itself, always prepared to sacrifice your life for them!"
Beherit’s gentle voice gradually grew agitated and fierce, as he raised the other hand, binding Jin Chuan tightly with strands of steel serpent-like spiritual telekinesis.
"Have you ever despaired? Have you ever felt the despair of falling into an abyss, calling out, but no help comes?
If you’ve felt it, then you should know, in that moment, nothing is more important than survival!"
Beherit seemed to revel in the performance, the atmosphere resonating, roaring, howling, as if transforming into myriad demons wrapping around Jin Chuan.
The mortal body’s severe pain, the spirit’s turmoil, contorted the latter’s face.
"The choice has changed now. Two lives, choose one."
Beherit’s gaze seemed tangible, and before Luyao or Gao Pao could attack, he unleashed spiritual oppression.
"Does he live, or she live? If you refuse to choose, I will peel their skins, dismantle their bones, drain their blood.
Then sew their heads onto the followers’ bodies... You value the ’human’ identity, so relish becoming a monstrous hybrid."
Beherit’s eyes contained infinite malice, eagerly anticipating Jin Chuan’s painful, agonizing cries and curses.
But before he received an answer, the tank-like heavy vehicle carved out two grooves.
Military boots stepped out from the vehicle door, followed by a tower-like burly man.
"Bastard! I give you two choices: have your head twisted off and stuffed up your ass! Or have your limbs broken and then dismembered into eight pieces!"
Fu Lei unhesitatingly unleashed his Life Force, instantly dispelling the deep darkness.