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Chapter 39 Son of the Evil God
Chang Yuan took a deep breath and asked, "Gao Su, what kind of monster is this?"
Gao Su immediately replied, "Captain, there is no record of this human-snake hybrid monster in the intelligence of the Embroidered Uniform Guard!"
"It's a new monster!"
Chang Yuan: "Ha, are we lucky or unlucky?"
"Artillerymen, are you ready?"
The artillery commander roared, "We're ready!"
"Fire!!"
boom!!
The artillery of the Embroidered Uniform Guard was absolutely well-trained.
The artillery unit pushed the guns to their new positions and loaded them in a very short time. They loaded solid fragmentation shells, not exploding shells.
It's a cylindrical solid cannonball specifically designed to deal with fortified structures and large monsters.
The moment the order to fire was given, the shell accurately struck the back of the Blood Spirit Servant, who was forty or fifty meters away, sending his massive thirty-foot-long body flying.
Broken scales flew everywhere, and the sound of bones cracking could be clearly heard.
But the Imperial Guards were horrified to discover that at a distance of only forty or fifty meters, the breaching shells fired by the Portuguese Shenwei General Cannon actually hit the monster's back without tearing her body apart.
A shell powerful enough to destroy houses and level one percent of a town only shattered the monster's scales and broke its bones... nothing more.
The battlefield fell silent; not even a breath could be heard.
Chang Yuan gripped the gun tightly. His hand didn't tremble, but for the first time, he lost confidence in the weapon in his hand.
Damn it, even a fist-sized sprayer can't kill it, so what good is a little water pipe that's only as thick as a little finger?
The guards were even more nervous than Chang Yuan. Han Ye's weapon was the longest, so he couldn't control the trembling of the spear tip and could only try to hide it by sticking it into the ground.
The psychological impact on the artillery units and the Imperial Guards far exceeded that on the Imperial Cavalry.
Gunners often have absolute confidence in their cannons, sometimes to the point of superstition.
The entire artillery unit was stunned when they witnessed the monster carrying the cannonballs with its bare body.
How can we fight like this?
What should we do?
Should we run?
These three questions echoed in the minds of the Imperial Guards, and each of them had a premonition that they were about to fall.
Soon, the third question was abandoned, and not a single member of the Imperial Guards wanted to escape.
The prestigious Embroidered Uniform Guard, from the lowest-ranking guards like the strongmen and captains to the junior officers like the flag bearers and captains, all belonged to a hereditary system.
As long as one does not violate the most serious military discipline and regulations, even if one is disliked by superiors and executed by military law, one's descendants can inherit this identity as a member of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.
Even if he is demoted to the lowest rank, his position will still be that of a strongman, not a temporary worker without a formal position.
More than 80% of the Embroidered Uniform Guards inherited their positions from their fathers or brothers, which is why they had this job to support their families.
If one deserts at this moment, the inevitable result will be execution by military law, expulsion of family members and descendants from the military, and permanent loss of the opportunity to become a member of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.
Therefore, nobody wanted to run away.
Everyone gripped their weapons tightly, staring intently at the monster lying on the ground.
Chang Yuan was the first to react, and said to the artillery captain, "Don't stand there! Reload the shells and prepare for continuous fire!"
"That last shot was able to injure and even knock it down, which proves the cannon is effective!"
"If one shot doesn't kill it, then two, three, or more!"
"With enough firepower, we can definitely kill it!!"
The artillery captain regained his senses, ripped the eight-piece iron helmet off his head, and slammed it to the ground.
"My lords!"
"Get to work!!"
The artillerymen and imperial guards were awakened by the familiar roars in their local dialect, and their blank faces began to move.
They cleaned, cooled, and removed ash from the cannons, loaded the bullets with gunpowder and compacted it, then placed solid fragmentation shells and firmly jammed them into the cannon barrel.
The artillery captain roared, "Fire!!"
boom!
The shot struck the snake's body as it lay prone on the ground, sending its scales flying once more.
What excited the Imperial Guards was that they saw blood—the blood of a monster!
Red!
The artillery captain shouted excitedly, "Hahaha, it works! My cannons are useful!"
"The mighty General is truly awe-inspiring!"
"Keep going! Fire! Fire!!"
boom!
The third shot missed.
This cannot be blamed on the artillery. After being hit by two shots, the Blood Spirit Servant was blasted dozens of meters away, already a hundred meters away from the cannon.
Cylindrical fragmentation projectiles, when used in smoothbore cannons, cannot achieve a spin-stabilized trajectory and are more likely to deviate from the target than spherical projectiles.
Moreover, although the Blood Spirit Servant looks enormous, it is actually a ten-meter-long giant python, and its impact area is vastly different from that of a square house.
Hitting the target is a pleasant surprise, but missing it is perfectly normal.
It was only at this tense and critical moment that the Imperial Guards were particularly hoping that the artillery would perform exceptionally well, which amplified their feelings of disappointment.
The morale of the artillery and the Imperial Guards was thus dampened.
Fortunately, the artillery captain was not discouraged. He shouted in the Henan dialect to instruct the gunners to clean the barrels and load the ammunition, then personally went down to aim at the Blood Spirit Servant, and then ordered to fire again.
I won this time!
And it struck the monster's torso again, hitting its lower abdomen.
The Blood Spirit Servant vomited blood on the spot.
Whether it was because the monster's blood was inherently acidic or because the monster vomited blood mixed with stomach acid, white smoke immediately rose from the ground, corroding it and creating pits and craters.
But this shot seemed to have awakened the monster, and an extremely dangerous aura suddenly emanated from it.
This aura is very special.
It is as high and distant as the peak of the ancient sky, with a divine majesty that disregards all living beings, and it stands above all mortal things.
At the same time, it also possesses an extremely aggressive greed, like a monster that has been starving for a long time and is never satisfied, coveting the blood, flesh and soul of mortals.
After being glanced at by the Blood Spirit Servant, all the Imperial Guards were terrified, as if they had been seen by their natural enemy, and completely lost control of their bodies.
In that instant, everyone understood that this was not the aura of a monster, but the aura of divinity.
After severing ties with the Blood Spirit Servant, the evil god Blood Spirit actually separated a portion of its soul and divinity and directly transferred it into the monster Blood Spirit Servant's body.
This artificially bred monster, which only possessed a physical body, thus gained a soul and became a truly living being with both life and death.
This is a more advanced form of pseudo-divine descent, a more risky divine descent by the gods.
After the divine descent ends, the injected soul and divinity cannot be retrieved and can only remain in the Blood Spirit Servant's body, making its essence a child of the god.
However, during the divine descent, the Blood Spirit Servant is part of the Blood Spirit itself, possessing the characteristic of being immortal and indestructible.
Of course, this only applies to that little bit of spirit and divinity.
With enough firepower, it's still possible to kill this monster and obtain the most authentic information fragments of the Blood Spirit, as well as the even more precious divinity and soul.
Although these losses would not exceed one ten-thousandth of the evil god's original body, they would put him in an extremely dangerous state.
Evil gods are like ferocious beasts roaming the wilderness. Whenever they are injured, no matter how small the wound, the smell of blood will spread, attracting predators who covet their flesh.
If the Blood Spirit is injured because of the death of this monster, it may be hunted by other evil gods and eventually devoured by even more ferocious evil gods.
This shows that Blood Spirit values Blood Spirit Servant far more than the Jade Statue of Creation values Veteran Liu Yuan.