Starting as the young master of a medicine shop, he practiced swordsmanship for twenty years.

Chapter 439 Join our Talisman Camp! My commander is destined for greatness!
"Not only do the masters have guns, but you all do too. Men, give each of the Taoist priests and these experts a gun as well. Everyone gets one!"

At Lieutenant Mo's command, the soldiers in the front row deftly unloaded their spare rifles and stuffed them into the hands of the still-dazed and confused individuals.

The cold steel gun felt heavy in their hands, and for a moment, everyone froze on the spot.

The old monk was still holding the rifle that Lieutenant Mo had thrown to him, his face full of bewilderment.

Master Qingyunzi's hand holding the peach wood sword trembled slightly, while the rifle in his other hand seemed to weigh a ton.

The martial arts practitioners exchanged bewildered glances. Their years of intensive training in exorcism techniques seemed less effective than simply pulling the trigger.

Half a lifetime of cultivation and decades of hard work seem so pale and powerless in the face of this rifle with talismans attached.

"Amitabha..." the old monk murmured, it was unclear whether he was trying to deliver the vengeful ghost or mourning his own crumbling faith.

What kind of being could draw such an evil-slaying talisman?
Could it be that Heaven has taken pity on us and sent down a true immortal to save this depraved world?
Before everyone could recover from the shock of the talisman spear, a muffled tremor suddenly came from the ground in the distance.

Deep within Linjiagang, a dark mass of corpses surged forth like a tide.

Their bodies were stiff, yet they leaped several meters in a single bound, landing with a heavy thud.

Looking around, they were all copper-armored zombies—their bodies were covered in dark copper rust, and their black fur stood up like steel needles.

What's even more chilling is that there are several exceptionally tall figures mixed in with the horde of zombies.

Their bodies shimmered with silver light, and their leaps created a whooshing sound, leaving behind menacing black footprints wherever they went—they were Silver-Armored Hairy Zombies!
"Form ranks!" Lieutenant Mo shouted sternly, and the soldiers quickly formed three ranks of firing formation.

The old monk took a deep breath and finally placed his finger on the cold trigger.

The leading Taoist priest gave a wry smile, sheathed the peach wood sword behind his back, and steadily lifted the rifle with both hands.

For the first time in thousands of years, monks, Taoist priests, and knights-errant stood side by side with soldiers, pointing their rifles, adorned with talismans, at the legendary bronze-armored silver zombies.

At this moment, not only was there a sense of oppression from the zombie horde, but also a strange change occurred in the sky above Linjiagang!

Thick black mist churned in the air, and countless grotesque ghosts with distorted faces and illusory forms appeared.

Their empty eye sockets locked onto the army below, emitting a series of extremely shrill screams.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

The piercing, deathly cry shook the air, causing ripples to spread. Where the sound waves passed, the ground crumbled and shattered.

If there were ordinary people here, they would probably have died with their livers and intestines torn apart and blood flowing from their seven orifices!

"Keep your mind focused!" Upon seeing this, the old monk immediately chanted Buddhist mantras, and a faint golden light emanated from his body.

Several Taoist priests then began chanting the purification mantra.

Other extraordinary individuals rang their ritual bells and shook their bronze drums, their various spiritual lights intertwining to desperately resist the all-pervasive sound waves.

However, when they subconsciously looked in the direction of Lieutenant Mo and the army's position, they all froze in shock.

Lieutenant Mo and the eight hundred soldiers remained stern-faced and in perfect formation, as if the deadly shriek that could kill an ordinary person was nothing more than the sound of the wind to them.

Only then did everyone realize that, without them noticing, a red talisman had been affixed to the chest armor of each soldier.

The crimson talisman was emitting a gentle and stable red light, like an invisible barrier that kept out all the howling ghosts.

As Lieutenant Mo was observing the movements of the zombie horde ahead, he heard the strained chanting of incantations by the old monk and others as they tried to resist.

Upon looking over, he saw that the various experts were using their own methods to fight against the ghostly sound, and their faces were all pale, indicating that they were having a very difficult time.

Lieutenant Mo was taken aback at first, then suddenly slapped his forehead, his face showing a look of realization and apology.

"Oh dear! What a terrible memory I have!" His loud voice sounded particularly jarring against the backdrop of ghostly wails. "I'm so sorry, so sorry! I forgot to also provide the talismans for warding off evil spirits bestowed by the Commander-in-Chief with all the masters!"

As he spoke, Lieutenant Mo casually pulled out a large stack of crimson talismans from his pocket.

The casual movement made it seem as if he were pulling out ordinary scraps of paper, not precious talismans.

He casually took half of it and handed it to the old monk and the others.

"Don't rush, everyone! There's enough for everyone!" He grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth. "Our Commander Lu is incredibly powerful; he can have as many divine talismans as he wants!"

As he spoke, the thick stack of crimson talismans radiating pure yang energy swayed incessantly in Lieutenant Mo's hand.

Seeing that each expert had been given five or six crimson talismans, Lieutenant Mo seemed to remember something and enthusiastically added.

"By the way, it's very easy to use! If you want to slay demons, just stick it on your weapon; if you want to protect yourself, just pat it on your body."

He patted the faintly glowing talisman on his chest and grinned.

"This talisman, personally bestowed by our Commander-in-Chief, repels all evil and removes all taboos! With this affixed, you may act with complete freedom—"

"The commander also said that there are plenty of exorcising talismans. He wants all the evil spirits in the world to know that it's time to change the rules of this world!"

The next moment, the number of corpses and vengeful ghosts increased, all surging in from all directions from Linjiagang.

Upon seeing this, Lieutenant Mo's smile vanished instantly, replaced by the cold sternness characteristic of a steely soldier.

He raised his right hand and swung it forward sharply: "All—fire!"

The command boomed like thunder.

The next instant, eight hundred rifles adorned with crimson talismans simultaneously unleashed tongues of fire!

The dense gunfire, like popping beans, was incessant, and the blazing barrage illuminated the dim world as bright as day.

Countless bullets, trailing faint light, streaked across the sky like a meteor shower flying in reverse, precisely piercing the zombie's body and penetrating the ghost's phantom.

"Ow—!"

"Ugh——!"

The zombies and vengeful ghosts immediately let out extremely mournful howls.

The copper-armored zombie that was shot had its fur peeled off, and thick white smoke rose from its body, as if it were being scorched by an invisible fire.

The vengeful spirits in the air were like ice and snow meeting the sun; they quickly melted away under the barrage of bullets, turning into wisps of green smoke.

The eerie and terrifying wails of ghosts and wolves had now turned into the desperate lamentations of these ghostly creatures.

Seeing the astonishing power of the rifle, the monks, Taoists, and extraordinary individuals who had been hesitant could no longer restrain themselves and, for the first time in their lives, tried to raise the rifles in their hands.

"Master! Look!" A little monk struggled to hold up a rifle that was taller than himself.

He excitedly pointed into the distance—the bronze-armored zombie that had been baring its fangs and claws just moments before was now blasted back several steps by the little monk's spear, its bronze armor shattering and billowing white smoke rising from it.

"Master, I hit two too!" Another young monk, not to be outdone, clumsily pulled back the bolt and fired several shots at the horde of zombies. Immediately afterward, two zombies fell to the ground.

The old monk watched as his two disciples, who usually couldn't even strike a wooden fish properly, were now holding rifles and shouting excitedly.

What's even more absurd is that the two of them were more efficient at eliminating zombies than I had been training for many years.

The old monk's lips twitched slightly at this.

While he was deeply shocked, his hands moved with remarkable efficiency.

The old monk looked at the horde of zombies ahead, took a deep breath, and steadily supported the gun with his withered left hand. "Amitabha," the old monk chanted as he pulled the trigger with his right hand, "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, so I will use this new method to help you all reach the Pure Land as soon as possible."

The gunshot rang out, with perfect accuracy.

Several bronze-armored figures retreated in response, their chests bursting open, splattering black blood everywhere.

The Taoist priests standing nearby watched with wide eyes, their peach wood swords nearly falling to the ground.

The martial arts masters exchanged bewildered glances—this old monk had just been using prayer beads to subdue demons, and in the blink of an eye he had learned to fire a gun; it was truly eye-opening.

However, the situation was urgent, leaving them no time to think.

"Whether it's a gun or a sword, as long as it can slay evil spirits, that's a good deed!"

Someone shouted, and everyone raised their guns and fired.

An hour later, the gunfire subsided.

On the smoke-filled streets, not a single evil spirit could stand up anymore; only charred ashes scattered in the wind remained.

However, the crimson pillar of light deep within Linjiagang still shot into the sky, turning half the sky black.

The surging malevolent energy not only did not weaken, but instead became even stronger.

"Woo——!!"

A sharp, piercing sound suddenly rang out as a dark golden figure tore through the thick fog, hurtling towards the army at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye!

"Golden Armor Flying Zombie... Although it hasn't completely transformed yet, it's almost there!" The old monk exclaimed in surprise, nearly dropping the rifle from his hand.

The Taoist priests' voices trembled: "Half-step golden armor, impervious to swords and spears, and unaffected by Taoist magic... What should we do!"

The dark gold corpse demon hovered in mid-air, its scarlet eyes like two ghostly flames, fixedly locked on the direction of Lieutenant Mo.

Lieutenant Mo remained expressionless and first whispered a few words to the guards beside him.

The soldier immediately obeyed the order and turned to speed away from the town.

He then waved his hand and shouted sternly, "All troops, focus fire! Fire!"

A barrage of bullets rained down once more, the scorching barrage engulfing the half-step golden-armored flying zombie.

However, this time the effect was far less than before—most of the bullets struck the dark gold corpse, sparking blinding sparks and producing a metallic clang, clearly indicating that they were difficult to penetrate.

However, a few bullets still accurately hit vulnerable spots such as joints and eye sockets, causing the corpse demon to roar repeatedly and splatter black blood.

Although it did not inflict a fatal wound, it successfully halted the beast's attack.

Just as the bullet barrage was beginning to wane, a series of heavy tire thuds came from behind.

More than ten soldiers were seen pushing a heavy mountain gun through the town gate.

A cold smile appeared on Deputy Officer Mo's lips, while the old monk and Qingyunzi and the others were already dumbfounded.

They never expected that the Dingnan Army would use such a powerful weapon of war to exorcise demons!
Amidst countless shocked gazes, Lieutenant Mo calmly lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

He casually exhaled a smoke ring and slammed a crimson talisman onto the cold cannon mount.

"Damn it, try this."

The next second, Lieutenant Mo bent down and lit the fuse with a cigarette butt. Sparks hissed along the fuse tube, drawing a resolute streak of light against the blood-red sky.

The shell tore through the air at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, striking precisely the chest of the half-step golden-armored flying zombie.

The moment it touched its target, gunpowder and some kind of magical exorcising talisman erupted, transforming into a golden sun that devoured everything.

The dark gold corpse that had filled the old monk and his companions with despair didn't even manage a single wail before disintegrating inch by inch in the deafening explosion.

The overwhelming malevolent aura melted away like ice and snow, eventually turning into countless wisps of ashes.

At the same time, the black sky covering Linjiagang shattered.

The long-awaited sunlight poured down, dispelling the gloom that had lingered for days.

Warmth returned to the land, and the suffocating stench in the air was replaced by the fresh scent of grass and trees.

Dead silence.

The old monk and the others were dumbfounded. The half-step golden armor flying zombie, which they considered almost invincible, was blasted into nothingness by a single cannon shot.
This completely overturns the traditional understanding of "exterminating evil" in the world of magic and sorcery that has lasted for thousands of years.

A Taoist priest couldn't help but ask, "Officer Mo... who exactly are you, deities descended to earth?"

Lieutenant Mo stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the dazed monks, Taoist priests, and other strange figures.

"We? We're just an ordinary team under the commander-in-chief, dedicated to sweeping away demons and monsters."

Then, he changed the subject, and his eyes suddenly flashed with a burning light: "Since you masters care about the common people, why don't you join my Dingnan Army Talisman Camp?"

In this chaotic world—where demons roam freely and people resort to cannibalism—must we continue chanting mantras for the dead to find peace?

"My commander has come with a destiny to end this hell on earth. You all have cultivated your supernatural powers for many years. Are you not willing to use them in a more effective way for the sake of the common people?"

As the cultivators gazed upon this extraordinary army, a fusion of steel and talismans, their worldviews were shattered, and they were filled with a complex mix of emotions.

In the silence, a Taoist priest stepped forward first, flicked his whisk, and his voice resounded throughout the surrounding area: "May the Heavenly Venerable grant boundless blessings! My Yu Huo Temple lineage is willing to join the Commander-in-Chief's ranks and enter this Talisman Camp!"

His gaze was piercing, and his words were resounding: "The people of this chaotic world have suffered for far too long. I am willing to dedicate my life to following Commander Lu in sweeping away all evil and cleansing the world!"

"Count me in!"

"I am willing to go!"

The crowd was immediately stirred, and everyone responded: "I will write a letter right away and persuade my old friends to come and serve us!"

"It is our destiny to vanquish demons and monsters, and now that we have found a wise ruler, the time is ripe!"

Only the old monk remained silent with his head bowed. After a long while, he gently twirled his prayer beads and chanted, "Amitabha... Well done, well done."

Although he didn't say it explicitly, his standing figure spoke volumes—in this bustling world, the old monk had decided to travel with the Talisman Camp.

In the quiet room of the Marshal's Mansion in Dingnan County, Lu Xuan slowly opened his eyes, his gaze seemingly swirling with crimson flames.

With a slight thought, a mysterious light screen, visible only to him, unfolded before his eyes.

Host: Lu Xuan, the Immortal of the Mortal World (Seventh Incarnation)

Realm: Celestial Master (Minor Success)

Technique: Yangyan Talisman Fire True Scripture (10/9)

Score: 897802
Looking at the 50 system points that had surged in the points column, a smile appeared on Lu Xuan's lips.

This was the system points that Lieutenant Mo obtained by leading a thousand talisman battalionmen to quell the zombie hordes in Linjiagang and Heishui Town.

(End of this chapter)