Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 369 [Kneel Down]

The battle broke out in an instant.

Ethan raised his gun and shot three men in the head with a single shot.

Having not drunk blood for a long time, Ebony's power, amplified by Ethan's increasingly powerful true name, far surpassed its previous strength by several times.

Even if this group of people were truly well-trained and powerful, they couldn't withstand a single shot from him.

Johnson, who had been in a deep drunken state, seemed to have finally calmed down a bit. His skin was all red, and he used a knife to cut open his flesh and blood, actually bleeding himself out.

His combat skills were indeed quite high. Even though he didn't realize he was drunk rather than poisoned, he figured out that blood was the key.

The rapid bloodletting immediately revitalized him, and for Johnson, bloodletting, an act that would be extremely taxing on physical strength and vitality for most people, seemed like nothing more than excretion.

He even returned to the battlefield while bleeding himself out.

He blocked Ethan's fourth bullet.

At the same time, he let out a low growl.

That low growl completely surpassed Vincent's previous growl, making the men who had been suppressed suddenly seem to perk up.

Ethan, on the contrary, suffered a psychological blow.

Johnson is indeed a member of the military; his real name is War God, and his rank is much higher than Vincent's.

With a battle cry, Johnson charged towards Ethan.

He was confident that if Ethan hadn't poisoned him, he would have had no chance of losing to Ethan in close combat.

Ethan narrowed his eyes as he saw him press forward, as if he was finally getting serious.

Then, just as Johnson's bayonet was about to reach him, he extended his left hand and lightly flicked it.

next moment.

Johnson was sent flying without any chance to stop him, flying like a piece of paper.

Ethan then fired another shot.

Completely leisurely.

After firing the shot, Ethan shook his head, put away the ebony, and said to the shadows that were still not illuminated by the light, "Stop hiding, come out and attack us all."

Ethan's shot did not kill Johnson.

He was flying in mid-air when he was caught by a strong arm.

As for the bullet, it was caught by the other hand with his bare hands.

The owner of that hand picked up the still-hot bullet and looked at it closely.

"It seems Your Highness's preparations were correct; you are indeed stronger than I imagined."

This person didn't say Ethan was very strong, just that he was a little stronger.

He held the bullet in his hand and crushed it into powder; his physical strength had reached a terrifying level.

However, his physique doesn't look like that of an extremely muscular man; he looks even thinner than Johnson.

And two more people emerged from the darkness.

Vincent looked at these people, but his pupils contracted slightly.

"Be careful, these people are at least level five."

Like knows like best.

Those of the same kind know best the scent of their own kind.

As the owner of the true name of the God of War, Vincent naturally knew very well how terrifying a level five God of War was.

Their bodies had become incredibly strong and their strength was extremely exaggerated.

Most importantly, their fighting spirit and fighting conviction reached an unimaginable level.

A true warrior at the fifth level of the God of War rank can rival an elite army of a thousand on the battlefield.

An absolute war monster.

Now, there are three.

Ethan nodded and said, "Vincent, you go out first and help the brothers outside. I'll take care of things here."

As he spoke, he slowly drew the silver rapier.

It pointed to those three people.

Vincent remained silent for a moment, then nodded and walked towards the door.

He could only trust Ethan.

At the same time, he slowly clenched his fist, as if he had made some kind of decision. The three people were quite disciplined, or rather, too confident, and didn't take Vincent seriously at all, nor did they stop him from leaving.

He waited until he walked out of the house before the door suddenly slammed shut.

Darkness enveloped the room, and visibility became extremely low.

The three men slowly surrounded Ethan, while simultaneously biting their fingers, leaving bloody marks on the ground.

These marks, following the footsteps of the three people, slowly formed a pattern, or perhaps some kind of barrier.

Ethan, however, already knew the meaning behind this move.

Deathmatch Arena.

It is one of the true name abilities of the God of War's true name five.

The unique characteristic is that anyone surrounded by this arena, which is made of flesh and blood, will be completely locked in and unable to leave until death.

The person who activates the arena will gain a multiplied increase in power.

Ethan was facing three at once.

But he did not retreat; he remained standing in place, as if waiting for the opponent's arena to be completed.

"Waiting to die isn't like this! At least put up a fight!"

Of the three, the guy who caught Ethan's bullet seemed a bit bored by Ethan's reaction and said something.

He seemed to be hoping Ethan would escape.

Even if some resist desperately, that's fine.

The atmosphere right now is so boring.

"Get the job done. Stop with your nonsense. This is His Highness's business."

The other two opposed his idea, and they even sped up, leaping onto Ethan's back in one go.

As the blood dripped, the arena was finally completed.

“Alright, then, Ethan, before we kill you, you are entitled to know our names, because…”

The man was somewhat displeased by his companion's reprimand, but he still spoke up.

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly realized that Ethan was gone.

His pupils constricted, but his face showed excitement.

"So, you're finally going to rebel? Well then, I, Cass..."

"I don't want to remember the names of dead people."

Ethan interrupted him again, and the silver rapier pierced towards him like the wind.

"What an arrogant brat, I like him."

The man whose name had been interrupted reached out his hand to take Ethan's silver rapier.

result……

This sword.

It crushed his palm with an intensity he could not have imagined.

His flesh and blood were strong enough that he wouldn't get hurt even if he withstood the alchemical cannons on the battlefield, but his palm was pierced by a seemingly inconspicuous rapier.

Flesh and blood tore apart.

Even the moment after the sword pierces through.

His eyes suddenly went blank, and he knelt down directly in front of Ethan.

An enemy that can be defeated in one battle.

With just one sword strike, he had already knelt down.

Those wild and outrageous words could no longer come out of his mouth.

Ethan turned around and looked coldly at the remaining two people.

Even though they were indifferent to life and death on the battlefield, they felt that nothing could shake their resolve.

At that moment, they actually trembled slightly.

They don't understand.

Because they don't realize they are looking directly at the gods.

(End of this chapter)