As soon as the Human Emperor Banner came out, I became the Lord of the Old Ones

Chapter 268 The True Black Dream Elite

"He's a master!"

Xu Yan whistled softly, his eyes sparkling.

It wasn't because the other side shot and destroyed the armored van.

It was because Xu Yan keenly sensed that the two shots fired by the other party, no more than three seconds apart, were actually fired from different floors and different rooms more than twenty meters apart.

The first shot came from the seventeenth floor of the building to the southeast.

The second shot, however, came from the thirteenth floor.

Judging from the gunshot and the ripples of the bullets, it was definitely the same gun and the same gunman who switched shooting positions in an instant.

These are qualities possessed only by top-tier snipers.

Not to mention, the enemy's bullets penetrated the dense fog of mithril stabilizer, and despite being suppressed, they still possessed such terrifying power.

Without the interference of the mithril mist, it might be possible to blow up a real armored transport vehicle with a single shot!
As soon as the gunfire subsided, elite squads from the Black Dream organization appeared from the roadside.

Xu Yan instantly locked onto at least four attackers with unusual appearances and powerful auras.

Behind one of the burly men, who was over two meters tall, emerged a guardian spirit that resembled a primordial serpent.

As the giant python crawled over the traffic jam, all the vehicles were as fragile as matchboxes, crushed by it and leaving deep ruts.

A tall woman with fiery red hair, like burning flames, released tendril-like flames from her body, lashing the earth relentlessly and leaving behind crisscrossing streaks of fire that lingered for a long time.

An ordinary-looking Black man, without summoning a guardian spirit, encountered a truck blocking the road. He overturned the truck, which was loaded with heavy goods, with his bare hands. The truck rolled more than a dozen times and flew seventy or eighty meters, scattering hundreds of boxes of goods all over the ground.

The last gunman, wearing a skull bandana and mask and dressed in camouflage, strolled leisurely through the chaotic intersection with his hands in his pockets. Behind him, dozens of guns of varying sizes and lengths floated, all of them seemingly drawn by invisible threads, controlled by his will, and becoming extensions of his limbs.

The four attackers walked with the imposing presence of a thousand troops, seemingly oblivious to their surroundings.

Adding to the sniper hidden in the southeast, the five elite warriors of the Black Dream organization were three to five times stronger than the team that raided the underground arena. Even from this distance, Xu Yan could smell the chilling killing intent emanating from them, an intent that could only be cultivated through long-term immersion in mountains of corpses and seas of blood. He couldn't help but be on high alert.

Jean-Jacques also realized that something was very wrong.

Ignoring the burning vehicle blocking the road, they desperately reversed.

The luxury sedan crashed heavily into the burning minivan. Its specially modified engine roared deafeningly, gradually pushing the burning minivan away.

They were on the verge of finding a way to survive.

Among the four attackers, the black man who appeared to be a master of the "no-card" technique stepped forward, casually grabbed a car blocking the road, and threw it at the burning van as if it were a small pebble.

"boom!"

The van and the sedan collided violently, creating a dazzling fireball that not only blocked the road again, but also spread the fire to Jean-Jacques' luxury car.

The luxury car groaned helplessly.

No matter how loud the engine roared and how much smoke billowed from the wheels, it could not retract even half a step.

The door of the armored commercial vehicle at the front was kicked open from the inside.

Seven or eight bodyguards nimbly pounced on them.

As soon as they got off the vehicle, they activated their sealing cards, summoned their guardian spirits, and rolled around looking for obstacles to avoid being ambushed by snipers.

Their coordination was excellent; they spread out in battle formation and surrounded the luxury car. At this moment, the four attackers also crossed the burning wreckage and arrived at the rear of the luxury car.

The two sides fought hand to hand.

The armed bodyguards opened fire first.

A dense barrage of fire tore through the mithril mist, raining down on the four attackers.

The attacker, who was over two meters tall, snapped his fingers lightly.

The giant, python-like guardian spirit instantly coiled around the seven or eight cars around it, effortlessly throwing them in front of itself and its companions, forming an iron shield that withstood the first wave of attacks from the armed bodyguards.

The red-haired female attacker let out a shriek.

Her long, fiery hair danced wildly, plunging deep into the ground before emerging again moments later from beneath the feet of the armed bodyguards.

The armed bodyguards never expected that the raider's guardian spirit would have the ability to travel freely underground.

The two bodyguards' feet were instantly pierced by the fire snakes, their flesh, bones, and steel-plated combat boots burning together.

Two unfortunate bodyguards escaped the attack from the soles of their feet.

The fire serpent, however, seemed to possess an evil life force. From a very tricky angle, it pierced their inner thighs and then burrowed into their abdominal cavities.

Their contorted expressions revealed that their internal organs had been burned beyond recognition in a mere instant.

When the extremely hot fire serpents encountered the extremely cold mithril mist, they instead incorporated the soil and gravel they had brought up from the ground into the bodyguards' charred wounds, and even firmly fixed the bodyguards' feet to the ground.

A bodyguard panicked and tried to pull his feet off with brute force.

Large chunks of flesh on his soles immediately peeled off, and he pulled out only a section of white foot bone from the solidified ground.

This scene terrified all the bodyguards, and their morale plummeted instantly.

They no longer cared about their so-called mission.

They tried to crawl back into the depths of the mithril mist and escape to any place away from the attackers.

The attacker, whose back was suspended by a gun, opened his arms and slowly floated into the air.

The guns that had been hovering behind him now slowly rotated around him, spraying out lines of fire that symbolized destruction.

He single-handedly unleashed a more ferocious and precise barrage of fire than the combined fire of all the bodyguards earlier.

Blood blossomed from the necks of all the bodyguards.

Even if the bodyguards managed to roll away and hide behind obstacles, they would be precisely targeted by bullets that seemed to have eyes and wings within half a second, resulting in a clean and decisive headshot.

In just half a minute, nearly twenty bodyguards in the two armored vans were all killed in a gruesome manner.

Four attackers surrounded the limousine.

One of the Black men reached out and easily tore open the limousine's interior as if peeling a banana.

Inside the limousine, the driver and a bodyguard leader sitting in the back seat appeared to be trying to resist.

The red-haired female attacker flicked her head, and seven or eight fire snakes immediately burrowed into the wrecked carriage, then entered the bodies of the driver and the head bodyguard through their mouths, noses, eyes, and ears.

(End of this chapter)