Otherworld Bone Dragon Operation Guide

Chapter 245 Group ridicule
But it was too late.

The lead singer's voice suddenly boomed out in the next moment, and the infernal sound waves, as if they were real, completely engulfed his voice.

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When Su Ming heard the inexplicable plucking technique and the prelude that was initially low but quickly became intense and noisy, he realized that he had made a mistake.

The music store owner copied a folder of sheet music for him called "Dearth Medal," which turned out to be "Death Metal"—death metal music!

Although Su Ming requested gentle music, Miao Xin had suppressed his emotions to avoid the persistent sales harassment from the music store owner, which unexpectedly caused a bug.

Su Ming then discovered that Newman, using some unknown method, had managed to extract a considerable amount of material from the defensive array without altering its original function, and construct a sound amplification array. This array perfectly linked with the core array within the Gospel Body, forming a chilling enhancement system.

So these are basic skills for engineers, huh?

As the millennium-old hallmark of the Temple of Light, the Gospel's most functional components are dedicated to sound optimization. Its design employs a unique pinpoint sound wave projection technology, allowing people at a distance to clearly hear "the gospel from God."

But in the hands of such a band, and with the added blessing of the echoing magic circle, it has now become the "mad words of the devil" that aids and abets evil!
Su Ming suddenly recalled Hans St.'s hoarse voice—the old man's voice was hoarse due to a throat injury. If he didn't speak with restraint, it would sound like rusty gears grinding against each other.

Goodness, we've got them all!
As expected, a scream even more ear-piercing than the scraping of metal suddenly erupted, its heart-wrenching ferocity shaking the entire arena. Even the two Saint-level powerhouses who were engaged in fierce combat high in the sky were startled into a moment of stunned silence by this ghostly howl.

But none of these can compare to the thrill felt by the bears in the VIP seats inside the arena.

When the vocals of "Spirit Crusher" (by Death) tear through the snowfield, they blend seamlessly with the previously distorted strings and brutal drums, pushing auditory violence to new heights.

Hanster's already devastating voice shifted wildly between extreme roars and shrill black cries, like a curse from the abyss. This malevolent sonic wave spread across the snowfield like a materialized darkness.

Some bear-men covered their ears with their claws, but still could not stop the soul-piercing hammer; others frantically banged their heads against the ground, trying to fight against this mental pollution with pain.

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Inside the cockpit of the doomsday motorcycle, Hanster had never felt so exhilarated. He had originally just wanted to find a new lead singer to unleash his potential. But the death metal music that Su Ming brought him completely overturned his understanding of the genre.

Does a ruined voice mean you can't sing? Does a hoarse voice mean it's not musical?
Absolutely wrong! Compared to the greatness of Death Metal, these are all the foolish opinions of ordinary people!

Hansster's fingers danced wildly across the strings, the melody abruptly shifting, the guitar emitting a dizzying shriek and glissando. This power, amplified layer by layer, instantly enveloped the entire snowfield. In that instant, the music became even more soaring, even more ferocious.

A powerful fighting spirit swept through the minds of all the bear-men like a tidal wave.

"war!"

The thought exploded in their minds. Every bear-man present had a crimson glow in their eyes, their bodies swelled at a visible rate, and their claws became even sharper. They roared deafeningly and charged towards the Doomsday Motorcycle with reckless abandon.

Reason was completely banished at this moment; all that remained in their eyes was the fervor ignited by the war song and the boiling anger that had been provoked!

The bear of heaven is calling them!

But a more powerful figure charged out from behind the bear pack. Evanbel, his eyes bloodshot, roughly shoved aside his tribesmen blocking his path. He slammed his fist on the snow, responding with a deafening roar:

"It's all mine!"

The song's amplifying effect allowed the Bear Clan Chieftain to achieve a qualitative leap in power, briefly stepping into the Saint-level realm!

If we disregard the side effects, the amplification effect of this music on bear-men is simply unbelievable!
Evanbel ran faster and faster, his entire body transforming into a streak of crimson light as he headed straight for the Doomsday Motorbike.

"boom!"

The loudest explosion since the start of the war erupted, and the Doomsday Train visibly came to a halt and slowed down. The shields on the entire train body deformed violently at that moment and almost collapsed.

Inside the driver's cab, everyone stumbled, and the strings in Hanster and Newman's hands snapped simultaneously.

As expected of a Saint-level expert! Even though it was only a brief period of time before he entered this realm, his strength is now incomparable to what it was before!

A victorious smile spread across Evanbel's face. He had won this duel between warriors!
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The doomsday motorcycle continued forward, and Evanbel braced himself against its obstacle-clearing blade, unleashing a roar of excitement as he began to push. The unprecedented power ignited his euphoria—if he could defeat this behemoth of bone and iron, he would become the greatest bear-man of all time!
But just as he was putting all his effort into it, the obstacle-clearing shovel on his left suddenly collapsed. Evanbel's left palm sank completely in, slamming into the thick nail board with a "smack!" The sharp nails instantly pierced his palm, the barbs dripping with blood and chunks of flesh.

"You little devil!" Newman grinned maliciously. He had already modified the obstacle-clearing shovel—the left side was normal, but the right side was only covered with a layer of iron plate, behind which was a spike trap!

He reached out and pressed a red button on the control panel.

Evanbel realized something was wrong the instant he smashed through the obstacle-clearing shovel, but the sudden turn of events caused him to lose his balance. Those barbed spikes were just the appetizer—the two lampshades on his lower right suddenly exploded, and two 100mm smoothbore shells shot out!

Evanbel didn't even have time to think about what kind of weapon it was before countless metal fragments exploded on his arms and shoulders. The light emanating from him visibly diminished.

What a terrifying thing is this?!
Newman gave him no chance to catch his breath, pressing the button again. The roller-type magazine quickly switched to the next shell, and another pair of 100mm tungsten alloy discarding sabot armor-piercing rounds roared out.

This time, Evanbel wasn't so lucky. The light on his body completely dissipated, blood mist exploded on him, and the huge impact pushed him away from the apocalypse motorcycle.

"Damn sturdy!" Newman slammed the button repeatedly.

"Boom boom boom!"

Four more loud explosions followed, as all eight armor-piercing rounds struck Evanbel at close range, riddling him with holes. The bear-man chieftain collapsed onto the snow like a rag doll, his blood quickly staining a large patch of snow red.

The doomsday motorcycle braked suddenly, coming to a stop just in front of his corpse.

"Such hard bones, it would be a waste to break them. Even a half-saint is still a saint!" Newman said thankfully. He opened the car door, walked to the motorcycle's outer platform, and gathered magic power in his claws.

The next moment, a skeletal bear slowly rose from Evanbel's body, its empty eye sockets flickering with eerie blue soul fire.

Meanwhile, Hanster and Eunil had worked together to pry open the front armor of the motorcycle, revealing the 100mm rotary cannon hidden inside. Skull Bear stood up, and under Newman's control, picked up the cannon, unlocking the magazine with a "click." Six scorching hot cartridge cases fell onto the snow, kicking up a large cloud of white steam.

Qiluo pushed over a small cart with a "bullet belt" made of sturdy ropes, strung with a row of 100mm shells.

The skeleton bear carried the shells on its back and then loaded the high-explosive shells one by one into the magazine. After repeating this six times, it closed the magazine.

In the biting wind, the skeleton bear jumped off the motorcycle, its widened and thickened bone claws landing heavily on the snow.

Newman jumped down right after him, landing directly on the skeleton bear's back. He grabbed its neck with one hand and stood with his ribs pointed at him.

He looked at the terrified bear-man warriors in front of him, and manipulated the skeleton bear to close the breechblock in its hand with a clanging click.

“Now let me tell you,” Newman’s voice echoed, “what is a ‘necromantic machine’!”

"Bye-bye, let's go find that big stone man to play with!" Qiluo waved to the two of them.

The doomsday vehicle started up, made a 180-degree U-turn, and headed towards the battlefield where Gerus and Rogkin were.

“God said, ‘Go forward four times!’” the Gospel joyfully proclaimed.

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Roggen stood frozen on the snow, staring incredulously at the distant battle.

Evanbel the Bearman—the chieftain of the Bearman tribe who once struck fear into the hearts of countless humans—not only failed to harm the giant bone-iron beast in the slightest, but was also completely defeated by it and even transformed into an undead puppet, thus becoming part of the enemy's fighting force.

No matter how many times Roggen witnesses this scene, he will always feel that necromancers are the most shameless beings on the battlefield!

It's no wonder that their organization is so wary of them, and goes to great lengths to exterminate the undead lineage of the Taiya plane.

The mountains here are low and have limited slopes; otherwise, that collision would likely have triggered a series of avalanches. Even so, the violent tremors caused the surrounding snow to slide off, leaving winding tracks on the hillside.

The enormous locomotive was now belching thick black smoke and white steam, heading straight towards him. Its tracks creaked as they ground through the snow, growing ever closer.

Without hesitation, Ruogejin removed his heavy rock armor. As the earth magic dissipated, the hard rocks peeled off his body like molting skin, creating shallow craters in the snow. He quickly cast a levitation spell, preparing to escape this dangerous battlefield.

As soon as he flew out, a smoky gray chain flew over and wrapped around his ankle like a serpent, pulling him back to his feet.

"Fenrir's Beard", a relic-grade binding weapon!

"If you want to leave, ask me first!" came the cold voice of the silver-masked man.

Since the start of the war, Silverface has been consistently countered by Evanbel's Thick Skin and Rogkin's Rock Armor, achieving nothing.

Now, he finally has his chance to shine!
(End of this chapter)