The Magic Lamp Ability: Starting with One Person in the Republic of China Era

Zhou Ming casually grabbed the foot of a Blood Demon soldier, and a card appeared in his hand, featuring a large, constantly burning fireball.

He slapped the target directly into his body, then turned to look at the sea, his arm muscles tensing. After a running start, he threw the target out with great force.

The little Japanese Blood Demon Soldier instantly flew into the sky, and the card that had been successfully fused within him was also activated.

He directly activated the suicidal skill, burning all his cultivation, soul, and body. Moreover, having learned from his previous experience, this time the burning was even faster and more efficient.

Unfortunately, this Blood Demon Soldier didn't devour many people, and its cultivation level was even lower than that of the first-generation Fireball. In the end, it only burned to a diameter of 3.4 meters, which wasn't much larger.

The massive fireball locked onto a relatively small passenger ship and flew towards it at high speed.

"Boom!"

The fireball exploded on the passenger ship like fireworks, though not enough to directly destroy it. The flames were already raging, and those on board were doomed unless they jumped overboard.

Hundreds of Japanese soldiers jumped off the ship, while some were burned to death inside.

One of the Japanese soldiers had just surfaced, taking rapid, deep breaths, his pupils constricted as he stared in fear at the burning ship.

"Whoosh!" An arrow pierced his head.

Zhou Ming, who was throwing the third person's fusion card away, saw this scene. After throwing the person away, he turned to look at the Ranger.

At this moment, the wandering knight was half-crouching, drawing his bow and shooting an arrow, muttering to himself.

"Calm down, I can still kill those Japanese devils, the boss won't touch me. Calm down..." She kept repeating this in a low voice, not knowing whether she was trying to encourage herself or deliberately saying it to remind Zhou Ming.

Seeing this, some of the seven people, who were already increasingly frightened, started to imitate it.

Zhou Ming glanced at it with bloodshot eyes, then continued throwing Blood Demon Soldiers.

One after another, huge fireballs rose into the air, varying in size, with the largest being only three and a half meters in diameter.

Because everything burned and transformed into the power of a fireball, the Blood Fiend Talisman didn't bring back much Blood Fiend power when it returned to the body; only a very small amount.

Fireballs rained down on all the passenger ships like cannonballs.

Even if a single shot cannot destroy it, the passenger ship will inevitably be sunk under continuous bombardment.

When only 17 Blood Demon Soldiers remained, all the passenger ships sank to the bottom of the sea, and a large number of Japanese soldiers floated on the ocean.

This bombardment killed many Japanese soldiers, but it didn't cover them all at once, so there was enough time for the Japanese to jump ship and escape.

Whether it was because they discovered this or it was just an accident, a naval gun fired at a corner of the high-rise building where Zhou Ming was located.

Zhou Ming had a keen sense of perception and immediately locked onto the shell the moment it appeared, its flight trajectory clearly different from the others.

"Oh no!" Zhou Ming's scalp tingled, his whole body jolted, and his adrenaline surged.

He turned and ran into the distance, his bloodthirsty power erupting rapidly, increasing his burst speed in that instant.

Having been secretly watching Zhou Ming's electromagnetic cannon, he witnessed this scene and was immediately startled.

He hurriedly got up to run away, and whether it was due to his urgency or his exceptional talent, the electromagnetic ring naturally appeared on his ankle, instantly stimulating his legs to burst out with even greater speed.

The wandering swordsman naturally noticed this scene as well, and he ran after it as well.

These descriptions, though numerous, all depict fleeting moments; the shells had already landed on a corner of the rooftop.

And the pickup truck was hiding there, watching as the thigh-thick shells fell right in front of it.

"Boom!"

A violent explosion erupted, and the outer shockwave instantly tore apart the pickup truck's defenses, sending scorching flames surging and engulfing everything.

Pikachu was instantly pulverized, but this slightly weakened the power of the side behind him, which could be considered as making a contribution to Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming had already jumped more than ten meters away from the tall building, and a huge impact came from behind him.

The immense force instantly penetrated his internal organs, and Zhou Ming clearly felt the pain of his internal organs being shaken at that moment, but a flash of inspiration allowed him to seize the opportunity.

Iron Shirt, which had been stuck at the peak of the third realm, broke through in an instant, and a shockwave was generated within its body.

The immense force sent Zhou Ming flying seventy or eighty meters, crashing him into a pile of rubble.

Chapter 47 Recovery and Sword Forging

"What did you say? Fujiwara is dead!" the captain practically roared.

Upon hearing this news, he felt a wave of dizziness, realizing that there was no possibility of further advancement in his political career.

"Damn Chinese bastard, kill him! We must kill him to avenge Fujiwara! I want his head! Send Nakamura Masaji to find the murderer immediately after landing! I want his head!" the captain roared in extreme rage.

Only that person's brain can salvage his political career.

After the bombardment ended, the fleet sailed to the dock, and once it docked, a large number of soldiers began to disembark.

One of them, after going around in circles, finally arrived at a collapsed high-rise building.

"What ruthless methods," Nakamura Shoji said, looking at the gruesome corpse.

That was the skeleton of a Blood Demon soldier, dried-up skin and bones.

Nakamura Shoji reached out and grabbed the skull of the skeleton, pulling it off in one swift motion.

A purplish-red light emerged from his hand, and after a moment, the skull came to life.

Its eyes glowed eerily, and the entire skull rose into the air, spun around, and then flew off in one direction.

"Thank goodness he didn't go far." Nakamura Shoji breathed a sigh of relief and then quickly followed.

the other side.

Zhou Ming clutched his chest, enduring the pain of his internal injuries, and turned to look back at the distant port, where a large number of Japanese soldiers were disembarking from warships.

"Is this the terror of heavy firepower?" Zhou Ming let out a long sigh.

Although the memories and experiences from the previous life all pointed to the terror of heavy firepower, most of the memories were of various devastating missiles. On the battlefield of World War II, Germany did not create its first missile until 1944.

This led Zhou Ming to misjudge the upper limit of heavy firepower in this era; he never imagined that heavy artillery would have such terrifying power.

"A single shot could collapse a building, or even shatter it to pieces. Does this era even have such powerful artillery?" Zhou Ming recalled the perilous scene from before.

After running for more than ten meters, the shockwave nearly killed Zhou Ming. If a piece of shrapnel had hit his upper body, he would probably have died on the spot.

Zhou Ming glanced behind him and saw that only three people had escaped: Ranger, Electromagnetic Cannon, and Old Six.

“The losses are really heavy. I need to go back and rest. And my injuries…” Zhou Ming’s eyes lit up before he could finish speaking.

"Just when you're sleepy, a pillow comes to your head. Those Japanese are really kind! They knew I was injured, so they sent me over," Zhou Ming said with a light laugh.

"Are there pursuers?" The aching swordsman suddenly exclaimed excitedly.

He was the furthest from the bomb when it exploded, and as a ranger, he was very fast, but he was still nearly killed by the blast.

The electromagnetic cannon next to it immediately became alert, its body surrounded by electromagnetic rings, forcibly stimulating and numbing its senses to suppress the pain.

The electromagnetic railgun survived not only because of its great distance, but also because its ability to form an electromagnetic ring created an extremely stable structure that absorbed a small portion of the impact force.

The reason why Kamo Shinroku survived was the same as Zhou Ming's: his cultivation was strong, but he was also seriously injured.

In comparison, Zhou Ming suffered the least injury.

"You three pretend to rest here for a bit," Zhou Ming ordered the three of them before disappearing into the reeds.

Under the watchful eye of the Blood Eagle in the sky, Nakamura Shoji quickly tracked after them.

"Is it just ahead?" Nakamura looked at the reeds beside him, walked in to conceal himself, and slowly made his way towards his target.

This place is very open; apart from the reeds, there is nowhere to hide.

Nakamura Shoji carefully advanced, but suddenly a glance out of the corner of his eye made him freeze.

Three wounded men were sitting by the reeds; two were taking a deep breath, while the third stood guard.

"They dare to rest so openly outside the reeds, these Chinese are really a bunch of...wait, Kamo Shinroku?" Nakamura Shoji was shocked. How did he end up with the Chinese? And judging from the way they looked, he was actually standing guard for them?

Almost at the same moment that Nakamura Shoji relaxed due to shock, two voices rang out together.

"Buzz!"

"brush!"

"Not good!" Nakamura Shoji realized something was wrong. Just as he was about to retaliate, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, his vision went black, and he felt dizzy for a moment.

If he were in a state of high alert, Nakamura Shoji would at most feel a pang of pain in his heart, but he would never let his blood rush back and his vision go black, causing a moment of dizziness.

The white, jade-like disc sliced ​​through all the obstructing reeds and instantly appeared before Nakamura Shoji.

A cyan blade of light appeared simultaneously, resembling a dragon's head, and bit directly at Nakamura Shoji's head.

"Bang!" His head flew off and smashed to the side, but not a drop of blood flowed out.

Because the Blood Fiend Scythe was stuck in the corpse, frantically absorbing its blood.

Zhou Ming then stood up from the side, dusted himself off, and smiled with a rosy complexion.

The body's internal injuries are recovering rapidly, with streams of life force repairing the damage.

"You three carry this body up, we're retreating," Zhou Ming said to the three men after he came out.

"Yes!" The three nodded hurriedly, walked into the reeds, and soon carried out a headless corpse.

“I currently have 102 free Blood Fiend Talismans in my body. I only need 91 more to forge another Blood Fiend Scythe.” Zhou Ming glanced at the headless corpse being carried by the three men.

“This guy’s limbs and spine can all be used as materials to forge five Blood Fiend Demon Blades. We’re still missing two more materials.” Zhou Ming led everyone back to the stronghold from last night, which was also in this reed marsh.

"Dig up the remaining bones from yesterday!"

The three wandering knights nodded, put the body down, and, enduring the pain, continued working.

When the remains were unearthed, Zhou Ming had already divided the body and extracted the materials he needed.

"You can rest now," Zhou Ming said calmly. The fact that these three people survived proved their worth.

Unlike those six people, who were either talentless or stupid.

"Yes, boss!" Ranger and Mortar both breathed a sigh of relief, their hearts filled with joy.

The electromagnetic cannon walked to the side, then sat down on the ground, lying back and not wanting to move at all.

However, when he saw the wandering knight sitting cross-legged on the ground, practicing the breathing technique taught by the boss, with his Qi being constantly moved around.

He shuddered and quickly sat up cross-legged to begin his own cultivation.

Through this practice, I discovered the wonder of Qi, and the injuries in my body seemed to have been somewhat relieved.