Simultaneously traversing from Type-Moon

He uses "gunpowder magic," which originated from a thought magic created by a certain alchemist in the pre-Qin period. It has been passed down from generation to generation and has been continuously improved with the changing times, and is now extremely mature.

Ordinary magicians are no match for him. If Ye Sizhen hadn't personally witnessed Du Can's strength, she would never have recommended a newcomer who had only recently joined the Spiral Hall to challenge such an opponent.

Du Can reviewed the information repeatedly and had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

Let's rest for a few days before setting off.

……

a few days later.

Du Can boarded a plane and left his city. This time, he traveled a long distance, his destination being the border between China and Myanmar.

……

The night was thick along the border.

A group of people moved furtively through the jungle, their steps hurried and frantic.

"Hurry up, hurry up! Once we cross that line, we'll be in Myanmar!"

"With room and board included and a monthly salary of 100,000, I must get there before they close down."

"I'll be free soon!"

They lowered their voices, their tone filled with excitement and nervousness. The night concealed their figures.

After wading through a dry riverbed, they finally set foot on the other side of the land, successfully crossing the border and stepping onto another piece of land.

Someone took a deep breath, opened their arms, and their face showed a look of ecstatic joy, as if they had survived a disaster: "The scent of freedom... it smells so sweet."

The words had barely left his mouth—

boom!

With a loud bang, dirt flew everywhere, and a person was blown into the air.

He screamed and tumbled several times in the air before crashing heavily to the ground. A large part of his body was blown apart, and his fate was unknown, but judging from his appearance, he was most likely dead.

"What...what's going on?!"

"They actually planted landmines here?!"

"Run!"

The survivors panicked and instinctively turned to run back. However, the moment they crossed the border, their escape route was cut off.

boom!

Another person was blown away.

"How could this be?! There were definitely no landmines when we came here..."

"You must have been lucky just now that no one stepped on it. There definitely won't be any more next time!"

They comforted themselves with this thought.

The next moment—

Boom! ...

A series of explosions erupted one after another, as if an entire minefield had awakened simultaneously. Flames burst forth one after another, screams, cries, and calls for help mingled together, and the air was filled with a strong stench of blood.

Many people were blown into the sky and then fell heavily to the ground. Their fate is unknown, but they are likely dead.

The few survivors slumped to the ground, trembling. Around them were the remains of the dead, splattered blood, and scattered entrails—a scene of utter carnage, like a living hell.

"How is this possible..."

"Help! Someone save me!"

"I'm not running away anymore! I'm not running away anymore!"

They shouted frantically, their voices echoing across the empty border, but there was no response. This was a no-man's-land; few people would come here except for those with ulterior motives like them.

Their cries for help didn't summon reinforcements, but they did summon someone else.

It was a hunched-over person, leaning on a cane, with a black mask covering his face completely.

No one knew when he appeared. Just moments ago, there was no one around, but now he was standing there, right in front of them, as if he had grown out of the ground.

He spoke. His voice was deep and hoarse, with an indescribable bewitching quality that sent chills down one's spine.

"Hehehe... Since you've crossed that line, it means you've accepted an unknown fate. For example—death."

The survivors were terrified.

"Ghost... ghost!"

"Don't kill me! I'm a good person!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

They were already on edge from the horrific scene, and when they saw this ghostly figure appear, their nerves snapped completely, and they became incoherent, tears streaming down their faces.

The man looked at them quietly and shook his head: "Why? You are not even afraid of the country's laws, but you are afraid of me, a disabled person? Oh... because the law can't kill you, but I can."

He shook his head, as if regretting something.

Then, he slowly raised one of his hands, which was supporting him with a cane. The hand was withered and shriveled, with little muscle, and trembled slightly, like an old man's hand.

He pointed at the group of people with this hand, then made a light swipe, as if flipping an invisible switch.

"Only death can bury your folly."

boom!!!!!

A deafening roar, several times more powerful than any previous explosion.

The explosion didn't originate underground, but occurred directly in the air surrounding the group, as if the air itself had ignited. Like a small thermobaric weapon, its power was unparalleled.

The few survivors didn't even have time to scream before they were instantly blown into a cloud of blood mist.

Next to the already dead corpses, an air explosion also occurred, turning all the corpses into a blood mist.

A thick mist of blood filled the night sky before slowly sinking and merging with the earth.

The ground looked as if it had been covered with a dark red carpet.

The hunchbacked man looked at the scene before him and said calmly, "Kill people like you... those who deserve to die are all dead, and those who remain are naturally worthy of living in this world."

The night was deep, and no one answered.

Chapter 26 Savage Mountain Mission Objective

Du Can got off the plane, walked out of the terminal, and walked a short distance along the city streets.

His enhanced, exceptionally sensitive ears immediately picked up on the hushed conversation of several locals on the street.

"Last night, it sounded like there were some more explosions over there."

"It's none of our business; that's in another country."

"I've heard recently that some people have gone over there."

"What are you doing going over there? Are you planning to dig for jade in a jade mine?"

"Yes, I heard the monthly salary is over 10."

"You'd be better off believing I'm Qin Shi Huang. Anyone who believes that will probably be powerless to control their own destiny and be used as a slave."

"...Of course I don't believe that. But I heard that a group of people sneaked over there last night. Could they have stepped on some landmines and been blown up?"

"If you get bombed, you get bombed. You had legitimate ways to go abroad but chose to smuggle yourself out. You deserve to be bombed."

After listening to a few words, Du Can understood that this time the target had probably "cleaned up" another group of people.

Without further delay, he quickened his pace and hurried to the location marked on the document.

We passed through the suburbs, entered the forest, and then ventured into the uninhabited area, finally stepping into the Savage Mountain.

The environment of the Savage Mountain is extremely harsh, a veritable forbidden zone for humans. It has a tropical rainforest climate, dense jungles that block out the wind, mosquitoes that blot out the sun, leeches that are everywhere, and venomous snakes and ferocious beasts that appear unpredictably.

Countless soldiers of the expeditionary force were buried here, a memory that still chills many to this day.

Ordinary people have to exert all their strength to take every step here, but Du Can's physique is far beyond that of ordinary people, and the harsh external environment has no effect on him.

Miasma and malaria seemed to have eyes, avoiding him; leeches and mosquitoes were scorched to ashes by an invisible heat wave as soon as they got close, turning to dust on the ground; venomous snakes and ferocious beasts sensed his presence from afar and fled in panic as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

After walking several kilometers, Du Can arrived at the location indicated in the mission information.

The air here is filled with a strong, almost tangible smell of gunpowder, which lingers on the wind and stands out starkly in the damp rainforest.

In the heart of the gunpowder-smelling area stood a simple bamboo house, drafty on all sides and with a flimsy structure—a place that mosquitoes would normally love to gather.

Interestingly, mosquitoes were almost nonexistent in the area filled with gunpowder, especially around the bamboo houses, where it was so quiet that not a single mosquito could be heard or a single flying insect could be seen.

It seems that the other party has at least not been assimilated into a savage by the Savage Mountain.

Du Can walked towards the bamboo house at a leisurely pace.

Just a few steps later, a voice suddenly rang out in the air, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, coming from all directions at the same time, as if the whole forest was talking: "Are you a stowaway? No... stowaways don't choose the most difficult routes, especially since you didn't bring anything with you, unlike those who wish they could carry all their belongings with them."

"You're not an explorer either. Even the best explorer wouldn't go into the Savage Mountain empty-handed."

"It can't be one of those unarmed wilderness survival experts on TV, can it?"

"Or—did you come here specifically to see me? Are you one of my colleagues?"

The sound was erratic, sometimes coming from the treetops to the east, and sometimes from behind the bushes to the west.

Du Can glanced at it and immediately saw through the other party's trick: they had simply drilled small holes in the surrounding tree trunks, buried miniature surveillance and amplification equipment, and then disguised them with leaves.

If an ordinary person enters this area, their every move will be captured. The other party simultaneously operates multiple devices to transmit sound, creating the illusion that they are omnipresent.

Of course, besides these technological means, there are several more hidden familiars lurking in the shadows. Although they are concealed, they are completely visible to Du Can.

He didn't bother beating around the bush and spoke directly in a calm tone: "You must be Xiao Mufeng. I'm the man sent by Spiral Pavilion to arrest you."

"..." The other party was silent for a moment, then spoke again, with a hint of surprise: "Interesting. I thought you would start by talking about something else, but I didn't expect you to be so direct. It caught me off guard."

"I can find your place, so you naturally know why I'm here. Talking nonsense is just a waste of time."

“That makes sense.” Xiao Mufeng’s tone became playful. “So how do you plan to capture me? You’re not going to come here alone to die, are you? Call out all your companions.”

"I have no companions. Being someone's babysitter is something that only happens once," Du Can said calmly.