The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

Chapter 201 Spears Unsheathed Under the Moon!

As Zhang Chang'an attacked, he completely dodged the banshee's crippled hand.

"Thud!" His foot slammed down on the banshee's severely injured forearm, the sole of his boot making a dull thud against her pale, veiny skin.

He pushed off with all his might, his body springing up again, leaping to an even higher place.

At the same time, with a whoosh, the vampire's arm was immediately stomped down by his foot, causing her entire shoulder to tilt.

With a "thud," his elbow slammed into the floor slab, smashing an even bigger hole in the already cracked floor.

The vampire's enormous body was immediately pulled forward by the force, her center of gravity shifted, and her head and upper body fell forward.

Zhang Chang'an, who was jumping in mid-air, didn't even look. He raised his hand and placed the long sword at his waist. He turned around in mid-air, his waist moving with his body and the sword moving with his waist. He turned around and slashed!

"Whoosh!" However, this slash was clearly not aimed at the head in front of him, but rather at his back.

Under the moonlight, his psychic senses had already detected the trajectory of the attack from behind before his gaze turned to what was behind him.

Despite being severely injured, the vampire still managed to raise a claw and strike from behind Zhang Chang'an with incredible speed, the sound of which was like a giant fan being suddenly closed.

However, after anticipating this, Zhang Chang'an thrust the longsword behind him with a "thud!" The blade immediately sliced ​​through the gap between the base of his index and middle fingers, piercing deep into his palm.

Then, Zhang Chang'an continued to spin in mid-air, gripping the knife with both hands and pulling it horizontally, instantly tearing a large piece off the other hand as well.

Large swathes of flesh on his hand were cut open, the metacarpal bones were severed, and blood vessels and tendons snapped and retracted under the pull of the blade. Dark red blood gushed from the wound, splattering onto the hem of his trench coat, hissing and emitting white smoke.

"Alchemy enchantment, this is ancient alchemy!" Isabella exclaimed in astonishment as she watched from below.

Even with the special coating formed by the alchemical potion and the high-speed vibration of the rapier in her hand, she could not so easily cut through the vampire's body.

This monster, a mutated existence created by the corrupted Philosopher's Stone, has undergone a significant degree of purification despite being completely misguided.

Therefore, her body is not only harder than steel, but also has a special structure. Ordinary swords and spears, no matter how sharp, are useless against her. Only advanced alchemy, which has an effect akin to magic, can produce such a destructive attack effect on her.

The current situation is naturally the result of Zhang Chang'an's intensive study during this period.

"Click-clack!"

This strike deflected the attacking claw, the blade grazing past Zhang Chang'an and slicing through several things behind him.

He stood by the pillars, but did not touch them.

Of course, even though the attack was completely thwarted, it was still an opening, enough for the vampire to recover. After Zhang Chang'an used the force of the attack to flip back,

The vampire was clearly screaming as it took a step back, its massive body standing upright. Its previously mutilated and bleeding claw lashed out again with a whoosh!

The crystals on the claw blades gleamed a dark red light in the moonlight, their tips stained with blood and bits of flesh flung from the wounds. They no longer resembled claws, but rather a giant hammer covered in blood-red crystals.

"Ah!" A deafening shriek exploded in Zhang Chang'an's ears. The sound was louder and more piercing than before, causing the surrounding air to tremble, gravel to bounce on the ground, and the cracks in the walls to extend several inches further.

Zhang Chang'an merely snorted in response. Relying on his powerful mental strength and physical resilience as a psionicist, he withstood the shrill shriek's deadly attack without even flinching.

On the contrary, the monster in front of him seemed to have completely lost its mind.

But when Zhang Chang'an's hat was slightly blown up, and his fighting spirit was released with his fierce gaze, the vampire woman's body clearly trembled slightly.

Even the thrown attack was affected and slowed down considerably.

Zhang Chang'an stomped on the surrounding crooked pillars in mid-air and decisively swung his sword again at the oncoming giant claw.

"Crack!!" He gritted his teeth and swung the blade with all his might. The blade instantly cut into flesh and blood, further destroying the bones that were already half-cut, as well as the torn tendons and blood vessels.

Large swathes of crystallized material shattered with a crackling sound.

However, very soon.

His longsword plunged in, but its momentum clearly weakened, and it got stuck just as it was about to cut the base of the hand.

The surrounding dust and the activity of everything suddenly began to slow down.

Zhang Chang'an decisively activated the Eye of Death and quickly determined the situation.

Most of the palm was completely covered by wounds, which is why even the slightest injury would cause a gush of blood.

His attack was thus completely engulfed by the rapidly surging crystals.

"Sizzle—" The inscription on the blade slowly began to flicker. It was an ancient alchemical rune engraved with special materials. The principle was still to add certain materials to it, but the effect was almost equivalent to magic. It could cut steel as easily as tearing paper and could slay demons.

However: "Are these crystals too pure? —"

Even a degraded Philosopher's Stone is still a Philosopher's Stone. Its purity is at least 80 or 90 percent, if not 100 percent. Therefore, alchemy techniques for refining ordinary materials are useless against it. Moreover, the structural strength of these things is frighteningly high, so he cannot easily destroy them.

Moreover, the troublesome thing is that this situation seems to have been orchestrated by the vampire herself.

With the help of Death's Eye, Zhang Chang'an quickly spotted the movement of the vampire's hind legs.

He had already lowered his body and was about to open his mouth slightly, clearly intending to launch a surprise attack at this moment!

"Click-click!" Isabella reached inside her clothes; she had already adjusted her posture, observing the situation while tending to her wounds.

At this moment, only a little blood was still seeping from the bandage, dripping onto the white stone slab like a few blooming red flowers.

Zhang Chang'an was extremely fast; his previous movements were like a falcon soaring in the night wind. However, judging from the vampire's current state, the situation Zhang Chang'an was facing seemed extremely dangerous.

Therefore, she decisively prepared to use the alchemy tool.

But Zhang Chang'an, still jumping in the air, showed no sign of stopping.

He hesitated for less than half a second, and after his knife completely stopped, he used the stuck knife and his palm as a fulcrum to flip his whole body upward.

"Buzz!" Zhang Chang'an's boots slammed down hard on the stuck Bingzi pepper forest. For some reason, white steam slowly rose from beneath his clothes.

After that glare, Zhang Chang'an's body sprang up again! The uncanny jumping force propelled him higher than the rooftop.

height.

Just as the vampire was about to pounce, he was already on top of her head.

At that moment, Zhang Chang'an, with his hands empty and his back to the moon, pulled out a steel rod tied to his shirt belt from his pocket.

The steel rod wasn't long, only slightly shorter than his forearm. Its surface was covered with fine patterns, including engravings of transmutation arrays and mechanical interlocking structures that gleamed with a metallic sheen in the moonlight.

He held the steel rod horizontally in front of him, gripped both ends with his hands, and immediately pressed his thumbs onto the buckles on both sides.

Click. Click. Click.

A series of crisp, clockwork-like gears clicked through the night air. The two ends of the steel rod began to extend outward rapidly.

One section, two sections, three sections—each section automatically locks itself as it extends, making a clicking sound.

In just a few seconds, that short steel rod transformed into a long steel spear.

The mechanical gun barrel, forged from refined iron, is over three meters long, with each section connected by a pattern of alchemy arrays, extending from the grip all the way to the tip of the gun.

The spearhead, as long as a short sword, was double-edged, with a thick back and a needle-like tip. Under the moonlight, it gleamed with a cold white light, like the reflection of ice, pointing directly at the top of the vampire's head.

Famous Spear - Dragonfly Cutter!

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