The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

Chapter 202 Mysterious Eastern Incantations and the Mechanical Engineering of the Divine Machine Camp

The moment Zhang Chang'an unleashed his Dragonfly Slash, the vampire immediately sensed something was wrong. The instant the steel rod transformed into a three-meter-long spear, her bloodshot, burning eyes widened as if they were about to spit blood.

"Crack! Crack!" This monster, which had been extremely ferocious and seemed to only know how to attack, suddenly chose to raise its hand and dig into the ground.

Two pale, vein- and crystal-covered giant claws simultaneously plunged into the already shattered second floor, their claw blades digging into the gravel and wood chips like shovels, and then forcefully ripped it up.

"Rumble—" She scooped up countless fragments from the already cracked second-floor ground, along with a large number of building debris that had been scattered on the ground earlier.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" Large slabs of stone, broken beams, shattered wall fragments, twisted copper pipes, and broken furniture were all gathered together by her giant claws and flung into the air.

Just as Zhang Chang'an unleashed his Dragonfly Slash, countless colossal objects appeared before him. These were not the glass shards that had attacked Isabella earlier; many of them were massive architectural fragments composed of countless bricks, stones, and timbers.

With sharp edges and distinct corners, and most importantly, heavy and enormous, these things could easily crush a person if they hit them.

Of course, Zhang Chang'an remained completely unafraid. He twirled his spear, and with astonishing speed, the open metal shaft deflected several smaller stones flying towards him.

Then a huge stone slab, about half a person's height, came crashing down beside him.

Zhang Chang'an merely turned slightly, not only dodging the attack but also striking the base of the boulder with the middle of his gun.

"Clang!" The gun barrel collided with the bottom of the stone slab, making a dull sound like a wooden stick striking a drum. His body was pushed by the reaction force and crashed downwards at a speed faster than normal.

Under the cover of night, the Eye of Death slowly unfolds once more, and everything around it begins to slow down rapidly. The rotation and tumbling of every stone and every piece of wood becomes crystal clear.

Countless building debris formed a dense net, but with just a slight movement of his body—a sideways shoulder, a tilt of his head, or a slight tuck in of his waist—all the fragments would brush past him.

He glanced at it for a few moments and found a path leading straight to the vampire banshee amidst the large fragments.

But the vampire had acted so cleverly before, so it was impossible for her to kill him with these things.

Beyond the vast wreckage and debris, what came into view was clearly the enormous mouth of the vampire banshee!

One or two meters below Zhang Chang'an, the vampire's enormous upper and lower jaws had completely stretched open her gaping maw, which was covered with ring-shaped fangs.

A blast of scalding, putrid air, thick with the stench of rust and blood, shot from deep within his throat, hitting Zhang Chang'an's face. It sent chills down his spine and made him want to vomit.

In response, Zhang Chang'an simply gripped the gun barrel with both hands, then twisted it sharply, gripping it from front to back.

Instantly, some mechanism on the gun barrel was activated, and a sound like gears came from inside the barrel.

On either side of the junction between the gun head and the shaft, two concealed tubes instantly unfolded, protruding slightly forward and attaching themselves to the sides of the gun head.

Inside the dark tube, countless tiny elemental particles began to rapidly combine under his control.

The moonlight remained. The collapsed buildings seemed to fall into silence as well.

Only the vampire succumbed to Zhang Chang'an, quickly tightening its enormous mouth.

The upper and lower jaws close like two huge doors, and the ring-shaped fangs close in concentric circles from the inside out, like a flower that is closing up.

After operating the mechanism, Zhang Chang'an decisively changed his hand position, gripping the gun barrel with his right hand in reverse. He then swung his arm violently in the air, like spearing a fish, and slammed the steel gun down downwards.

"Crack crack crack crack—!" The incredibly sharp spearhead swiftly pierced the vampire's mouth, instantly severing its fangs upon contact.

Those seemingly ferocious teeth broke one by one, and that seemingly menacing mouth ultimately did not...

It can hold onto Zhang Chang'an.

As her jaws snapped shut, the spearhead pierced through the fangs and plunged into the vampire's mouth.

Zhang Chang'an himself, however, decisively gripped the gun barrel with both hands, pushed his body upwards, and thus suspended himself outside the gaping maw.

"Ahhhhhhh!" The vampire's throat was churned by the spear, causing her to straighten up and thrust her massive head upwards, clearly intending to fling Zhang Chang'an away.

But at that moment, Zhang Chang'an decisively twisted the barrel of the gun.

A series of fine clicking sounds immediately came from inside the gun barrel, and the patterns engraved on the gun barrel glowed even more, and soon they were completely connected.

At that moment, Zhang Chang'an, a newly minted alchemist who combined Eastern and Western medicine, chanted an ancient incantation from the East.

"One part saltpeter—two parts sulfur—three parts charcoal!"

Within the gun barrel, those incredibly mysterious and unusual materials and elements finally combined completely at this moment.

"Bang!"

The incredibly powerful explosive force erupted directly from the two concealed tubes on the side of the gun head, and the high-pressure, scorching gas instantly coalesced into a flame resembling that of an industrial cutting gun.

Zhang Chang'an meticulously prepared a special gunpowder, which included some special alchemical materials and blue agate whale oil, and it exploded directly inside the vampire banshee's body!

"Boom!!" The deafening explosion spread out completely, and large plumes of black smoke and flames exploded inside the vampire's body.

Flames spewed from her mouth and nostrils.

The crystal at the back of her head also cracked rapidly under the shockwave.

The pale skin rapidly carbonized, cracked, and peeled off under the high temperature, revealing the dark red, burning muscles underneath.

Thick smoke billowed up rapidly. Just as the explosion began, Zhang Chang'an decisively drew his spear and the Bingzi Jiaolin on the giant claw that was about to reach out to help, and then jumped away.

Only the vampire's body was left torn apart rapidly in the firelight, exploding from the inside out, like a statue stuffed with gunpowder.

"Whoosh—" Surrounding Zhang Chang'an, the surging air currents carried him downwards.

However, the explosion also destroyed almost all the buildings in the area.

Large sections of the floorboards and walls were broken, mixed with fragments of the banshee.

Zhang Chang'an and Isabella also disappeared into the black smoke from the explosion, falling into the slowly sinking ruins.

"Crack—" Zhang Chang'an shoved the long sword back in and covered his mouth and nose.

Once the dust settled, only lingering smoke remained in the ruins.

Zhang Chang'an shook off the dust from his body, turned his head, and saw most of the vampire's head lying on its side next to him.

The remaining head was half-buried in the rubble, the eye sockets were empty, and there were no eyeballs inside. The mouth was half open, and the remaining half of the ring-shaped fangs was broken off and crooked.

Looking into the black smoke left by the explosion, you can see that the vampire's body is indeed completely shattered. This half of her head must have been blown off from the beginning to be so well preserved.

"Cough cough cough————" Zhang Chang'an raised his hand to disperse the smoke in front of his eyes while carefully observing.

Then, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Alchemy—is it really that amazing?"

The monster created by this alchemy is truly bizarre. Those severed limbs, including this half-head, have clearly lost all vitality; they are either burned to charcoal or have lost all color, becoming purely pale and shriveled.

However, the crimson crystals contained within, the degraded Philosopher's Stone, have clearly not disappeared.

At the epicenter of the explosion, they silently attracted each other, like iron filings drawn to a magnet, drifting out from the shattered flesh and seeping from the broken blood vessels, slowly moving in the same direction and re-aggregating.

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