Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 596 - 296: Is This Kid So Arrogant Because He’s a Dragon Level?_2

Chapter 596: Chapter 296: Is This Kid So Arrogant Because He’s a Dragon Level?_2

Bang!

A bullet fired from a mud brick house dozens of meters to the right rear hit Li God Doctor’s head directly, blowing off his skull.

Thud!

Li God Doctor fell to the ground dead, bright red blood sprayed out, falling onto the snow, as if a plum blossom tree suddenly grew there.

Whoosh!

The whole place erupted into chaos; people instinctively bent down and ducked, running for shelter in the houses nearby.

"Quick, protect me!"

Zhao Decheng yelled, clutching his head. After he ran a few steps, he noticed that Lin Baici stood still, unmoving, staring intently in the direction from which the bullet had come.

Isn’t that too brave?

Did he have the courage of a dragon and the heart of a tiger in him?

Quan Sangin ran a few steps with his head down, catching sight of Lin Baici not moving. He also instinctively stopped, wanting to stand up straight.

If Lin Baici didn’t run and he hid, wouldn’t that make him look incompetent by comparison?

If word of this got out, his future in Sejong’s court would be over.

"Prepare for battle!"

Quan Sangin yelled out loud, drawing his sword. But just as he straightened up, a barrage of gunfire erupted.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Quan Sangin instinctively crouched down again, cursing under his breath.

Xiba!

This kid is so arrogant, could he be Dragon Level?

Quan Sangin despaired, realizing the task Jin Xian had given him was a hundred percent doomed to fail.

Whizz! Whizz!

Bullets flew chaotically, hitting the snowy ground, kicking up columns of dirt.

One shot towards Lin Baici, but before it could hit, it was intercepted by a Flying Stone.

Ting!

The bullet grazed Lin Baici’s shoulder as it passed.

"What are you dodging for? Charge and kill them!"

Lin Baici roared, sprinting forward like a wild tiger searching for prey in the snow-covered forest, his form fierce, filled with an oppressive force.

Death to all who see him!

Yi Jisheng immediately followed suit; having been here so long, he was about to go mad with restraint. He had long been itching for a fight.

With Lin Baici charging, Xia Hongyao and Jin Yingzhen wouldn’t be outdone; they joined the fray as well.

"Yingzhen, the three of you stay back!"

Xia Hongyao instructed.

"Charge!"

Quan Sangin’s combat instincts were still sharp. He had seen Lee Taehyun’s flamethrower and knew it took time to reload, so unless they took advantage of the time the enemy was reloading their guns after firing to charge them, they would face a second volley.

On both sides of the house, some soldiers dressed in dark blue uniforms with swords rushed out. On the rooftops, archers took their positions, shooting downwards to suppress.

"It’s the Imperial Guard!"

Zhao Decheng exclaimed in surprise.

Why would an army only commanded by the Great King appear here?

The answer was quickly revealed as a rumble of hoofbeats rose, rapidly growing from distant to near.

To achieve a surprise attack, the Imperial Guard commander hadn’t let the cavalrymen enter the village; otherwise, the sound of their horses would have alerted the enemy. Now that the surprise attack was over, they could attack.

It was a pity that only Li God Doctor was killed; the first volley of gunfire didn’t take down the rebels.

"It’s the Imperial Guard commander!"

The man with the big beard called out.

Although his title also contained the words "commander", his power was far from that of the Imperial Guard commander.

"Don’t shoot, they’re our own!"

The man with the big beard shouted; the Imperial Guard commander was the son of the state’s elder and a relative of Mr. Zhao. Fearing a misunderstanding might lead to casualties on both sides, complicating matters, he had just shouted out when Zhao Decheng covered his mouth.

"Do you want me to die?"

Zhao Decheng cursed angrily.

"The Imperial Guard has already begun attacking. With Lord Lin’s temper, how could they let these people go? Besides, seeing how calm and certain they are, winning seems highly likely."

If the Imperial Guard won, Zhao Decheng could rely on family connections to manage the situation. But what if Lin Baici won? Regaining trust would become difficult, so the best choice was to shut up and watch silently.

As for the dead?

It’s not himself who is dying!

"No... really?"

The man with the big beard was incredulous. He admitted that Lin Baici was strong, but this time the Imperial Guard had come, and by the looks of it, there were at least five hundred of them. They were the troops protecting the Great King and the royal palace, each one a chosen elite from a thousand.

The infantry didn’t charge out immediately but caused a ruckus with shouts, trying to intimidate their opponents.

Their tactics were already well-practiced: first, the archers and gunmen suppressed with fire; then the cavalry charged, disrupting the enemy’s formation. Typically, after the cavalry went through, the enemy broke down, and the infantry would advance to kill the retreating soldiers.

Only this time, there was a deviation.

Those few charged too quickly, faster even than the horses. Before the cavalry could arrive, they had already slaughtered their way into the crowds.

The archers and gunmen were suddenly thrown into confusion—rebels and comrades intermingled, another shot risked hitting their own men.

Lin Baici strode forward, swinging his sword in a flurry of chops!

Shua! Shua! Shua!

Each strike would kill a guardsman, sundering bodies apart.

"Ahh!"

A fierce guardsman bellowed, charging at Lin Baici to kill him.

Ding!

As their weapons clashed, Lin Baici’s bronze sword cut through the other’s saber as easily as slicing through paper, then chopped down onto his shoulder.

Shua!

Half of his body was cleaved off.

"Ahh!"

The man fell to the ground, not yet dead, and let out a blood-curdling scream.

Although these guardsmen were fierce fighters, they were easier to kill than the living dead, for apart from their heads, the dead had no vital points. These ordinary soldiers could die from a single blow.

A few cunning soldiers, seeing that Lin Baici was tough to handle, immediately turned to attack Xia Hongyao, but she was no pushover. Her black dagger danced in her hand, bringing out sharp flashes of its blade, all of which found their marks on the guards around her.

One knife, one life; her killing efficiency was terrifying.

Sprays of hot, fresh blood splattered onto the snowy ground, the rising steam like souls ascending to heaven.

Yi Jisheng’s fighting style was much cruder, relying solely on brute force and his body.

"I must perform well so that after the Pusan Trip is over, Captain Lin will reward me with two more silicone dolls, the ones that cost tens of thousands of yuan each."

Yi Jisheng was distracted.

Bang!

A bullet hit Yi Jisheng in the chest.

"Fuck!"

Yi Jisheng cursed, grabbed a corpse, and hurled it at the marksman on the roof ten meters away.

The hundred-pound body was like a weightless brick in Yi Jisheng’s hands and flew quickly through the air.

The marksman couldn’t dodge in time and was smashed down.

"Yi Jisheng, take down those on the rooftops!"

Lin Baici had intended to have Little Clay Man snipe at the enemies from afar, but seeing what transpired, he immediately changed his mind.

"Got it!"

Yi Jisheng’s arms were long, and with a casual grab, he snatched a guardsman, slapped him with one hand, bursting his head, and then amidst the splatter of blood and brains, he lifted the headless corpse and threw it onto the rooftop.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Heads exploded like fireworks.

This brutal and ferocious scene sent chills down the guardsmen’s spines, prompting them to start retreating.

"Xiba!"

Quan Sangin and his allies’ eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets, almost spasming at the sight.

This big oaf had been silent all along, and they had thought him simple-minded. They’d never expected him to be this terrifying and psychopathic.

To crush a person’s head with a slap!

Quan Sangin, let alone not being able to do it, even if he could, he would not. He didn’t consider himself a good person, but he would never torture or kill, not even cats, dogs, or as much as an ant.

People should have a sense of reverence towards life.

A young guardsman general galloped over, only to find not just the infantry scattered, but also the archers and marksmen on the rooftops in disarray, which left him dumbfounded.

What’s going on?

Weren’t they just some rebels trying to support the Prince’s claim to the throne? Why are they so strong?

One, two, three...

With so few of them, how could they fight like an army of thousands?

The guardsman general began to question his life choices. However, once the cavalry charged, they couldn’t just stop.

"Charge, crush them to death!" he bellowed.

A hundred cavalrymen, they couldn’t possibly lose!

"Kill!"

The cavalrymen roared, their shiny curved sabers reflecting the snow’s light, appearing even sharper.

Lin Baici glanced over.

The Muscle Buddha appeared, standing right in the middle of the street, facing the cavalry head-on.

My Buddha is merciful, killing without passage!

Om mani padme hum!

The Muscle Buddha threw his punch.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The oncoming cavalry, like a tide crashing into a dam, were instantly shattered into spray.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The horses screamed pitifully as riders and steeds alike were flung away.

Upon witnessing this scene, the guardsman general instinctively pulled on the reins, trying to avoid the Muscle Buddha.

Gu Qingqiu smiled at the sight because right in front of the general was Lin Baici.