Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 531 - 9: Suppression by Force

Chapter 531: Chapter 9: Suppression by Force

Accompanied by a stirring march of grenadiers, musketeers in bright red uniforms and high hats marched in orderly formation, led by the beat of the drums. They lined up opposite the main entrance. Following a series of orders from the officer, they shouldered their guns, loaded the cartridges, aimed their guns, and prepared to shoot!

Behind the formation, ten 12-pound cannons were standing by. The gunners had already calibrated their targets and stuffed the red-hot fuses into the gunpowder pool.

Boom! From the muzzle of the cannon burst forth a ball of fire. The lead bullets were discharged and a dense cloud of white gunpowder smoke rose up. The artillerymen, sweating profusely, immediately pushed the cannon back into position due to the powerful recoil, while the loaders picked up long-handled brushes dipped in water to clean the gun barrel...

Zhao Guangji and the peddler were scared witless. Five lead bullets whizzed towards them, hitting the floor before springing back up due to their high kinetic energy, causing the floor to crack like a spider’s web and fragments of stone to fly everywhere.

Boom! The museum’s main entrance had been blown open; wood chips were scattered everywhere. By now the musketeers were ready and upon the order to shoot, a volley of gunfire rang out. The main entrance was completely riddled with holes, allowing the light from the inside to leak out, glaringly noticeable in the darkness of the night.

With their way out blocked and no other alternative, the two newcomers were at a loss. The cannons on the opposite side were already turned around and aimed at them. Boom! The second round was fired and fell right into the rushing herd of bone creatures, scattering bone fragments everywhere.

Zhao Guangji finally remembered that he was holding an AK74. He pulled the trigger, but it didn’t fire. He then remembered that the bolt hadn’t been pulled, while the peddler simply covered his head and didn’t get up.

A volley of bullets blasted towards them, cornering them.

Lin Weiguo and Qin Yan were protecting Aima, continuously smashing the mummy corpses that were chasing them from behind. Fortunately, their firepower was strong, otherwise, with just a few rifles they would have been broken through long ago. The reporter and the man in the baseball cap, at least, weren’t completely useless and started to fight back.

Tang Zheng flicked the reins and the Velociraptor jumped up onto a long table laden with food and sprinted across. He looked back and realized that he was moving through a painting of ’The Last Supper.’ Judas, disturbed by Tang Zheng, trembled and dropped his purse. Thirty pieces of silver jingled and rolled out on the floor.

Bang! The Demon Slaying Holy Flame opened fire and killed a ghost. Seeing that he was about to be caught up by Tang Zheng, the remaining two let out a piercing scream for help.

Tang Zheng spun the rifle around with one hand, loaded a cartridge, and fired again. Another ghost’s head exploded. The remaining one caught the falling crown and frantically swam toward the ventilation duct on the ceiling several dozen meters high.

Buckshot whizzed past the ghost, and after three shots, it was finally blown to pieces. The crown flipped and fell.

Just as Tang Zheng was about to reach out and catch it, he caught a blur out of the corner of his eye. A skeletal Pterosaur, three times the size of an elephant in body size, flew in through the arch energized with an electric current. Each time it flapped its wings, everything beneath was overturned. Quite a few pottery pots were broken.

Tang Zheng leaped off the Velociraptor, pulled out the Terminator he had captured from the captain of the Vodka team in Demon City, and aimed at the flying skeletal Pterosaur. The power was connected and six spinning gun barrels released a stream of metallic bullets.

The swarm of bullets was like a fire dragon, chasing the skeletal Pterosaur and hitting the ceiling, leaving a plowed effect and showering plaster to the ground.

Ting! The crown fell to the ground, making a crisp metallic sound, but Tang Zheng had no time to pick it up. The skeletal Pterosaur began to dive with robust momentum as fast as a high-speed train. If it hit him, he would definitely suffer severe bone fractures.

Tang Zheng held on to his gun with both hands, leaned back slightly, aimed the muzzle at the Pterosaur, and this time he finally hit it. Under the barrage of bullets, the Pterosaur began to fall apart and various bone fragments showered down.

Seeing that they were about to collide, Tang Zheng quickly put away the Gatling gun and rolled aside, picking up the crown in the process.

Boom! The skeletal Pterosaur smashed onto the ground and slid out far, completely disintegrating. The entire prehistoric exhibition hall was already completely in shambles.

"The crown has been obtained, where are you guys?" Tang Zheng rode on the Velociraptor and fled towards the main entrance. The spray of fire just now had consumed at least two thousand spiritual power bullets, which pained him greatly, but at least there were the spoils of war captured.

"We’re blocked off at the China Exhibition Hall." Qin Yan’s voice was very anxious. Through the headset, dense gunshots could be heard. It was obvious that a fierce battle was underway.

"Wait up, I’ll be there soon, Dantai, where are you?" The museum’s layout was all in Tang Zheng’s mind, so he wasn’t worried about getting lost, which saved him quite a bit of time.

"I’m fine, I’ll be on my way soon." Dantai killed several Roman horsemen and then encountered a team of Greek fighters. This bunch of guys that ran out of the oil painting was quite strong, and several times he nearly lost. And he had consumed quite a bit of ammunition.

Hearing that Tang Zheng had already obtained the crown, Dantai was excited but also a bit let down. He was a special agent, yet he couldn’t even beat an ordinary student.

The musketeers discharged their lead bullets, suppressing Zhao Guangji. Seeing that he couldn’t get away with oil on the floor and that the other side was stepping on the rhythm and walking up, he gritted his teeth, made a decisive retreat, and went off to find Qin Yan.

"Where are you going?" The peddler lacked the courage to leave, just thinking of hiding or escaping quickly. Seeing Zhao Guangji leaving, he broke out in anxious sweat, his grip on the AK74 unsteady.

"Looking for someone." Zhao Guangji had no desire to stick with this burden. The peddler took a step to follow him, but once again, a volley of cannon fire came roaring through, and seeing the scattered shells, he blanched and retreated to the base of the wall.

This time, he lost his chance to leave altogether. Afraid of being shot, he dared not lift his head to look around. He couldn’t even determine how far the musketeers had advanced.

About ten seconds later, watching Zhao Guangji’s back disappearing into the archway, the peddler agonized and finally decided to follow. But he hasn’t take a few steps before the gunfire rang out, and he was hit by a bullet, the pain piercing to his heart.

"Help... me..." The peddler fell to the ground severely injured. But before he could breathe his last, he was crawling, bloodied, when the second round of gunfire came, riddling him with bullet holes. Afterward, the musketeers’ boots crushed his corpse.

Zhao Guangji also didn’t dare lift his head to see the musketeers’ positions, but he had learned to distinguish the drumbeats that signaled the firing of guns. That was why he dared to seize the opportunity to run while the peddler, being under constant tension, failed to consider this.

The Spartan warriors, armed with shields and spears and charging heedlessly, may not have caused any casualties among Qin Yan’s group, but they successfully tripped them, allowing dozens of mummy corpses and two Sphinx to catch up and join the fray. A tribe of primitive men clad in animal skins ceaselessly hurled stones with their slings, and their accuracy was fierce. The reporter got hit in the forehead, causing a swollen spot and blood to flow.

The reporter wasn’t faring any better. He had a bloody hole in his left side, inflicted by a Spartan. If not for Lin Weiguo’s timely rescue, he would have already been dead on the spot.

All the relics in the entire museum came back to life under the influence of the Curse of the Shadow, attacking humans and even each other in a chaotic mess, without a single place of respite.

When Tang Zheng arrived at the China Exhibition Hall, he saw a group of Banner soldiers had also joined the attacking sequence, charging at Qin Yan’s formation. From a hundred meters away, three hundred heavily-armored Terracotta Warriors began their charge, crushing everything in their path. The dozens of Spartan and Roman soldiers that got swept into it were trampled into a bloody pulp without even making a splash.

Tang Zheng dismounted his horse. Just as he was about to take out his Gatling to mow them down, a line of three hundred Song Dynasty soldiers wearing infantry armor forged from 1825 iron leaves appeared in formation, blocking the Terracotta Warriors’ inevitable path. The moment the two sides collided, they viciously jabbed their Mo Knives out.

"Tang Zheng, this way." Dantai and Tang Zheng arrived, directly steamrolling over. They had no choice; Qin Yan and her group were surrounded.

The monsters didn’t expect enemies to appear behind them, and a swath of them were immediately killed off. As soon as their path cleared, everyone quickly retreated. Zhao Guangji was also lucky enough to be able to follow the traces of the bullet shells to them, though he was injured, and blood was streaming down his chest.

"Get the car started, we are heading out. Be ready for battle." Tang Zheng called Pang Meiqin via the communicator to prepare. "Have the police arrived?"

"No, what’s happening inside? We can’t see anything from here." Lu Fan, worried, interjected. At the window next to her, the machine gun was already set up, ready to fire at any moment.

"Perhaps the curse has shielded the entire museum." After rounding a bend, Tang Zheng saw the musketeers approaching from the side. He heard the change in drum beat, and the moment they raised their guns, he had already taken out his Gatling, subsequently drowning them with a metal bullet storm.

There was screaming, severed limbs, organs, and broken muskets amidst blood—a gruesome feast. The few cannons hadn’t even fired before they were blasted apart.

Aima gasped, watching Tang Zheng’s brutality in shock—she could hardly believe the civilized Eastern youth she knew could be so bloodthirsty.

"But he is so strong!" Aima was not star-struck, but watching Tang Zheng wield the hefty Terminator effortlessly sparked admiration in her eyes.

Seeing the clear path to the entrance, both the reporter and Zhao Guangji immediately accelerated their pace, running like crazy. The baseball cap man also wanted to run, but he was out of energy.

Aima was also out of strength, and one of her high heels had long since been lost. Her stockings were torn, and she was bleeding quite a bit.

"Cover me." Tang Zheng put away his weapon and hoisted Aima onto his shoulder. There wasn’t any time to waste. But just as they were about to leave, the floor of the lobby suddenly started shaking. A stone door abruptly rose up, blocking their path.

"What’s happening?" Before Lin Weiguo could figure it out, the reporter was struck by a stone fist that suddenly shot up from the ground. The hit sent him flying like a ragdoll onto the wall, vomiting blood. Zhao Guangji was also not spared.

After the stone fist hit someone, it planted itself on the ground, and a creature composed of stone arose. Eight meters tall, it was entirely characteristic of Egypt.

"It’s Anubis, the protector of the dead." Qin Yan, who had a bit of knowledge about this, identified the creature by its black human body and jackal head.