Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest
Chapter 1371 - 1369 Blood Moon (11)

Chapter 1371: Chapter 1369 Blood Moon (11)

Poof!

The monster that just barged into the police station lobby now had a hole in its forehead.

Yet no blood flowed from it; beneath its shattered fur gleamed the metallic light of a steel framework faintly visible inside!

Demonic Puppet!

Ronan immediately understood the origin of this creature.

At the same time, the other three policemen frantically pulled the triggers at the monster, sending bullets encased in copper shells into its body, causing fur to fly.

However, the power of the revolver was clearly far from enough to truly damage the Demonic Puppet; it opened its blood-red eyes, raised its head and chest, and let out a silent roar.

From ten meters away, Ronan felt a shiver down his spine.

"Careful!"

Without thinking, he turned and lunged toward the nearby service counter. He leaped high, flipped in mid-air, and rolled behind the counter.

Boom!

As Ronan landed, the body of the Demonic Puppet suddenly swelled and then exploded violently.

Though the three policemen heard Ronan’s warning, they were too late to react correctly, and they were instantly thrown by the explosion’s shockwave.

Two of them died on the spot, while the other crashed into the wall and rebounded, falling heavily injured and unconscious.

The smoke hadn’t cleared when a team of fully armed men in black robes stormed into the police station lobby.

Behind the counter, Ronan’s gaze sharpened, and he stood up, firing at the incoming enemies!

The service counter in the police station is specially made, layered inside and out with stone slabs, steel plates, and wood panels, making it impervious even to ordinary rifles, thus saving him from danger just now.

The robed attackers clearly did not expect a survivor inside.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In a matter of seconds, Ronan emptied all the bullets in his revolver’s chamber.

The robed men were caught off guard, with a few at the front grunting and getting shot in the head, blood spraying onto nearby pillars, a shocking sight.

The remaining robed men reacted quickly, scattering to hide in anger and alarm, displaying remarkable agility.

Ronan’s six bullets hit only four targets, killing three and wounding one!

He ducked back behind the counter.

Click!

With a flick of his wrist, Ronan released the revolver’s chamber, turning the gun muzzle upwards as six shells simultaneously dropped.

Ronan’s left hand had already loaded six new bullets, his thumb flicking each into the chamber with precision, completing the reload in the blink of an eye!

While reloading, he listened intently to the sounds around him, determining the number and position of enemies.

In an instant, Ronan pushed off the ground with his right foot, his back sliding smoothly across the tiled floor.

He slid to the left side outside the counter in no time.

Bang! Bang!

A robed man approaching the counter took a bullet to the right knee, losing balance immediately and kneeling forward, only to have a blossom of blood explode on his brow.

Bang!

The second robed man in Ronan’s sights let out an extremely piercing scream, clutching his lower parts while collapsing.

In the blink of an eye, two more enemies had fallen to his gun.

The remaining robed men grew fierce with despair, despite having the advantage, they were being decimated by Ronan alone.

"Die!"

A burly robed man swung a gleaming scimitar with the force of a tiger hunting prey, charging at Ronan.

Meanwhile, his companions aimed their guns at Ronan on the ground and fired.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

But their actions were slower than Ronan’s, who rapidly emptied his gun chamber.

Their heads were blown apart, and the fired bullets flew aimlessly.

The only surviving assailant was the sword-wielding robed man, who had charged before Ronan, slashing his scimitar down at Ronan’s neck with all his might.

Clang!

The certain-succeeding strike was blocked by a longsword.

In a split second, Ronan dropped the empty revolver and drew his sword to parry the enemy’s sweep.

Amidst clashing blades, Ronan’s right leg swept out like lightning, aiming for the enemy’s ankle!

The robed man immediately withdrew his sword and retreated, avoiding Ronan’s counter-attack.

Ronan seized the chance to leap off the ground, landing steadily to face the last enemy.

He also clearly saw the enemy’s appearance.

This robed man was nearly two meters tall, with a broad chest and strong build, his hood had fallen revealing a scarred, hideous face, entirely bald.

It was tattooed with dark cyan totem symbols!

The robed man’s blood-red eyes revealed a hatred and rage that cut to the bone, like a Fiend forced into a corner, ready to unleash its strength.

Yet he didn’t rashly launch an attack, maintaining calm even in extreme fury.

In this regard, the robed man was undoubtedly a true master.

Ronan, holding the Cross Sword, appeared relaxed and unfazed, contrasting sharply with his opponent.

Their gazes collided, sparks seemed to fly!

"Heh!"

The robed man let out a coarse, hoarse noise from his throat, suddenly stepping forward, swinging his arm with a crescent-shaped weapon towards Ronan’s face.

The strike was fiendishly fierce, lacking any flamboyance, both speed and power were at an astonishing level.

Master-level!

Even such an intense slash came up empty.

For when the robed man made his move, Ronan shifted position.

As if predicting the opponent’s actions, he preemptively dodged and then thrust his sword towards the robed man.

Splurt!

In a fleeting moment, they passed each other, and the robed man’s figure froze, standing stiffly.

He lowered his high-held head, observing the Cross Sword hilt embedded in his chest.

The long blade had pierced his body, cutting through the heart and emerging from his back.

A drip of crimson blood lingered on the sharp tip!

Life and death decided in a single move.

"Huh,"

The robed man raised his head again, exhaled shakily, and his eyes quickly dimmed.

He tried to turn for a clearer look at his opponent.

But instead, he collapsed.

In the Third Police Station’s lobby, apart from Ronan, no one else remained standing alive.

Ronan surveyed his surroundings, stepped forward a few paces, and knocked unconscious the two struggling robed men on the ground one after another.

His gaze turned to the shattered police station doors.

Under the street outside, bathed in the bloodstained moonlight, an eerie chill permeated.

Ronan pulled a police whistle from his pocket and blew it at his lips!

Soon, hurried footsteps sounded from outside.

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