"The Blood of the Emperor".
Viewed from above, the burning farmland under the dark purple night looks like a sail of flame rising in the wind.
This is Ed's experimental work - modified from the standard hand-thrown incendiary bomb of the Bureau of Intelligence.
Before refilling, he had gone through many simulation tests through the Keeper program in his dream. Although the blood of the emperor can only be stored in a black-textured clay pot for a long time, the risk of short-term storage in a special fuel container is acceptable.
Although this would cause the detonation radius to be too large, Ed did not intend to go up and drop the bomb himself. It would be much easier to use the Wasp drone to drop the bomb directly from the sky.
The only pity is that this kind of incendiary bomb with low controllability has almost no usable space in urban environments. But at this moment, this small village is exactly where it comes into play——
Two river channels wrapped the central farmland, preventing the fire from spreading further, and established a wall of fire on the north and south sides, allowing the three people at the watchtower to temporarily avoid being flanked by both sides.
Bang bang bang!
Ed pulled the trigger, and the silver-plated bullet immediately penetrated the werewolf's back that was clinging to the back of the Anvil Dragoon armor and sank directly into the chest. He was ripped off by the anvil and fell to the ground.
"What the hell is that fire?! Did you do it? Three-legged cat?!"
Anvil raised his left knee and crushed the werewolf's neck, raised his head and cursed breathlessly.
"Don't worry about it, let's get rid of the werewolves on the north shore first."
Ed said as he poked his head, opened the magazine, threw out the cartridge case, and reloaded the silver-plated bullet with the loader.
There are nine more. Most of this group of werewolves have a low degree of lycanthropy, and some can even vaguely recognize the appearance of humans:
He speculated that its overall strength was roughly equivalent to that of the ghouls in the Rat Trail, and slightly lower than the first-level Extraordinary. The three Level 2 Extraordinaries relied on the terrain advantage of the watchtower to defend, but it was a piece of cake.
boom!
Rowan had already turned his gun. With the flash of gunfire, a black body appeared on the ground.
Sensing the threat from the top of the tower, the remaining werewolves bypassed the ungnawable iron lump at the bottom of the tower and climbed towards the watchtower.
Ed directly leaned out, and the hot silver bullets poured out freely——
While climbing, these monsters have almost no room to dodge, let alone fight back, making them perfect targets.
The wolves fell from the top of the tower like dead flies on a screen. Just when a werewolf climbed up to the top of the tower by luck, the white crow's cane sprang out like lightning, and the huge force directly broke the throat.
The evil wolf let out a few strangled roars before falling to the ground.
The last old werewolf entangled with the anvil tried to escape. There was a gunshot, and the silver-plated bullet at the six-edged tail shrieked into the back of the head. It only had time to let out a few unconscious wails before dying.
In a matter of moments, the threat on the north shore was cleared.
Seeing that there were no more active enemies around, Ed raised his palm, and the Wasp drone slowly landed on his palm and stopped buzzing.
"Don't let your guard down." Rowan looked at the south bank again. "The werewolves on the south bank may come around from the river."
Although the central farmland is already a sea of fire, werewolves can still reach the north bank through the river channels on both sides.
Ed raised his telescope upon hearing this. The veteran's judgment was indeed correct. In the dark river water, the ripples of the firelight could be faintly seen.
The dark body, with blood-red eyes, is paddling its limbs towards the north shore...
Suddenly, several dark green spiked tentacles suddenly rose from the water and hooked the monster's throat. The monster was dragged into the water before it could even let out a cry.
In an instant, the water surface surged like boiling, and the river water seeped out a miserable crimson color, and then it returned to tranquility.
"It's Mr. Sea Monster..."
Ed was a little surprised. It seems that the first echelon neither aborted the mission nor gave up on them, but sent "sea monsters" to control the river to relieve the pressure on their side.
Seeing his teammates who came to support him, Rowan's stern face finally stopped being tense. He touched Ed's elbow and finally breathed a sigh of relief:
"Good job. I'll just keep an eye on it while you go help Anvil clear the buildings on the north bank of the river."
"I know." Ed pulled off his mask, flew out of the watchtower, and jumped to the ground in two or three times using the broken rocks and broken walls.
At this moment, Anvil is cleaning the battlefield below, and his method of handling it is quite simple and crude: no matter whether it is dead or alive, hitting it with a hammer is like crushing a pumpkin.
"Hey, big guy, you shouldn't be like this..." Ed reminded with a smile, "The enemy's facial information may be valuable."
The correct way to deal with it is to shoot the heart with a pistol and try not to damage the target's face while ensuring the death of the target. This is clearly written in the investigator's manual.
"I'm happy for you to mind your own business." The anvil snorted angrily.
"uh-huh……"
Ed shrugged. This kind of quarrel-like conversation was the normal way of communication between him and Anvil. He was almost used to it and didn't take it seriously at all:
"By the way, Rowan asked you to clear out the buildings on the north bank of the river."
He pulled out his pistol and shot silver-plated bullets at the bodies that had not been "cleaned up" on the ground one by one to ensure that they would not stand up again.
"Got it." Anvil muttered as he smashed a head like wood, his breathing as heavy as a plowing cow, "I'll go right away."
"He also asked me to go with you." Ed continued.
"Are you going? If you go, you will only cause trouble for me." Anvil gritted his teeth and pulled the ring of the power boiler. "When the time comes, I will still have to worry about your life..."
"I am alone...alone..."
Dang - Ed hit the boiler hard with his cane, a piece of mandible covered with minced meat collapsed, and the piston started moving again:
"You don't want this to happen again, right?"
"..."
