"It’s not just the master who has one; you all have them too. Someone, give the Taoists and these experts rifles, everyone gets one!"
With Deputy Mo’s command, the soldiers in the front row swiftly unbuckled their spare rifles and handed them to those still dazed experts.
The cold steel rifles felt heavy in their hands, and for a moment, everyone stood frozen in place.
The old monk was still foolishly cradling the rifle Deputy Mo threw to him, his face full of confusion.
Master Qingyunzi’s hand, which held the Peach Wood Sword, trembled slightly, and the rifle in his other hand seemed as heavy as a thousand pounds.
The various martial artists exchanged glances, realizing that the exorcism secrets they had practiced for years paled in comparison to the simple act of pulling a trigger.
Decades of cultivation and hard work seemed so powerless before these rifles with talismans.
"Amitabha..." the old monk muttered softly, unsure whether he was chanting for the evil spirits or lamenting his collapsed beliefs.
What kind of being could draw such evil-slaying talismans?
Could it be that the heavens took pity and sent down a True Immortal to save this fallen world?
While everyone hadn’t yet recovered from the shock of the talisman rifles, a distant, dull rumble began to emanate from the ground.
Deep in the Lin Family Stronghold, a wave of corpses emerged like a tide.
Rigid in form, they leapt several feet, landing with a heavy thud.
Looking closely, they were all Copper Armor Fur Corpses—covered in dark copper rust, with black fur like steel needles bristling all over.
Even more alarming were the few exceptionally tall figures mixed in with the corpse tide.
Their bodies shimmered with silver light, producing a whooshing sound as they leapt, leaving behind ominous black footprints where they landed—Silver Armor Fur Corpses!
"Form up!" Deputy Mo roared, and the soldiers quickly formed a three-row firing formation.
The old monk took a deep breath, finally placing his finger on the cold trigger.
The leading Taoist let out a bitter smile, sheathing the Peach Wood Sword on his back, lifting the rifle firmly with both hands.
For the first time in hundreds of years, monks, Taoists, and martial artists stood side by side with soldiers, pointing rifles with talismans at the legendary Copper Armor Silver Corpses.
At this moment, the oppressive feeling from the corpse tide was not the only thing—above the Lin Family Stronghold, another anomaly arose!
Thick black fog churned in the sky, manifesting countless twisted-faced, phantom-bodied vengeful spirits.
Their hollow eye sockets uniformly locked onto the troops below, emitting a series of piercing shrieks.
"Ahhhh——!"
This soul-reaping wail was sharp and deafening, causing ripples in the air. The soundwaves shattered the ground beneath them.
If any ordinary people were present, their bodies would be ripped apart, bleeding from all orifices!
"Hold the Spirit Platform!" the old monk quickly chanted, his body glowing slightly with golden light.
Several Taoists followed, intoning the Purity Chant.
Other experts rang bells and shook copper drums, weaving various spiritual lights to resist the relentless sonic assault.
However, when they instinctively glanced toward Deputy Mo and the military formation, they collectively froze.
Deputy Mo and the eight hundred soldiers remained steely-faced, their formation intact, as if the deadly ghostly wail was just ordinary wind to them.
Only then did everyone notice, seemingly for the first time, that each soldier’s chest armor bore a red talisman.
The red talismans emitted a gentle, steady red glow, like an invisible shield, blocking the clamorous ghostly howls.
Deputy Mo kept a close watch on the movements of the corpse tide, his ears catching the strained chanting of the old monk and others.
He glanced around, seeing all the experts using various means to combat the ghostly wails, each looking pale and struggling.
Deputy Mo paused, then suddenly slapped his forehead with a look of realization and embarrassed apology.
"Oh dear! Look at my memory!" His voice was loud, particularly conspicuous against the background of ghostly cries and divine wails. "Sorry, so sorry! I forgot to equip you masters with the Exorcism Talismans granted by the Marshal!"
As he spoke, Deputy Mo nonchalantly pulled out a large stack of red talismans from his pocket.
His casual gesture made it seem like he was pulling out ordinary paper, not precious Divine Talismans.
He took half and handed them over to the old monk and others.
"Don’t worry, everyone gets their share, plenty to go around!" He grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth. "Our Grand Marshal’s Divine Techniques are peerless, there are plenty of these Divine Talismans to go around!"
As he spoke, the thick stack of red talismans, brimming with pure yang energy, waved in Deputy Mo’s hand.
Seeing each expert receive five or six red talismans, Deputy Mo suddenly remembered something and added enthusiastically.
"Oh, it’s easy to use! Stick one on your weapon to slay monsters, or just slap it on yourself for protection."
He patted the softly glowing talisman on his chest and grinned.
"These spirit talismans gifted by the Marshal repel evil, nothing can stop them! With this, feel free to unleash your powers—"
"The Marshal also says there are endless Exorcism Talismans; he wants the evil in the world to know that it’s time to change the rules!"
The next moment, the number of corpses and evil spirits continued to increase, all surging in from the Lin Family Stronghold from all directions.
Upon seeing this, Deputy Mo’s smile vanished instantly, replaced by the sternness characteristic of a battle-hardened soldier.