Playing inventor in a cultivation world

Chapter 129: Massacre

The underground base was silent.

Long metallic corridors stretched beneath the mountain like veins, illuminated only by rows of dim crimson lanterns embedded into the walls.

A lone figure walked through the darkness.

Black robes concealed his body, and a silver mask hid his face. His footsteps echoed softly throughout the corridor as he advanced without hesitation.

Seraph’s expression remained calm beneath the mask.

He had initially wanted to wait patiently and take over the organization. However, their act of targeting his family had changed that. Now, he wanted nothing more than to destroy them all.

His hand slowly brushed against one of the black pistols hanging at his waist.

The Reapers probably believed he was one of their deadliest weapons. Indeed, they were right.

The problem was that weapons could also be pointed in another direction. head of him, a metal door slid open.

The corridor beyond was already occupied by ten black-robed figures that stood waiting.

Every one of them wore the Reaper’s standard mask. Instantly, the air was filled with their collective killing intent.

Seraph sighed in pity. Most of them were probably like Yelena, kidnapped and brainwashed, ignorant of their true origins.

It was a pity, but he was going to kill them.

’Ah... I really don’t like this, but oh well!’

Seraph stopped walking.

One of the masked figures stepped forward, his voice cold.

"Agent-YX. You have one last chance to redeem yourself."

Seraph chuckled, "Do I?"

"They ordered us to tell you. If you refuse, we will eliminate you."

Seraph sighed.

"Then they should’ve sent more."

To him who was a King Stage cultivator, even a hundred Advanced Stage cultivators wouldn’t be enough.

Boom!

Spiritual energy exploded from the ten cultivators simultaneously.

Different elemental energies surged through the corridor. Their combined power was terrifying, especially when they had been trained in the Reapers organization.

Yet Seraph merely reached for his pistols.

Click.

The sound echoed softly, and the next moment, shots echoed through the hallway.

Bang! Bang!

Two flashes erupted from the muzzles, and the heads of two cultivators exploded instantly.

Blood splattered across the walls, stunning the remaining eight. They froze, watching their two mates collapse to the ground.

"What?!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Seraph’s arms blurred as he continued firing. He didn’t let them recover from the shock as he fired more bullets. These people had never seen guns before, so they must have thought it was some kind of bow. However, their confusion only became their downfall.

Gunfire thundered throughout the corridor, with every bullet carrying condensed spiritual energy.

A wind cultivator attempted to dodge, but Seraph was faster. The bullet drilled into his head, and his skull shattered.

An earth cultivator raised a stone shield, yet the bullet pierced straight through it.

A fire cultivator unleashed a torrent of flames.

Bang!

The bullet punched through his forehead, and his attack vanished immediately. Bodies collapsed one after another, and within seconds, only three enemies remained.

One of them gritted his teeth and muttered, "Monster!"

The next moment, he roared and charged forward.

Lightning wrapped around his sword, lighting up the corridor.

Seraph calmly raised a pistol.

Bang!

A hole was drilled into his chest, and he fell to the ground.

The remaining two immediately tried shooting ranged attacks at him.

Unfortunately for them, two more shots rang out, and both corpses hit the floor.

Silence returned to the corridor. Seraph had killed ten Advanced Stage cultivators without breaking a sweat.

He calmly lowered his pistols.

Then, the order talismans on the walls blared to life, and an angry voice roared.

"You have gone too far, Agent-YX! Prepare to die!"

Seraph chuckled and said darkly, "Now we’re getting somewhere."

The sound of rushing footsteps echoed from every direction. The numbers were too much to count with just the sounds alone.

This Reaper Base had finally mobilized their full voice. Black-robed figures flooded the corridors like a tide, and every one of them wore identical masks. They all wanted him dead.

Spiritual energy erupted endlessly, and several elemental attacks filled the hallway.

"Fireballs!"

"Wind Spears!"

"Lightning Bolts."

"Earth Spikes!"

The entire corridor became a storm of destruction.

Seraph’s eyes narrowed, and he raised his hands again.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

His pistols roared continuously, shooting out bullets that claimed a life each.

Someone’s head exploded, and another reaper’s throat burst apart.

Bodies piled across the corridor, yet more enemies continued appearing.

They climbed over the corpses of their fallen comrades, charging through rivers of blood.

They attacked without fear, and the organization had only one order—Kill Agent-YX.

The corridor became a slaughterhouse.

Dozens of the loyal repapers died, then hundreds of them.

The floor disappeared beneath layers of corpses. Even then, the enemy numbers continued increasing.

Seraph finally sighed.

"I suppose that’s enough."

He holstered his pistols, causing the charging cultivators to grow wary and hesitate.

Suddenly, blood-red light illuminated the corridor.

A spear appeared in Seraph’s hand.

The moment it materialized, the temperature in the hallway dropped.

Killing intent flooded the surroundings, causing several reapers to instinctively step backward.

Caution appeared in those eyes that were hidden behind their masks.

"What kind of weapon is that?"

Seraph didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned forward and vanished.

Boom!

The floor exploded beneath his feet, causing a sonic boom to echo throughout the corridor.

The spear swept horizontally, flashing a crimson arc.

Twenty cultivators were cut in half instantly, their bodies falling to the ground.

Blood sprayed everywhere, and the others immediately went into a frenzy.

"Attack!"

"Kill him!"

Hundreds rushed forward simultaneously from his front and his back.

Seraph spun his spear, and a hurricane erupted.

"Wind Blade."

Countless crescent-shaped blades exploded outward from his spear.

Slash! Slash! Slash!

Bodies were torn apart and several limbs flew through the air.

The walls became covered in the blood of the deceased.

Before the survivors could react, Seraph attacked again and thrust his hand forward.

"Water Blade."

The moisture in the atmosphere condensed instantly. Hundreds of razor-sharp blades formed around him.

Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!

Cultivators collapsed one after another. Their eyes, neck, hearts, guts, and several other parts of their bodies were pierced heavily.

Instantly, screams filled the corridor. Yet Seraph continued walking.

His pace was calm, unhurried, and unbothered.

A group of fire cultivators gathered together to cast a fireball. Their combined attack illuminated the entire hallway.

"Fireball!"

A sea of flames rushed toward him, but Seraph wasn’t panicked. He calmly raised his spear.

"Fire Arrow."

Thousands of flaming arrows materialized above him, and for a brief moment, the corridor resembled a burning sky.

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BOOM-!

Explosions echoed endlessly, and the charging cultivators disappeared beneath the inferno. Entire sections of the corridor collapsed, and the shockwave swept corpses across the floor.

When the smoke cleared, nothing remained at all.

There were only charred bodies, melted walls and metals, and sizzling pools of blood.

Seraph stood alone amidst the destruction, the spear dripping with crimson liquid.

Silence filled the underground base once again.

No more enemies charged forward, and no more footsteps could be heard. Everyone that was sent to fight him was dead. ƒrēewebnovel.com

Hundreds of reapers had been massacred.

The organization’s elite force had been completely erased. Seraph slowly looked ahead.

The corridor stretched into darkness, and for a moment, silence filled the corridor.

That was until he heard a pair of footsteps slowly approaching. Seraph raised his head and looked ahead. A feminine figure slowly approached him, holding a sword in her hand. She had a mask on her face, but Seraph couldn’t mistake her for anyone else.

"Big Sister..."

He called out softly, his grip tightening on his spear. This was the main reason why he had decided to destroy this Reapers base.

Agent-YN stepped forward, only stopping a few meters away from him. She turned her sword and said coldly, "Stand down and submit, Agent-YX."

Seraph’s eyes widened behind the mask. "Don’t do this, Yelena."

She shook her head and said, "I am not Yelena."

The next moment, she dashed at him. Seraph’s eyes narrowed, and he raised his spear.

Clang!

Although he easily blocked her blow, he had to step back to avoid her being blown back by the recoil.

Yelena didn’t pause. She raised her sword and struck at his side. Seraph swiftly dodged and lashed out, but hesitated at the last moment. He didn’t dare to attack her. Even his body failed to move.

"Big Sister, stop! I don’t want to hurt you. Just wait until I’m done with the others."

He said urgently as he desperately evaded her attacks. However, for some reason, her attacks only got more fierce, as if she was determined to kill him.

A sword strike scratched his arm, drawing blood. Seraph’s eyes narrowed as he paused, then looked at her.

They had been fighting for over a quarter of an hour, and she was now panting heavily.

"You..."

She calmly removed her mask, exposing her beautiful face to him.

"Come here."

Seraph froze, then obediently walked forward. To his shock, she opened her arms and embraced him.

Frozen on that familiar embrace, a tear silently slid down his face.