The bullet passed through the Heterosequence's face, creating ripples like a stone thrown into water.
Heterosequences are physical entities made of energy. Bullets don't cause the same cavity effect as they do in flesh, making it impossible to deal damage that way.
Since the advent of the firearms era, specialized bullets—crafted from unique ores and processes to block blood energy flow or disrupt blood energy structures—became the best way for ordinary soldiers to fight Heterosequences and mutant beasts.
Naturally, such useful tools were even more effective in the hands of a Punisher.
Especially in Luo Yang's hands.
Under the control of Weapon's End, Ember's Birth, making bullets curve became a possibility.
Luo Yang pulled the trigger in rapid succession, emptying an entire magazine in an instant.
He didn't even need to move his fingers; Weapon's End, Ember's Birth made the bullets fly from the chamber at maximum speed.
Nine silver bullets, glinting with a cold light, passed through the Heterosequence's body, creating ripples before flying toward the wall behind it.
The Heterosequence let out a pained howl. Dark red gas billowed from its twisted face, and its attacks faltered.
“Return!”
At Luo Yang's command, the nine bullets—which were about to hit the wall—performed a sharp turn at an eerie speed and angle, looping back toward the Heterosequence.
While this Heterosequence's intelligence seemed questionable, it wasn't a total fool. After the previous attack, it could feel the threat these bullets posed.
Though they couldn't kill it directly, they could significantly disrupt its energy structure and affect its physical form.
The Heterosequence growled. Its head... if that thing could even be called a head, snapped around toward its back with a bone-chilling grinding sound.
A spray of foul-smelling pus was hurled toward the tightly packed formation of the nine bullets.
Luo Yang smiled faintly. He had predicted the creature's reaction and was already prepared.
“Scatter!”
The clustered bullets instantly dispersed, tracing impossible arcs through the air as they moved toward the positions Luo Yang had pre-calculated.
Seeing its attack miss, the Heterosequence angrily spewed dark red mist from its body. The mist seemed alive, rapidly spreading toward any nearby living things.
Several civilians who hadn't escaped in time came into contact with the mist. It felt like being stabbed by thousands of needles. They cried out in pain, their breathing becoming ragged.
But that was exactly what the Heterosequence wanted.
As they inhaled the air mixed with dark red mist, the blood in their bodies turned violent almost instantly.
Streams of blood erupted from their bodies, guided by the mist toward the Heterosequence.
“It's trying to absorb human blood?”
A trace of curiosity entered Luo Yang's eyes.
It wasn't uncommon for Heterosequences to drink blood, as they craved blood energy.
Because of this, they usually targeted the blood of Punishers.
But the creature before him was trying to harvest the blood of ordinary people. It was common knowledge worldwide that there was no blood energy in the veins of those without abilities.
It wasn't that Luo Yang didn't want to save them; everything happened too fast. Only a few seconds passed between the creature spewing the mist and starting to absorb the blood, leaving him no chance to intervene.
“I don't know what you want with the blood of ordinary people, but you're finishing your business here today.”
“Converge!”
Luo Yang barked. The bullets that had reached their positions shot toward the Heterosequence instantly.
Each bullet had a different target, and every impact point was a result of Luo Yang's careful design.
None of these spots were fatal. Or rather, as a pure energy entity, a Heterosequence had no physical weaknesses aside from its hidden core.
Luo Yang's reason for choosing these spots was to find that hidden core.
Typically, every Heterosequence hid its core in a different location.
However, Luo Yang had accumulated vast experience from dozens of encounters with Heterosequences, and he had begun to develop a certain intuition.
Nine bullets, nine points. Under the control of Weapon's End, Ember's Birth, the bullets were so fast that even this Shadow rank Heterosequence couldn't react.
Pfft, pfft, pfft!
Nine small holes appeared in the Heterosequence's body, once again creating countless ripples.
All the bullets turned to ash upon impact; their time under the control of Weapon's End, Ember's Birth had run out.
Luo Yang's eyes narrowed. A faint dark red glow was peeking through one of the holes in the middle of the Heterosequence's body.
He knew he had guessed correctly.
In the next moment, three Grantee Longswords were summoned from his space ring, hovering around him.
The sharp blades pointed in unison at the staggered Heterosequence.
With a thought, the longswords flew out one by one, thrusting from three different angles toward the position of the core he had just detected.
“Roar!”
The Heterosequence roared, spitting out more pus while twisting its damaged limbs, trying to block the three attacks threatening its very essence.
Its strength did not disappoint.
After all, a Grantee Longsword was only a first-tier weapon. Even under the control of Weapon's End, Ember's Birth—where it could maintain its theoretical maximum performance—its durability was still quite low in the face of a Shadow rank Heterosequence.
Pus rained down like a downpour, carrying a corrosive power capable of melting metal and stone as it splashed toward the three swords.
An ordinary first-tier weapon would be reduced to a pile of scrap iron in a heartbeat if touched by the bodily fluids of a Shadow rank Heterosequence.
While this creature lacked the cunning intelligence of Ying Xiu, its combat instincts were extremely seasoned.
It knew these annoying flying swords were low-tier products that couldn't withstand the corrosion of its fluids.
The dark red pus hit the first sword's blade with precision.
However, nothing happened.
Silver light continued to flow over the blade, and not a single scratch was left on the edge.
The pus slid off the blade like water droplets on smooth glass, unable to even stick to it.
The Heterosequence's fissure-like mouth opened slightly. If it had an expression, it would surely be one of disbelief.
That was the effect of Weapon's End, Ember's Birth.
Any weapon controlled by Luo Yang would not suffer any damage for the duration of the effect.
Corrosion, high temperatures, impacts, or energy erosion—all were useless.
The three longswords were like three streaks of silver lightning, piercing through the barrier of pus and stabbing accurately into the spot Luo Yang had identified.
Now, the Heterosequence would have no chance to move its core.
“ROAR—!”
The Heterosequence let out a deafening roar. The three swords buried themselves deep into its body, their tips protruding from the other side, dragging out a large amount of dark red, mist-like “blood.”
It twisted its deformed body frantically, trying to shake the swords loose, while the mist around it thickened until it was almost solid.
Luo Yang didn't give it any room to breathe.
The surface of his space ring shimmered.
Six more Grantee Longswords appeared by his side simultaneously.
Six silver streaks shot out, splitting into three paths. Every sword's landing point was a location he had meticulously calculated.
Limbs, torso, neck.
He didn't need a killing blow yet; he needed to completely incapacitate the Heterosequence.
The first pierced the left arm.
The second pierced the right arm.
The third pierced the left leg.
The fourth pierced the right leg.
The fifth pierced the abdomen.
The sixth impaled the neck from the side.
A total of nine Grantee Longswords pinned the Shadow rank Heterosequence firmly in place.
Dark red mist-blood flowed down the blades, pooling on the ground into bubbling, foul-smelling puddles.
The Heterosequence struggled desperately, but every sword had precisely severed a key node controlling its body. No matter how much it strained, its deformed limbs only twitched in vain.
It continued to spit pus from its mouth in a final attempt at resistance.
Luo Yang approached step by step.
His pace wasn't fast; it could even be called leisurely.
His shoes clicked against the cracked floor tiles, the crisp sound echoing through the empty lobby.
Behind him, an Armor-piercing Dagger silently emerged from the space ring.
Flickering blue light flowed through the complex energy circuits on the cold blade.
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