area51novel Chapter 271 Ambush
Chapter 271 Ambush
Chapter 271 Ambush
The carriage traveled for about ten minutes in the quiet night before finally stopping in front of a dilapidated group of buildings.
Lorne lifted the curtain of the car window and looked out. What came into view was a group of dilapidated buildings that looked particularly eerie in the night, and the faint sound of rushing river water could be heard not far away.
"The dock?"
"This is the West Bayron shipyard, which has been abandoned for a year and is about to be renovated," Maric's hoarse voice came from the side. "Our planned ambush site is in its warehouse area."
The Tasok River was right next to them—if anything unexpected happened, they could choose to jump into the river to escape. Lorne analyzed the surrounding environment as he got off the carriage.
After that, he followed Sharon and Marich deeper into the abandoned shipyard.
After walking for about five or six minutes, they arrived at an open space surrounded by several huge warehouses.
"My living corpses sleep underground here," Marich warned, pointing to several places.
Buried underground — "Night of the Living Dead"? Upon hearing the other person's description, Lorne suddenly recalled an old movie he had once seen.
Sharon looked around to make sure everything was alright, then said to Lorne, "Get ready, we're going to lure the enemy over here."
"It won't take more than thirty minutes, so please keep track of the time." She paused, then added, "After you've finished preparing, hide in a warehouse randomly. Don't rush into action; you must have enough patience."
"Wait until I am weakened and the Crimson Corona appears, then launch a surprise attack on that vengeful spirit, Steve."
"The plan—it doesn't sound complicated," Lorne said, resting his chin on his hand.
"The simpler the plan, the more effective it tends to be," Sharon replied calmly.
"Hmm—" Lorne nodded solemnly.
"What's wrong? You seem a little off?" Sharon keenly noticed the subtle change in his emotions.
"This battle—could be troublesome," Lorne replied, a strange unease creeping into his heart.
His "premonition of doom" told him that this battle could be extremely dangerous. This was a disaster he had actively sought out; his spiritual intuition was frantically warning him not to get involved.
"It's not too late to back out now," Sharon said expressionlessly.
Upon hearing this, Lorne paused slightly, and even Marich, standing beside him, showed a look of surprise. After all, they had been preparing for this operation for a long time.
Looking into the gothic girl's earnest, emotionless azure eyes, Lorne finally shook his head gently.
"No, since I've already promised you, I can't go back on my word." He took a deep breath and continued, "If—if things really get to the most critical point, come to me as soon as possible, and I have a way to get you out of here."
"How do you do it?" Marich asked curiously.
"Teleport. But you only have one chance," Lorne replied succinctly.
He had borrowed a teleportation gem from Fors to study the language of the Full Moon, and he still hadn't returned it to her. While using it without permission wouldn't be entirely ethical, since they had agreed it was only for research, in an emergency—he couldn't worry about that now.
"I've helped Fors several times already, so using one of her magical items shouldn't be too much of a problem, right?" Lorne thought to himself.
"Okay, you go ahead and get ready," Sharon said. "Everything is going according to plan."
Four huge warehouses surrounded a clearing overgrown with weeds. The ground was somewhat muddy from the previous rain.
Lorne surveyed his surroundings and finally chose the rooftop of one of the warehouses as his hiding place. It was the highest point, offering the best view and a clear view of the entire open space.
Hidden in the huge shadow of the rooftop, Lorne began to take stock of his equipment. He put on the ring that forced calmness on the index finger of his left hand, and then hid a shimmering talisman in the cuff of his right sleeve.
Tonight, the crimson moon was obscured by thick clouds, and there was only a faint light in the open space, making visibility very poor.
Not long after, Lorne's spiritual intuition was suddenly triggered! He looked closely and saw three extremely fast figures rapidly approaching from the darkness in the distance.
Leading the pack was Marich. He was incredibly fast, weaving effortlessly through the complex buildings, and in a flash, he burst into the entrance to the open space.
This speed—it's faster than a horse! Lorne was somewhat surprised.
Even so, he still couldn't shake off his pursuers.
A pale-faced "zombie" was biting Marich's back, keeping the two within ten meters of each other.
A dozen meters behind them, a lean but unusually strong man was being left further and further behind. Looking at the man's long, dagger-like black fingernails that gleamed coldly, Lorne guessed that he must be the "werewolf" Tyr.
Tear!
The moment Jason, the "living corpse," stepped into the open space, the soil in different parts of the open space was suddenly ripped up, and one after another, expressionless corpses exuding a putrid smell burst out of the ground, roaring as they swarmed toward Jason!
"cut!"
Jason stopped and let out a disdainful laugh.
With that mocking laugh, the shadowy figures that had just crawled out of the ground were sent flying backward like candles blown by a gale. Some screamed and vanished into black smoke, while others were lost in place, spinning around in confusion.
In an instant, the situation reversed. Marich's pre-prepared "zombie" trap failed to have a sufficient effect. The two then engaged in close-quarters combat.
A thick wisp of black energy suddenly exploded between the two. Marich staggered back a step, while the "zombie" named Jason remained firmly in place.
"Marich, you're still so weak! You still don't know how to use the power of desire!" Jason said in a low, hoarse voice, letting out a mocking laugh.
At that moment, Tyr, the "werewolf," finally arrived. The situation instantly became two against one.
However, before they could gloat for long, Jason's head suddenly twisted to the side in an extremely unnatural arc.
His pale face instantly turned ashen, and two identical, exquisitely beautiful figures vaguely appeared in his eyes: a black Gothic court dress, long, smooth, pale golden hair, and a face as delicate as a doll.
Snapped!
His two hands, like iron clamps, suddenly stretched out and tightly gripped the neck of the "werewolf" Tyr beside him.
Sharon has possessed Jason!
Tyr took a deep breath, and black hair grew wildly from his neck, briefly resisting the terrifying force that was about to crush his trachea and cervical vertebrae.
"ah----"
Just as his eyes began to roll back, his consciousness was about to fade into darkness, and he was about to faint, his still-functioning right hand reached with difficulty into his pocket.
The next second, the entire open space, along with the four surrounding warehouses, was completely enveloped by an intense, irresistible crimson moonlight.
Sharon was strongly affected by the moonlight, and her body was instantly forced out of Jason's body.
She became extremely weak, her legs seemingly unable to support her weight any longer, and she collapsed softly to the ground, her elaborate and gorgeous court dress now covered in dirty dust and mud.
Tyrell, the "werewolf," gasped for breath, clutching a crescent-shaped ornament that emitted an ominous red glow. He grinned maliciously at Sharon, who lay sprawled on the ground, his eyes filled with mockery.
Damn it! They actually gave the most crucial item to the weakest "werewolf"! This is completely unexpected!
Lorne cursed under his breath while on the roof.
The threat posed by the "zombies" is far greater than that of the "werewolfs." Therefore, Sharon will inevitably choose to possess a "zombie" first. The other side seems to have anticipated this as well, and has therefore made corresponding arrangements in advance.
Tyrell did not rush to attack. He knew very well that the longer the time dragged on under the influence of the "Crimson Corona", the weaker Sharon and Marich would become.
Just then, Sharon, lying on the ground, struggled to raise her arms. With her left hand, she removed the black lace glove from her right palm, then aimed it at the woman who, also affected by the full moon, had become bloodthirsty and frenzied.
Jason, the "zombie," was lunging at her.
A bronze door, covered with countless mysterious patterns and exuding an indescribable ancient aura, appeared out of nowhere behind Jason!
Countless pale, twisted arms of varying lengths stretched out wildly from the huge crack in the door, crossing the distance of the void, and grabbed tightly onto the body of "zombie" Jason!
Those twisted things are trying their best to drag Jason, the "living person," into the unknown and terrifying world behind that door!
Even though his mind was completely controlled by his bloodlust and desire to kill, Jason instinctively felt extreme fear.
"Ugh!"
The extremely suppressed roar came from Marich on the other side. He clutched his head in agony, his eyes already tinged with blood. Clearly, he had overestimated his tolerance for the curse. He was about to lose control of his craving for fresh flesh!
"Yes! That's it! Release it! Release it and you won't be in pain anymore!" Tyr's face lit up with ecstasy as he spoke in a seductive, deep voice.
Not far away, on the rooftop, Lorne's face grew increasingly grim. His spiritual intuition was frantically warning him.
Even with that magical glove, Miss Sharon, in her weakened state, would absolutely not be able to kill that "zombie" in a short time.
Marich is on the verge of spiraling out of control. Even if the "werewolf" doesn't make a move, he could self-destruct at any moment.
Moreover, there is a Sequence 5 "Wraith" on the other side that has not made a move from beginning to end!
"What should we do? Should we intervene? If this drags on, Marich and the others are doomed!" Lorne was caught in a dilemma.
Suddenly, his "premonition of disaster" was triggered! Following the direction of his perception, from the perspective of his spiritual vision, a phantom that was almost blending into the darkness was silently appearing not far from Marich.
That vengeful spirit Steve is about to make his move!
"call----"
Lorne took a deep breath. He knew that if he didn't act now, it would truly be too late.
We must attack both the "vengeful spirit" and the "werewolf" at the same time, otherwise, Marich will definitely be doomed!
After quickly estimating the distance, he swiftly devised a plan. He raised his hand and activated the talisman hidden in his sleeve!
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