Dragon Raja 3; Chapter 275: A Friend of Justice (11)

Dragon Raja 3

Erii paid no attention to the SWAT officer’s chatter. Below them, the city, bright with countless lights, stretched out like an unfolding scroll, her pupils reflecting the millions of twinkling lights.

Meanwhile, Caesar leaned against the automatic door of the armory, his fingers brushing over the barrel of a Winchester shotgun. Behind him, a bag held a dozen more Winchester shotguns. Chu Zihang’s bag contained nine Sten submachine guns, and in his hands was a “Fire Punch” flamethrower, another classic piece of World War II military equipment, whose flames once set Berlin ablaze. If they had three flamethrowers and unlimited fuel, they might easily hold off the Death Servitors outside the door. But they only had one canister of fuel, and after years of storage, it had evaporated down to almost nothing.

Behind them came the chilling sound of something massive slithering along the ground—the Death Servitors had invaded the mural hall, and only the carved wooden door stood between them and the armory. With their strength, breaking down the wooden door would be effortless. The only reason they hadn’t yet discovered the armory was their low intelligence. Some Death Servitors, after mutating, gained enhanced senses like sight, hearing, or smell, but serpent-like mutations didn’t significantly enhance their senses. Despite their intimidating golden eyes, their vision was weak, and their already keen sense of smell was being thrown off by the blood and heat in the mural hall. As for hearing, snakes were nearly deaf, so the Death Servitors weren’t likely to gain much in that department either. Their sensitivity was to ground vibrations, so as long as Caesar and Chu Zihang remained still, the Death Servitors would have a hard time locating their hiding spot.

“How many are there?” Chu Zihang asked quietly.

“Over a hundred. All of the Death Servitors have entered the mural hall, and the elevator shaft is clear. They’re eating the dead; I can hear them tearing into the muscle. It’s disgusting,” Caesar replied softly. “How would you assess the combat strength of these snake-like Death Servitors?”

Chu Zihang thought for a moment. “Grade A. Their speed surpasses that of a zebra, their bite force is comparable to a lion’s, and their cell regeneration is fast—wounds heal quickly. Their weakest points are the heart, head, and nervous system. Severing limbs doesn’t affect them much; you must make sure to finish them off after knocking them down.”

Caesar nodded. “I agree, Grade A. In a one-on-one melee, neither of us would have the upper hand.”

Cassell College also had a grading system for Death Servitors. Up until now, the ones Caesar and Chu Zihang had dealt with were no higher than Grade C. A Grade A Death Servitor posed a real danger to even an A-class agent.

“Do you trust that Japanese guy? Could he have already run off?” Caesar asked in a low voice.

“Since we’ve chosen to cooperate, we have no choice but to trust him, right?”

“Your habit of trusting people makes it a miracle you’ve survived this long,” Caesar shrugged. “He’s one of those dragon-blooded things. Dragons are emotionless creatures. If they overpower you, they’ll devour you without hesitation.”

Chu Zihang remained silent.

“Alright, alright, I wasn’t talking about that girl. Actually, I quite like her—she’s beautiful… But still, it’s best not to trust anything with dragon blood,” Caesar took a deep breath. “Are you ready?”

Chu Zihang gripped a cross-shaped spear in both hands and slowly nodded.

“Then why aren’t we starting?” Caesar pressed the door button and strode out.

A Death Servitor hung from the rack outside the armory. After its serpent-like mutation, its reflexes were lightning-fast, and it immediately lunged at the back of Caesar’s neck. But Caesar had already detected its position using his Kamaitachi Yanling, and he threw himself backward, firing his Winchester shotgun upwards.

The shotgun had immense power but lacked penetration. The injured Death Servitor hit the ground and rolled, attempting to rise and counterattack, but Chu Zihang’s spear pierced its abdomen, pinning it to the floor. Two Sten submachine guns pressed against its forehead and fired until both magazines were empty.

“No wonder people at the College call you a killing machine. I really like your thorough, no-mercy approach,” Caesar said as he tossed aside his shotgun and pulled two Sten submachine guns from the bag on Chu Zihang’s back.

“I’m not interested in bloodshed, but I know that showing mercy to these creatures will only get us all killed,” Chu Zihang replied, pulling the cross spear from the corpse with his right hand and taking a Winchester shotgun from Caesar’s bag with his left.

They used weapons from each other’s bags for faster retrieval. In the Ming dynasty, soldiers wielding long swords would draw them from each other’s backs for speed, avoiding the limitations of sword length. Caesar wielded the Sten submachine guns because he was in charge of offense, while Chu Zihang, holding the cross spear and shotgun, handled defense. Although the shotgun wasn’t lethal to the Death Servitors, its powerful blasts could push them back.

Caesar finally took in the scene inside the mural hall, which had become a breeding pit for serpents. The Death Servitors were tangled together, writhing in the blood-soaked space, fighting over the corpses of the dead. It was a vision of pure hell—just looking at it made him want to vomit everything he’d ever eaten.

“Have I ever told you I hate snakes?” Caesar shouted as his Sten submachine gun began to roar.

“I hate eels,” Chu Zihang replied coldly.

Bullets sprayed out in a wide arc, sparking off the Death Servitors’ scales. Only a few bullets managed to slip between the scales and penetrate their bodies. Whether wounded or not, the Death Servitors all opened their mouths and screamed, the sound like a chorus of crying infants, crashing over Caesar and Chu Zihang like a tide.

“Oh, and I don’t like crying babies either!” Caesar barked, ejecting an empty magazine, as Chu Zihang quickly slotted a fresh one into place. Without the Gatling gun, they had to push their submachine guns to their limits.

Caesar advanced while firing, moving toward the screen wall in the center of the hall. Death Servitors closed in from all directions, their gaze fixed on the two men, who seemed to be walking right onto their dinner plates. One Death Servitor approached Caesar from the side, but his focus was on the enemies ahead. Without a glance, Chu Zihang lunged forward with his cross spear, striking the creature. Although his swordsmanship was learned in a youth center kendo class, he had studied Japanese martial arts on his own. This thrust carried the force and intent of the Hōzōin-ryū spear style.

The Death Servitor raised both hands to block, and the spear pierced through its palm. It showed no signs of pain, however, and clenched the spear’s blade with its hands. Chu Zihang pressed forward, driving the creature back. At that moment, Caesar drew his Colt “Westward Watch.”

The sound of the shot was like a thunderclap. The large-caliber bullet embedded itself in the Death Servitor’s abdomen and exploded. The mercury splattered everywhere, heated by the gunpowder, creating a cloud of white mercury vapor. The Death Servitors scattered, and those touched by the mercury had their scales turn pale and fall off, leaving gray-white scars where the mercury had burned into their skin.

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