Chapter 75

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Chapter 75: The Last Drop of Blood on the Watch Face

"How did he catch up!" The other outlaws behind Lin Mo found nothing nearby; it was completely empty.

"Who are you? Get out of here quickly!"

In the dark night, alone, he had crossed nearly a hundred kilometers; they really could not understand how he caught up.

Walking the night road too long, one is bound to encounter ghosts, and this group of robbers felt as if they had run into one.

The outlaws dared not underestimate him; this young man, whom they had robbed, acted strangely, and they did not dare to shoot randomly. Killing was easy, but they had no idea about their opponent’s abilities.

Faced with the dark gun muzzles pointing at him, Lin Mo showed no concern. Except for a few large-caliber, high-power firearms, the TT-33 pistols and AKs these robbers held could hardly harm him.

With a language barrier, they could only communicate through fists. Lin Mo saw that these outlaws, skilled in robbery and killing, carried the weight of many lives they had taken, and that criminals from nomadic tribes were even more ruthless, regarding human lives like grass.

Without warning, Lin Mo suddenly pushed off the ground with his feet, and in the blink of an eye, he charged into the group of robbers, throwing one aside with a punch.

The man screamed as he flew more than ten meters away, accidentally pulling the trigger on his AK74, which spat bullets in a frenzy. The dark red bullet trajectory flashed towards the sky, followed by a dull thud as he hit the ground, and then there was silence.

Even if the grass was soft, falling from such a height could take half a life.

Lin Mo moved too quickly; the robbers didn’t even have time to react. At such close range, their guns became nearly useless, easily injuring their own. Most of these robbers were equipped with Russian-made AK74 assault rifles which fired small caliber 5.45 ammo, nicknamed “poisoned bullets,” causing severe injuries upon impact.

In their panic, the robbers scattered, but Lin Mo’s second target was the outlaw who had robbed him before. He slapped the TT33 from the man’s hands, which shared the same origin as the Chinese-made Type 54 pistol, and with the other hand, he gripped the man’s throat, lifting him effortlessly, turning with him like carrying a sack, and slammed him hard against Lin Mo’s back.

The remaining robbers were startled by Lin Mo’s fierce attack, fearing they would be next. Unable to control themselves, they pulled triggers in a frantic spray of shots.

Suddenly, a large, bowl-shaped metal cover appeared next to Lin Mo, encompassing him from all sides. Countless bullets pounded against the shield, as if hitting a bottomless pit, sparking not a single spark before vanishing without a trace.

Was this guy human or a monster? The outlaws were nearly driven mad, losing their ability to speak, making strange cries instead.

The gold giant dragon, waiting patiently, could no longer hold back. While the robbers’ attention was fixed on Lin Mo, before they could fire at him, it transformed into a massive hemispherical shield, protecting Lin Mo entirely. Even as a Dragon Knight in another world, Lin Mo had never received such treatment.

With a firing rate of 40-100 rounds per minute, the AK74 was powerful, but it wasn’t a machine gun. Its weakness was exposed; assault rifles were merely for show in fierce battle. If soldiers couldn’t mount a charge, they were dead—deserters perished faster. In a trench assault, soldiers might not survive to empty a magazine.

Reality was not like novels or films; not everyone carried infinite ammo like a protagonist.

The 30-round curved plastic magazine was drained in an instant. In close combat, if they emptied their guns, they were finished.

Lin Mo’s right hand waved in the air, and the metal cover that had protected him transformed into a giant sword, nearly as tall as he was, similar in style to the Dragon Slayer sword.

The power of the Dragon Slayer sword was feared even by dragon kin. This was the fighting style of a Dragon Knight, but for ordinary people, this style was too bloody, too brutal.

Dragon Knights fought giant beasts! This was overkill for the current situation.

The massive sword gleamed with a fierce light, and the evolutionary abilities of the gold giant dragon seamlessly synchronized with Lin Mo, like a flash of lightning. In the chaos, another robber was severed by a swift strike. One sword stroke could cleave even a tank, let alone a fragile human.

They didn’t even have time to reload; the outlaws’ doom had arrived. Since Lin Mo had appeared, he had no intention of leaving anyone alive. Killing these outlaws a thousand times would not repay the countless sins they had committed.

The robbers’ desperate screams could not stop Lin Mo’s slaughter; the massive sword absorbed all the bullets, not even grazing Lin Mo.

Just as Lin Mo had imagined, those bullets were mere candies for the gold giant dragon. Who would fear a snack attack? The dragon simply had to open its mouth and eat without lifting a finger.

The crazed robbers even forgot to flee. Perhaps deep down they thought that encountering such a monster, not even driving a Ferrari could help them escape.

At this moment, humanity exploded with fearless courage after reaching the peak of terror, moving from one extreme to the other.

Intense gunfire erupted on the grassland, with dark red bullet trajectories crisscrossing the air, yet they couldn’t hit Lin Mo. Some robbers were even shot by their own comrades, barely having time to scream before facing a cold flash charging towards them, leaving them knowing nothing.

Nearly half of the robbers had been mercilessly dismembered by Lin Mo; guns and limbs broken, and with their bullets spent, some even drew their sabers and rushed at Lin Mo in a desperate frenzy.

Be it an AK, TT33, or saber, most human weapons were metal. Facing an otherworldly creature that consumed metal, of course, it would accept anything that came. With a Dragon Knight, even if God or Allah descended, there would be only one outcome—they would simply be serving themselves up!

In the blink of an eye, only the last outlaw remained, hoisting his saber in the air. He witnessed his companion getting sliced from shoulder to leg by Lin Mo, as if cutting through soft tofu. A splash of hot blood hit this last robber’s face.

Soaking in blood, the last outlaw seemed to finally come to his senses. Looking around, he saw no one else standing except Lin Mo and himself. The heavy scent of blood in the air made him feel nauseous.

Was this guy a demon from hell?!

What was in his hand?! What about the shield that appeared earlier—was it an artifact?!

Were they really deeply sinful, causing the heavens to send a divine being to punish them?

The last remaining outlaw let out a heart-wrenching howl, like a lone wolf about to perish. Within mere breaths, his former companions had fallen. Trying to block a moving vehicle with his small arms only led to despair, as the courage to resist vanished when faced with his comrades’ blood.

Ah! The last surviving outlaw dropped his saber and turned to flee, his only thought was to get as far away from this demon as possible. Just to enjoy each breath of life had become his luxury.

Suddenly, he paused, unable to take another step. Confused, he slowly lowered his head to look at his chest, where a curved blade pierced through, extending longer until it revealed a huge crescent-shaped blade without a handle.

Like a beautiful crescent moon appearing on his chest, the moment the blade left, the outlaw felt his senses fade, darkness enveloping his soul.

With a diameter of nearly three meters, the graceful crescent blade floated in the air, trembling slightly; crimson blood flowed effortlessly over the shimmering blade, showcasing a nearly despairing form of lethal artistry.

The blade turned slightly and suddenly lunged at Lin Mo, who had not moved an inch. The blade shrank further in mid-air and transformed into an exquisite watch which gently clicked into place on Lin Mo’s wrist, with the last drop of blood falling onto the grass.

Lin Mo seized an abundance of stolen goods, with several horses meant to carry them. This group of outlaws was not new to crime; they had probably succeeded many times, making it unlikely that the police would find all the owners.

All the robbers’ spoils were piled together; Lin Mo took back only his belongings, not seizing anything extra.

Guns, knives, and bullets—all metal products became sweet rewards for the gold giant dragon. This little gratitude was certainly justified.

As for the bodies, Lin Mo did not consider them. He simply left them to the wild, waiting for someone to find them; they would likely be devoured by wild beasts until nothing remained. Even if someone could recognize something, they would only find the marks of cold, cutting weapons. With just that trace, no one could track Lin Mo down.

At that moment, the police may have already placed Lin Mo on the missing persons list.

Several of the horses the robbers had were killed by stray bullets during the fight. Lin Mo led away one chestnut horse, freeing the others, releasing them from all human burdens until they could roam free.

Shouldering his backpack, Lin Mo took out a map and compass, found his direction, and walked slowly across the grassland. The area was littered with traces of battle, quite unsuitable for camping.

When the first rays of sunlight touched Lin Mo’s face, his eyelashes trembled as he awakened from a sweet dream. Last night’s battle had led him to dream of the Dragon Knight army from another world, his comrade Akka and his fire giant dragon, Captain Geldael, and that damned only son of the civil affairs minister, Glan. Lin Mo found himself again playing and fighting alongside them, clashing with the Texi Empire multiple times.