Rebirth of MC Chpt 102 - 202 (unedited translations)

Chapter 145: Devil ants

The silver jian meets the zombie's attack, blade clashing with claws, momentarily allowing the three men to escape danger. Just when their feet settle firmly back on the ground, another two malicious-looking undead rushes out of the swamp, leaping towards them.

In unison, Long Zhanye and You Nuandong open fire at one undead each as Huo Zaiyuan throws up two protective screens to block the clawed strikes. The trio retreats steadily while keeping up the stream of bullets and barriers.

Although the speed of bullets spat out from rifles are extremely fast, these zombies are pretty swift too. Dodging to the left and right, twisting their bodies to evade, swiftly sidestepping at the last second. No matter how sharp a marksmen these two soldiers are, none of their shots hit their intended targets.

"Fuck!" It is extremely rare for this cool-headed individual to burst out cursing in frustration. "Don't bother trying to aim for the head!" Long Zhanye yells before continuing to pull the trigger.

This time, he scores three consecutive hits as the undead fails to dodge completely. One in the shoulder, the second at the waist and the third in the middle of its thigh. If these bullets were ordinary ones, perhaps the undead would have been able to shrug it off and charge again. With explosive rounds, however...a hole is blown in its left shoulder, right waist and right thigh, effectively crippling it. The zombie flops to the ground, struggling to crawl forward with its remaining arm and leg. A yellow paper drops on its back, and it disappears in a blaze of golden fire.

The moment You Nuandong hears his Boss shouting not to bother aiming for the head, the right-hand man immediately shifts his aim downwards. The first bullet pierces his target's abdomen, the second in the thigh, the third and fourth missing their mark. Even so, the explosion from the first shot successfully rips the zombie horizontally in two.

Halting in their retreat as soon as both undead are dealt with, the three men turn to the final zombie currently locked in battle with Liu Ying. As this silver sword is a spirit in its alternate form, the blade possesses a large reservoir of pure, potent spiritual energy, making it extremely effective in dealing with demonic beings. Although the opponent is a Rank 3 undead, the jian isn't a flesh and blood being. Hence it is completely fearless, weaving and ducking craftily around its foe. In this short exchange, the undead is already sporting more than a few deep wounds, consequently allowing the humans to slay it easily.

Another three more crystals in hand, none of them dare to relax the slightest bit. Because according to the survivor's reports, there should be an undead capable of tearing through Taoist barriers and arrays lurking around this village. The zombies they have eliminated so far are mere Rank 3s.

This battle wasted quite a bit of time. Huo Zaiyuan must seal this poisonous swamp away before the runes on Long Zhanye and You Nuandong's bodies lose their effectiveness.

"Little Yuan." Long Zhanye reaches out to clasp his hand, expression solemn.

Seeing that grave look, Huo Zaiyuan is naturally aware of Long Zhanye's thoughts. Smiling faintly, he says, "Don't worry. Although this swamp is larger than the previous one, my inner reserve is now bigger than it was a few months ago. I will not exhaust all my power this time around."

When he first encountered the poisonous swamp, it was so sudden that he panicked. On top of that, he used up quite a bit of power during the battle with the demonic Banyan tree, resulting in him losing conscious after sealing the swamp. The present him, however, is still running on high reserves and a larger pool of energy. While this swamp may be bigger, it wouldn't exhaust him too much to seal it away.

"Un." Long Zhanye eventually consents, letting go of his hand.

Fingers of his right hand gesturing, the white jade brush appears mid-air, rising higher to the sky with a flick of his index finger. Placing his hands flat together in a prayer-like gesture before his chest, his mouth moves in a silent chant. Drawing on Huo Zaiyuan's inner energy, the Holy Dragon Bone Brush begins to move on its own, drawing rune after rune in the air.