Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 142: A Slight Shock on the Battlefield

People must learn to speak.

It might sound absurd, but indeed many honest people lack even the most basic verbal skills, unable to voice their desires, leaving others to control their fate.

After all, others aren’t your biological parents, why should they reserve the good things for you?

Wang Yunxiao was someone who knew how to speak, securing benefits for himself without letting shame hinder his efforts.

Shame is not meant to be used here.

If the Quartermaster doesn’t provide you with good equipment, perhaps he’s only concerned about how the numbers look on his accounts. If you don’t receive that equipment, it’s your comrades’ lives that are lost.

In the end, Big Beard the Quartermaster honestly brought out ten fully equipped Liuyun Rifles. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

The moment he received the rifle, an unfamiliar female voice resonated in Wang Yunxiao’s mind again.

"Complete preparations immediately, enter the staging area in one minute."

The specific operating procedures for the Liuyun Rifle are all written in the textbook. However, theory is different from practice, which was why Wang Yunxiao so highly valued this opportunity. Getting his hands on a real gun, no matter how briefly or whether he was allowed to fire it, was genuine experience.

The weight of the gun, its recoil, the feel of shooting, the way to load bullets... these were not things you could learn by playing video games; you had to handle them in reality.

Once he held the gun, Wang Yunxiao’s first impression was—it wasn’t easy to use.

It was very heavy, almost twice as heavy as a regular rifle; by the looks of the barrel’s material, it probably wasn’t ordinary metal.

Moreover, the rifle’s firing rate was extremely slow. The bullet needed to be loaded one at a time, following which, a switch on the gas canister was pressed to inject corrosive gas through a rubber tube into the sealed chamber. After waiting at least two seconds, the sealed valve could be opened, allowing the rifle to be fired.

Once the bullet was corroded, it couldn’t stay in the chamber for more than thirty seconds; it had to be fired, or it would severely erode the bore. Normally, a canister of special gas could corrode thirty bullets, and the barrel was able to withstand about the same number of shots. After shooting thirty bullets, the gas canister, rubber tubing, and barrel had to be changed for maintenance.

Its sole advantage was that it could inflict effective damage on demons and evil spirits.

This might seem low-tech, but one must understand that in "most people’s cognition," demons and evil spirits are not afraid of bullets.

Either they have tough skin and can endure a lot, or they are like fleeting dreams without a physical form, or they are so variable that you cannot pinpoint their actual location.

In any case, ordinary people can’t cope with them; they can only wait to die.

This "cognition of the majority" can be described as a collective mindset, whose impact on the Real World is extremely terrifying.

It’s not the existence of demons and evil spirits that creates this cognition.

Even without them, "most people" could still find an "Immortal," "Emperor," "Sect Hierarch," or anything else as an excuse to kneel without resistance.

But once you can inflict effective damage, that touches the blind spot of "most people’s cognition."

"Anchoring failed!"

The sudden feeling of weightlessness made everyone unsteady, nearly causing them to fall to the ground.

When they came to, they found themselves inside a high-rise building.

The outside was shrouded in grey, making it unclear what time it was, but it was at least not night.

"Provisional team 101, move to the window directly ahead to set up a firing position, wait for firing orders."

The rhythm of the woman’s voice in his mind noticeably quickened.

Wang Yunxiao rushed to the window and looked out.

Outside was a vast city enveloped in mist, filled with completely unfamiliar buildings, making it impossible to determine the location immediately.

But it definitely wasn’t Tianmen.

"Where is this?"

Youtiao came over, looked outside briefly, and couldn’t help asking, "This isn’t Tianmen, is it?"

"It’s hard to say..."

Wang Yunxiao looked down and estimated that his group was about fifteen meters above the ground, roughly the height of a six or seven-story building.

"Outside..."

Boom—!

Before Youtiao could finish speaking, all the windows in front of them shattered instantly, and the powerful blast knocked those who had just approached the window off their feet.

Glass shards scattered everywhere, and thick smoke quickly infiltrated the room.

"Put on your masks! Quick, put on your masks!"

The smoke looked as if it was alive, tumbling through the air.

Wang Yunxiao remembered the records about the Miasma Giant in his notebook and quickly issued commands, while he also covered his nose and mouth.

He carefully peeked outside and saw a giant, as large as a mountain range, slowly standing up from the ruins of a distant building.

The giant’s body was encased in sturdy White Bone Armor, and in the gaps of the armor, countless muscles grew uncontrollably, looking like a mass of cancerous bone tumors.

"Zazzah... Lama yi... Halamura..."

Wang Yunxiao had only stolen a glance at it when an influx of unclear, noisy sounds filled his mind.

What is that? Can’t hear clearly! What the hell are you saying?

A baseless anger surged from within him, and for a moment, Wang Yunxiao even felt the impulse to jump out and battle the giant.

Pain, irritation, anxiety, oppression, grievance, despair... A mess of emotions began to boil in his mind.

"Form an array—!"

Wang Yunxiao yelled out, but the voices in his head were too chaotic, and he couldn’t even hear his own voice, let alone be heard by others. At that moment, nearly everyone fell victim to the erosion of the echoes.

Chen Yan suddenly opened her eyes, a flash of silver light fleeting across them before turning blood red. She screamed, covering her eyes and kneeling on the ground.

The light, it flashed only for an instant.

But it was enough.

Wang Yunxiao grabbed Youtiao’s arm, kicked against the wall, and the two of them flew back to the center of their team.

"Form an array! Form an array!"

Though only for a brief moment, everyone finally heard Wang Yunxiao’s voice clearly.

Everyone gathered together, activated their formation, and the psychological pressure suddenly reduced.

"Oh my god!"

Matuan screamed while covering his ears, "I thought I was going to die, what is this thing?"

"Throne Knight."

"Huh?"

Wang Yunxiao, rubbing his temples and grinding his teeth, had his mind violently flooded with information about the Throne Knight the moment he had laid eyes on the giant.

It was a gift, but it could also be said to be a curse.

In his mind, the noisy sounds still lingered, but now Wang Yunxiao finally understood the meaning of those noises.

You have been chosen, you are very talented!

Come, praise loudly! Sing your heart out! Offer the enemies’ heads to the Yellowstone Throne, and partake in the combat trial personally overseen by Holy Lord Satan!