Beating Instances through Words Left by the Dead

Chapter 868: Chapter 374: Steam Root Power (2)

In this way, Wu Chang and Raventon swaggered through the outer ordinary workshop and arrived at the high-grade fabric workshop.

Standing at the workshop door, the two felt an overwhelming pressure, as if a layer of transparent plastic wrap was covering their bodies, making them feel a tightness in their chest and hindering the flow of their extraordinary power within.

Wu Chang kicked open the door to the high-grade fabric workshop and rushed inside with Raventon, greeted by a hail of bullets and curses.

Wu Chang asked, ”Are you ready?”

Raventon grabbed the handle of his staff and pulled out a rapier, saying irritably:

”You should have said this before kicking the door.”

Wu Chang picked up a crowbar from behind cover and said, ”Saying it now is still timely.”

Inside the high-grade fabric workshop, both of their extraordinary powers were unable to manifest due to the steam root power’s influence.

This included the permanent shield from Wu Chang’s reincarnation skills ”Knight Will Not Die Unarmed.” Although his Titan title wasn’t affected, and ordinary Demon-Breaking Bullets were not a threat to him, for now, he didn’t plan to reveal this ace up his sleeve.

He and Raventon hid behind cover, listened to the gunshots, and counted silently in their hearts.

Currently, the handguns used on the market in Stilan City are mostly revolvers, with six bullets in the cylinder.

The hired thugs in Sloan Textile Factory were just a bunch of rabble, only knowing how to unleash covering fire but not how to coordinate.

When the six bullets ran out, the workshop fell into a brief period of vacuum. Wu Chang and Raventon exchanged glances and simultaneously charged out from behind cover.

Wu Chang possessed the passive ”Master Level Cold Weapon Usage,” and swinging the crowbar, he entered a mob of thugs hurriedly reloading bullets, akin to a tiger into a flock of sheep.

The crowbar in his hand swung faster than lightning; the thugs present didn’t even realize what happened before having their limbs broken, lying on the ground.

On the other side, Raventon also performed admirably, being from a noble family and proficient in spear technique and swordsmanship.

Although his swordsmanship was far from master level, it was more than sufficient against the thugs.

The slender staff sword in his hand was exceptionally cunning, able to precisely identify the enemy’s weaknesses, always making the opponent lose their ability to resist within one or two sword strikes.

During combat, he even had the leisure to scan the battlefield, noticed a thug far away finished reloading bullets, and had enough time to use his free left hand to raise his gun and shoot, taking down targets that might cause threats.

The high-grade fabric workshop is the core of Sloan Textile Factory, where over thirty armed thugs amassed, yet in just a minute, half were on the ground.

Those employed were merely hired thugs from the Gelion gang, not death squads. Seeing the two so ferocious, they hurriedly dropped their revolvers and surrendered by lying on the ground.

Wu Chang grabbed one of the thugs and asked, ”Who’s in charge here?”

The thug pointed to the depths of the workshop and said, ”Mr. Sloan himself is in charge here; when you rushed in, he already fled to the back.”

At the deepest part of the high-grade fabric workshop, a giant weaving machine over fifteen meters tall stood. It connected all the weaving machines within the workshop, or rather all the small weaving machines within the workshop were part of its extension.

Sloan moved his corpulent body, accompanied by two trusted bodyguards, to the front of the Soul Weaving Machine.

He took out a handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and muttered:

”Damn, they really came after me, those damn top hat dogs, only listen to that bitch’s orders, can’t tell who’s paying taxes, who really is the true master of this country.”

”Thankfully, the Divine Envoy prepared a hidden passageway in advance, or else they’d catch me.”

Sloan pressed a hidden button on the loom, revealing a narrow secret door on the weaving machine. The door was so narrow he had to suck in his gut sideways to enter.

He looked back at the two trusted bodyguards and said, ”Hold those top hat dogs off, I’ll find a way to pull you out.”

The two bodyguards bowed and said, ”Understood, Mr. Sloan!”

Sloan didn’t have time to say more; hearing the gunfire becoming sparse in the distance, he hurriedly closed the hidden passage’s door from the inside and struggled to squeeze into the passage.

The two trusted guards exchanged a glance and went to the other side of the Soul Weaving Machine, pressing another concealed button.

Inside the Soul Weaving Machine, Sloan felt today’s hidden passageway was exceptionally long. Previously, during tests, he could pass through the passage in half a minute, enter the underground dark river via the tunnel, and leave by boat.

But today, after a minute, he hadn’t reached the tunnel entrance.

He walked another ten seconds, finally seeing the familiar tunnel door. However, upon pushing open the door, what appeared was not the tunnel entrance, but a peculiar small space.

Where is this?

The room was very hot, making him sweat profusely; while taking off his coat, he walked towards the honeycomb-shaped wall at the end of the space.

He could feel scorching air flows rushing out of it, seemingly connected to the outside world.

He reached the wall, peered through the honeycomb, and found it was connected to a burning boiler.

The vigorous flames inside the boiler were rushing towards him through countless honeycombs.

”No!”

Accompanied by screams and the faint aroma of roasted meat, the Soul Weaving Machine spewed a puff of light red steam.

The two trusted bodyguards recited the Peaceful Sect’s scriptures calmly, commencing the self-destruction procedure. As the brief scriptures ended, they stuck a revolver into their mouths, faced Wu Chang and Raventon rushing from afar, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

One of the bodyguards hesitated momentarily when firing the gun, failing to die on the spot.