Chapter 34: Bombardment
On the deserted rooftop, Tang Song used his cane to flip over the skeletal remains beneath the tattered black robe.
The skeleton was small, without any decoration, looking unremarkable, just the kind of white bone that results from being buried underground for hundreds of years and completely ossifying.
Tang Song even caught a slight foul smell of corpse decay.
"Urnos is a Black Wizard. He has many ways to protect himself. Unless you find his Phylactery, it will be very difficult to eliminate him!"
West wore ancient paladin armor. Although his 1.9-meter frame was thin, it could support this suit of armor.
The armor emitted a faint milky white holy light, and even West's face seemed tinged with sanctity.
He stood beside Tang Song at this moment, his gaze towards Tang Song couldn't hide his astonishment.
Urnos's strength was not to be underestimated. Even he had to wear a full set of paladin armor when facing Urnos.
This merchant, whom he had never paid much attention to, could actually easily take one of Urnos's lives.
West couldn't help but raise the value he placed on Tang Song in his heart.
He began to seriously consider the matter of being Tang Song's guide.
The Sacred Shield Brotherhood wasn't without Eastern Faces. One of the founders of the Sacred Shield Brotherhood back then was Master Zhang Heng from The East.
With the ability and strength Tang Song displayed, he would definitely have a good future within the Brotherhood. By then, he, as the guide, would naturally benefit.
With the support of the organization, he didn't dare to think about the position of Pope, but the head of the Inquisition was going into ascetic cultivation in a monastery in a few years.
He might not be without a chance.
As he thought, West's gaze towards Tang Song became softer and kinder.
Tang Song, however, didn't notice the change in West's gaze. He used his cane to pick aside the fragments of black robe on the skeletal remains, watching his subordinates clean up the corpses of the few Snipers on the Rooftop.
His mood was inevitably a bit gloomy. At this moment, the crackling gunfire from the direction of the Lighthouse reached his ears like firecrackers.
Tang Song glanced at West, who was shining like an incandescent lamp beside him, and suddenly asked:
"Chief Inquisitor, if the commotion caused during the cleanup of dark creatures is too large and attracts the attention of Government Departments, how do you usually handle it?"
West was taken aback by Tang Song's question. He then looked at the Priest beside him.
Because minor matters like this are usually handled by the Inquisition's deacons.
A Young Priest Deacon stepped forward and explained to Mr. Tang politely but with difficulty concealing his arrogance: "Mr. Tang, we have dedicated liaison agencies that can directly report the information to the White House and the Department of Defense. Other countries' Presidential Offices also have specialized departments to interface with us!"
Tang Song paused with his cane and grinned: "That's good. Then I'll trouble you to report it to the White House now!"
Report? Report what? The Deacon's face was full of questions, somewhat not understanding Tang Song's meaning.
"Frank, bring out the big guys we brought and let these Vampires taste what it's like to be subjected to bombardment!"
Tang Song, with a bit of anger, directly took out his communicator, connected to the channel, and spoke to Frank.
......
Two heavy trucks, dubbed Military Optimus Primes, stopped on the Interstate Highway not far from the Dock.
Under Frank's command, over a dozen burly men in camouflage from Russia busily unloaded heavy metal parts one by one.
Assembling them on the spot, these Russian strongmen were very skilled and fast, taking less than half an hour.
Two unusually large heavy artillery pieces appeared not far from the Dock.
When the thick cannon barrels, nearly three meters long, pointed towards the sky.
The few people on the Rooftop, except for Tang Song, couldn't help but swallow.
The Deacon even stammered a bit as he asked: "Mr. Tang, wha- what is this?"
"Artillery, isn't it obvious?" Tang Song glanced at him dismissively and added: "This is a Soviet-made 2S4 240mm Tulip Mortar!"
"I know it's artillery, but why did you bring such large artillery? Do you know what kind of impact using such large caliber artillery on the Federation mainland will cause?"
The Deacon said, somewhat exasperated.
Although The Church has considerable autonomy in dealing with dark creatures, governments of various countries also give The Church some face.
But using this kind of heavy artillery to bombard someone else's territory... "Werewolves, Black Wizards, and the Vampires inside seem very well prepared," Tang Song ignored the exasperated Deacon and said, looking at West: "I don't think we should put the battlefield on their prepared home ground. What do you think?"
An offensive battle requires human lives to fill the gaps. Tang Song didn't want to use his own people's lives.
West looked at Tang Song's calm and determined gaze, thought about his plans, and after a moment of contemplation, said: "The matter of the evil god's descent is very important. The Church will communicate with the Government Department about this. I believe the President will understand our difficulties!"
The Deacon beside him had a conflicted expression and wanted to say something, but a female priest beside him pulled his sleeve, stopping him in time.
...…
At this moment, beside the Interstate Highway, two Russian strongmen lifted an artillery shell that was a full meter long and as thick as a small gas tank, and loaded it into the ammo compartment.
A gunner turned the breech mechanism, and the tank-style track fed the artillery shell into the cannon bore.
Two gunners adjusted the firing angle by rotating the cannon barrels.
Soon, under the operation of these experienced gunners, the two giant cannons were aimed at the target, ready to fire.
"Fire!"
Frank issued the order through the communicator.
......
In the various Bunkers near the Lighthouse, some Vampires quickly noticed something unusual.
Deacon Frost's order to them was to hold their ground here and wait for him to complete the ritual.
The movement of the human Gunmen retreating was quickly detected by these Vampires with their keen sense of smell.
They poked their heads out through the Bunkers one after another.
A wailing sound like an organ playing. They raised their heads and only saw two black dots descending from the sky.
Two artillery shells struck the exact center of the Lighthouse. Inside the Lighthouse, two Werewolves holding submachine guns were blown to smithereens along with the entire Lighthouse.
On the ground, two large pits four to five meters deep were left behind.
A strong shockwave radiated outwards from the center of the large pits. A thick wave of soil was lifted from the ground, and the nearby sea surface also surged, raising waves.
Even the abandoned unfinished building where Tang Song stood shook for a moment.
...
"What was that noise?"
In a Laboratory within the Underground Castle, a Vampire Professor wearing a white coat was using a centrifuge to break down the serum sent by Deacon Frost.
Suddenly, the ground shook, and soil rustled down from the ceiling.
"Was that an earthquake?"
The Professor stumbled, nearly falling to the ground. Deacon Frost suddenly appeared beside him and steadied him.
"Professor, how are the experiment data?"
Deacon Frost couldn't wait for the Professor to stand steady before asking.
The Professor adjusted his glasses: "Theoretically, there's no problem. This Perfect Blood can indeed neutralize the energy in Daywalker blood, but this requires a large amount of experiment data as a basis!
This will probably take some time!"
"We don't have time!" Deacon Frost licked the bloodstain on his canine tooth.
Boom...
A violent explosion sound was like muffled thunder.
The strong vibration directly threw the Professor, who had just stood steady, outwards, crashing into the centrifuge stand.
Blood flowed down his bruised forehead. In a daze, the Professor felt the moonlight shining on him. That comfortable feeling was like lying on a haystack on a Farm before being subjected to The Embrace by a Vampire, carefree, comfortable, and at ease.
The moon? The Professor blinked, wiped away the bloodstain that had flowed into his glasses. In the sky, a bright moon hung high.
Moonlight shone into this Underground Castle, which had been converted from a Cold War Air-Raid Shelter, for the first time.
(End of Chapter)