Rebirth Of Chen An

Chapter 157: Immortals Descended

Translator: Flying Lines

When the official saw them retreat into the giant bird’s stomach, he took it as proof that his attack was working and patted himself on the back. With one hand resting on his waist, he pointed the other at the airplane and ordered his minions: “They are no demons, just a few unruly commoners with some spooky tricks. Ten silver ingots for those who cut down their heads!”

As the saying goes, men die for money like birds die for food.

When the guards and bandits heard there was money in this, they raised their swords. And with eyes red like mad rabbits, they growled and charged at the plane.

Before they could rush more than thirty feet, however, they saw a hole slowly opening up in the strange bird’s butt. The men stopped dead in their tracks and watched with wide eyes a view they’d never seen before.

From the bird’s butt came a buzzing sound, terrible like the roars of a beast. And those close to the plane felt the ground tremble under their feet.

A moment ago, they were in a blood frenzy and bent on killing; now as they became aware that something was wrong, they bent their legs and lowered their backs, their round eyes staring at where the sound came from.

A big, strange chunk rolled out of the giant bird’s butt, into the view of the official and his subordinates.

“Your-your-your lordship, wha-wha-what is this?” The bearded bandit stared at the oncoming tank, and secretly swallowed his saliva.

“What are you stuttering for? Straighten your tongue before you speak. What’s there to be afraid of? We have the master with us here.” After putting down the chicken-hearted bandit, the official stepped backwards and turned to the charlatan priest who was equally stunned, and said sternly, “master, now is the time to show us what you can do!”

The swindler hadn’t the faintest idea what this terrifying giant thing was; but if he was to turn back now, he would be cut down by the bandits immediately. So, certain death if he ran, maybe still a chance to live if he didn’t.

The swindler braced himself and walked forward. Out of fear and anxiety, his voice was high-pitched and shrill like that of a squeezed chicken: “Pour the excrement and dog blood!” (Translator’s note: Both practices were believed to have the effect of driving away evil spirits in ancient Chinese folklore)

A few guards carried buckets filled with dog blood or excrement, which were prepared in advance. Their faces were twisted in disgust; covering their nose, they moved towards the tank.

“They won’t easily surrender, unless you kill several first. Now, fire!”

Seated in the tank, Chen An watched through the screen the soldiers carrying the buckets towards them. He didn’t know what was in those buckets, but judging from the look on their faces, Chen An didn’t want the content of the buckets poured onto his tank.

Without another word, Ding Sheng fired.

Boom! The explosion rang in the woods like a thunderbolt. The soldiers weren’t prepared for this; they screamed as they were blown up into the air.

When they fell down to the ground, they were in pieces. The gory scene scared the remaining ones shitless. They turned and started to flee.

Chen An pushed open the tank lid and jumped out. A machine gun in hand, he fired in a spray at the fleeing official: “Don’t move! Anyone who moves will die!”

Accustomed to fighting with swords and sticks, these people, however vicious, had never laid eyes on modern weaponry. The one shot fired by Ding Sheng had crushed their confidence, and Chen An’s cry made these ruffians go weak at their knees and piss themselves.