r18novel Chapter 108 Cerberus, the Three-Headed Cerberus
Chapter 108 Cerberus, the Three-Headed Cerberus
Chapter 108 Cerberus, the Three-Headed Hound
The club door closed behind me.
Li En stood inside the entrance and scanned the area.
The space here is much larger than that dilapidated wooden house outside, with a ceiling height of at least two stories.
Several rows of dark red light bulbs were embedded in the wall, providing dim but enough light to see every corner.
The air was filled with a musty smell of smoke and the sour, rotten odor left over from the evaporation of cheap liquor.
A bar, scattered tables and chairs, an overturned pool table, and several dusty amplifiers stacked in the corner.
There is no jukebox.
Several newly appeared demons were pacing back and forth in the center of the dance floor.
Their appearance was basically the same as the demon minions we had killed outside, the only difference being that the tattered robes they wore were a different color.
It changed from dark gray to grayish-white.
Hellish demon, Sloth, nicknamed Little White.
They walk at a slower pace than Xiao Hei, each step seemingly a deliberation about whether it's worth taking.
Li En stood at the club entrance for a moment.
His gaze swept over the bar, the dance floor, and the empty bottles scattered on the floor, taking in every corner he could see. Then he moved his lips and spoke very softly.
"There's no jukebox."
He sighed softly.
The newbies seemed to be stimulated by the sigh, and they all stopped and turned to look at the door.
A dozen or so pairs of dark red dots embedded in their eye sockets were all pointing in the same direction.
Then they opened their mouths—a howl produced entirely by the friction of bones, without the use of vocal cords, bouncing incessantly in the club's enclosed space, causing the few half-dead fluorescent tubes on the ceiling to flicker a few more times.
Li En stretched out his right hand and grasped the hilt of the Rebellion Greatsword behind him.
He stepped forward with his right foot, crushing an empty wine bottle that was upside down on the floor.
Using the momentum from this step, he spun in place, swinging the greatsword out from behind, the blade slicing a complete arc.
The air was cut open, producing a low hum.
The little white creatures that had just howled vanished from their spots in an instant, and then reappeared behind him the next moment.
They surrounded him so closely that the bony claws of the one in front were almost touching the back of his coat.
Just then, the blade of the Rebellion Greatsword arrived.
The arc cut into the first row from the left, the sound of bones and robes being severed simultaneously was dense and crisp, like a series of withered branches being snapped off quickly.
In half a second, all of the dozen or so little white creatures were cut in half at the waist, their broken bones and tattered cloths scattering in a fan shape, stretching from Li En's feet all the way to the end of the club.
Li En did not look at the wreckage on the ground.
He sheathed the greatsword back behind him, walked behind the bar, squatted down, and carefully searched through every drawer of the cabinet.
The first two drawers contained only a few bottles of liquor with faded labels and a pile of moldy coasters.
The third drawer was stuck, and he had to push it in with force to open it.
There was a shotgun lying inside.
The gun body is a dark gray matte paint, and the grip is covered with a layer of anti-slip texture that has been worn shiny.
The barrel was shorter and thicker than the Remington issued to the police station.
He held it in his hand and weighed it in his hand. It was heavy and the center of gravity was slightly to the rear, indicating that the weight was clearly designed for close-quarters combat.
He slung the Rebel Greatsword over his shoulder, gripped the shotgun tightly with both hands, and cocked it with a click.
The bolt engagement feels heavier and duller than the ebony.
Li En pushed open the back door of the club, and as soon as he stepped across the threshold, a demon wielding a bow and arrow leaped onto the broken wall directly in front of him.
Its bow was made from a polished human rib, and the arrows were made by sharpening bone fragments and tying a few dry grasses together, with the string already fully drawn.
Li En raised the muzzle of his gun and pulled the trigger.
boom.
At close range, the entire chest cavity and above shattered into a bloody mist.
The bone bow somersaulted in the air a few times, landed on the gravel, bounced twice, and then remained still.
Li En glanced down at the shotgun, its muzzle still smoking.
Its close-range power is at least several times stronger than the one at the police station.
It's not a problem with the ammunition caliber; the gun itself is abnormal.
At the moment the bolt strikes the primer, you can feel a slight recoil traveling from the grip to your palm, which lasts longer than a normal firing.
He raised his gun again, turned his upper body, and fired at the several approaching targets one by one.
A few meters away, a small white cat had just raised its bone claws when it was hit in the chest by a bullet.
The impact lifted his entire body off the ground, sending him flying backward in the air. He traced a low, flat arc in mid-air before crashing into a pile of rubble across the road and finally falling back down.
The two closer ones were blasted to pieces, with bone fragments and pieces of white cloth flying everywhere.
Li En blew away the gunpowder smoke from the barrel and did not finish off the enemy.
He turned around and walked towards the huge stone door directly below the Demon Tower.
The plaza in front of the Demon Tower's gate was more spacious than he had imagined.
The entire area was covered by a very thin layer of cold white mist, and the ground was frosty, so that the soles of shoes would crunch when stepped on.
In the very center of the square, a colossal beast lay sprawled before the stone gate, its massive body curled up, its three heads resting on its two pairs of front paws, its eyes closed.
It is nearly five meters long and its entire body is covered with a translucent, ice-blue carapace, which is estimated to be several centimeters thick.
As the ice layer breathes, it gently expands and contracts, and the chill continuously spreads outward.
Cerberus, the three-headed dog of hell.
As Li Engang stepped into the square, the three heads simultaneously opened their eyes.
Each of the six eyes glowed with a different color: blue, orange, and green.
It slowly and heavily stood up, the icy armor on its front paws scraping across the ground with each stroke, producing a crisp metallic clang as it struck the stone slabs.
The three heads opened their mouths, and a deep roar surged from the depths of their throats. Cold air spewed out from between their teeth, and the white mist in the air instantly thickened by several degrees.
Li En stood still and looked around the entire square once more.
There were no speakers, no jukebox, and no visually corresponding music playback function.
His gaze dipped for a moment, then returned to its usual calm when he looked up again.
He retrieved the shotgun into his spatial storage, simultaneously pulled out the ebony and white ivory with both hands, raised the muzzle, and began firing at Cerberus's right forepaw.
The bullets hit the same spot repeatedly.
Fragments of ice armor flew everywhere, each bullet leaving a shallow crater in the ice. Cracks slowly spread from the edges of the craters, like the ice on a frozen lake slowly crumbling after being struck by a heavy object.
The head on the left side raised itself, the blue light in its eyes suddenly surged, and it opened its mouth to spew out a stream of icy blue breath.
At the same time, the head on the right opened its mouth, an orange light exploded, and a blazing fireball spewed out of its mouth, arriving almost simultaneously with the icy breath.
The two attacks left intersecting trails in the air, freezing the ground into a mirror-like surface or scorching it black in their wake.
Li En jumped back to dodge, and during the dodge, the muzzles of his two guns never left the same point of impact on Cerberus's right forepaw.
He landed, fired, jumped again, and fired again.
The sound of bullets hitting the ground was like the frantic beating of drums.
Halfway through the song, only a thin layer of ice armor remained on his right forepaw.
The eyes of the head in the very center lit up, and green light gathered in the center of the pupil.
The chill that permeated the entire square converged directly above Li En's head, condensing into a huge cone-shaped block of ice.
The ice block paused for a moment in mid-air before suddenly accelerating and crashing down.
Li En raised his right hand and fired three shots in quick succession at the falling ice block.
The three bullet holes formed a triangle on the ice, and cracks started from each side of the triangle and extended outwards, quickly filling the entire ice surface.
At the same time, he raised his left hand to the back of his head, having already put the white ivory back into his spatial storage, and then drew the Rebellious Greatsword with a backhand.
He aimed the blade at the center of the triangle and thrust it in. With a flick of his wrist, the blade sliced along each of the three sides of the triangle. Then he sheathed his sword, turned around, and kicked his right foot into the hole that had already been cut open.
He kicked the several-meter-thick block of ice away, which tumbled several times in mid-air before crashing to the ground and shattering into several large pieces.
The remaining cold air tried to re-condense, but it had been scattered too much and could not be gathered together for the time being.
He seized the opportunity, raised his twin pistols again, and fired the last two shots at the spot on Cerberus's right forepaw where only a thin layer of ice remained.
The ice armor shattered, revealing the red skin underneath.
Li En landed, braced himself with his right hand on the ground, and then exerted force with both feet.
In that instant, all weapons were returned to the spatial storage, and the body weight was fully released by inertia, causing the person to leap out close to the ground.
In less than half a second, it cut directly below Cerberus's right forepaw.
He clasped his hands in front of him, and a shotgun appeared instantly, its muzzle pressed against the skin from which the ice armor had been peeled off, and pulled the trigger.
Two shotgun shells were simultaneously fired into the same wound.
The bullet tore through the skin, shattered the metacarpal bones, and shredded the entire structure of the claw from the inside.
Cerberus let out a hoarse cry as its right forepaw was blasted into a cloud of blood mist. Losing its balance, it crashed to its right side.
Its massive body crashed to the ground, sending shards of ice armor and cracked stone slabs flying.
Just as the three-headed dog fell, Li En had already replaced his shotgun with the Rebel Greatsword.
He charged upwards, stepping over Cerberus's fallen body, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands, and thrust it fiercely towards the center of Cerberus's head.
The sword tip pierced the ice armor, but the ice layer was too thick and it could not be completely penetrated.
He gripped the sword hilt with both hands, tightened his abdomen, and suddenly exerted force in his waist, using this force to lift himself vertically into the air, flipping over the backs of three heads side by side, and landing on the ice armor on Cerberus's back.
The moment he landed, he sheathed his greatsword, drew out his Ebony and Ivory swords again, aimed the guns at the same joint connecting the three heads to the torsos, and fired wildly.
The bullet created a dense area of shattered fragments at this location, and the ice armor became thinner and thinner, with cracks extending simultaneously in three directions.
The last piece of ice peeled off the joint, and then a chain reaction was triggered instantly, causing the ice armor covering the entire body to shatter all at once, starting from the neck.
The shattered ice and icy fog mixed together, reducing visibility across the entire square to less than a few meters.
The icy fog gradually dissipated.
Cerberus had completely lost the protection of his ice armor, his entire body exposed to the air, his skin a deep, dark red.
It struggled to its feet on three legs, let out a deafening howl, straightened up abruptly, threw Li En off its back, and then slammed heavily to the ground.
When Li En was thrown off Cerberus's back, his body was still in the upward phase.
He glanced down at the ground below, which was growing larger and larger, and then stomped his feet in mid-air, rising higher and dodging the shockwave from Cerberus's full-force slam.
He adjusted his posture, facing downwards, and gripped the ebony and white ivory tightly with both hands again.
Black and red lightning began to gather on the gun body. This was a dark red energy beam formed entirely of pure demonic power, which wrapped around the gun barrel and became denser and denser.
He lunged toward the three heads and pulled the triggers of both guns at the same time.
The charged warhead, trailing a dark red tail, pierced the center of the eye socket of the middle head, exited from the back of the head, and then penetrated the temple of the left head and the jaw of the right head.
Penetrate.
All three heads were pierced by the same energy blast, and dark liquid and residual lightning fragments gushed out of the bullet holes.
Cerberus's body swayed slightly, then slowly tilted forward.
The three heads slammed into the ground simultaneously, producing three dull, loud thuds.
Its mouth was still open, its tongue slipped out from between its teeth, and it exhaled its last breath.
Li En landed on the ground, walked up to it, and quietly looked at the watchdog.
"You are a true power." Cerberus's head, with one eye pierced, lifted slightly, his lips moved, and a hoarse, low voice squeezed out from deep in his throat, "I acknowledge you."
Its body began to glow.
Ice-blue light spots rose from the skin's surface, becoming more and more numerous and denser, until the entire massive body gradually became transparent.
Finally, it transformed into a ray of light, slowly rising into the sky and dissipating into the dark purple clouds above the magic tower.
Where it had fallen, only a lone three-section staff remained on the ground.
The stick is entirely silver-white, with each section covered in a thin layer of frost. Holding it in your hand, you can feel a continuous chill creeping up your arm from your palm.
The magical three-section staff, Cebras, imbues each attack with ice-attribute magical power.
Li En bent down, picked up the three-section staff, and weighed it in his hand.
He was silent for a moment, then grabbed the top section of the stick with his right hand and swung it around violently.
The nunchaku spun in his hands, the short sections at both ends drawing dazzling trajectories in the air.
As he swung the toy, he made short, onomatopoeic sounds, which popped out in segments in rhythm with the music.
"Ah-da, ah-do—"
After completing a full combo, he tucked the three-section staff under his armpit, with the middle section close to his chest and the front and back sections extending out from his shoulders and waist.
He turned to the side, bent his legs slightly, and struck a handsome pose.
"oh"
Then he drew out a rising tone from deep in his throat.
He remained in that position for a long time.
A cool breeze blew down from above the magic tower, causing the hem of my coat to sway gently.
The room was completely quiet.
Li En slowly straightened up, put the three-section staff into his spatial storage, put his hands back in his coat pockets, and walked towards the gate of the Magic Tower.
From behind, there was a hint of loneliness about him.
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