The screaming of the thirty demonic skull muzzles was a sound drawn directly from the underground pits of the netherworld.
Standing mere paces from the high artillery ridge, Lin Xiao looked upon the thirty Grade-5 Cursed Blood-Soul Cannons. The blackened iron barrels, thirty feet long and heavy as mountain boulders, shook with horrific intensity. Thick purple veins bulged and throbbed along the metal castings. The gaping demonic fangs carved into the muzzles glowed with a blinding, oily violet-crimson soft glow that turned the falling sleet into toxic purple rain.
Around the carriages, sixty cultist gunners of the Netherworld Worm Sect fell to their knees in the snow, slicing their own forearms with jagged ritual daggers to smear fresh fighter blood across the squirming starting runes. They chanted in an ancient, rasping dialect of the First Epoch cataclysm. Their iron masks wept crimson tears as they poured dark life-force into the carriages.
“FIRE!” Grand Teacher Mo Wuji shrieked from the chariot bluff, his voice shattering into an unhinged, demonic howl that echoed across the valley. “LET THE NETHERWORLD DRINK! MELT THEIR BONES INTO OIL! PURGE THE TREASON OF THE GOLDEN SUN IN Rotten-egg ROT!”
THUUUUM-ROAAAR!
All thirty Cursed Blood-Soul Cannons blew up in a timed together, point-blank salvo!
