As soon as they landed, the red earth beneath their feet began to shake violently.
Rumble—Rumble—
It sounded like thousands of heavy tanks starting their engines simultaneously.
Eighth Layer: Bull Pit Hell.
At the end of the line of sight, red dust billowed a hundred meters high. Countless mad bulls, their bodies burning with purple hellfire and the size of heavy trucks, were converging into a red torrent, charging toward the landing point of the duo.
"Mother of God..." Daoist Singularity immediately activated a Flight Talisman, hanging himself in mid-air. "This is a stampede of ten thousand bulls! Big Hero, don't tank it! Fly up quickly!"
Slayer didn't fly.
He stood in the center of the wasteland, even holstering the shotgun in his hand onto his back.
He watched the approaching herd of mad bulls, enough to flatten a city.
Behind his visor, his eyes narrowed slightly.
He was Choosing.
This one was too short. That one's horns weren't straight. That one looked a bit lame.
Finally, his gaze locked onto the lead bull at the very front of the herd.
That was a true monster. Three times the size of an ordinary mad bull, covered in black bone armor, lightning wrapping around two curved giant horns. As it ran, even the air was ignited.
Nice car.
Slayer took a step forward.
When the lead bull charged in front of him, lowering its head to impale him with those giant horns capable of flipping a tank...
Slayer didn't dodge.
He made an extremely crazy move.
At the moment of impact, he jumped violently. Not very high, just enough to reach the height of the bull's head.
He accurately grabbed those two thick bull horns with both hands.
BANG!
Massive kinetic energy transferred instantly. Slayer's body was pushed backward, his feet plowing two trenches dozens of meters deep into the ground, sparks flying.
But he still held onto the horns tightly.
The lead bull was shocked. It felt like it had hit an immovable iron mountain. It shook its head angrily, trying to throw off the bug hanging on its horns.
Using the force of its head shake, Slayer engaged his core muscles and flipped over the head of this behemoth.
Whoosh—
He landed steadily on the bull's broad back.
The lead bull went completely berserk. It began to jump wildly, twist, and even tried to slam into rocks, wanting to scrape the person off its back.
Slayer's legs clamped the bull's abdomen like hydraulic pincers.
One hand held a horn as a fulcrum.
The other hand clenched into a fist.
No roaring.
Thud.
A punch landed on the lead bull's hardest skull plate.
The sound was dull, like striking a bell.
The lead bull staggered, almost kneeling. But it still resisted, even trying to breathe fire to burn Slayer.
Slayer remained expressionless.
Thud. Second punch.
Thud. Third punch.
Thud.
Every punch landed precisely on the same spot. Every punch was heavier than the last.
This was pure, silent violence. No threats, no cursing, just simple logic: Submit, or Die.
Finally, after the seventh punch landed.
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The red light in the lead bull's arrogant eyes dissipated, replaced by deep fear and confusion.
It felt its skull plate had cracked. One more hit, and its brains would be out.
It stopped struggling.
Its four hooves went soft, and its massive body crashed to the ground, kneeling, letting out a low moan of submission.
"Moo..."
The thousands of other mad bulls charging behind saw their boss kneeling and slammed on the brakes instantly. Some couldn't stop in time and crashed into a pile, creating chaos.
Slayer stopped.
He patted the neck of the giant beast beneath him.
Stand up. (Action command: lightly kicked the bull's abdomen.)
The lead bull stood up tremblingly. Even though its legs were shaking, it tried its best to straighten its spine, daring not to make a wrong move.
Slayer sat on the bull's back, adjusting his posture, as natural as sitting on his own sofa.
He looked back at Singularity, who was still floating in the sky.
He pointed at the bull's horns.
Singularity understood instantly.
"Need to saddle it up, right? Got it! On it immediately!"
Singularity flew down and deftly installed a refined steel saddle and weapon racks on this new mount. He even thoughtfully slapped a "Divine Travel Talisman" on the bull's butt.
Slayer nodded in satisfaction.
He racked the double-barreled shotgun on the bull's horns and grabbed the reins with one hand.
He didn't shout "Giddyup."
He just lightly tapped the bull's abdomen with his heel.
The lead bull understood immediately, letting out a sky-shaking roar. Fire erupted from its four hooves as it carried its new master, galloping wildly toward the next layer.
That speed, that momentum, was wilder than any mechanical vehicle.
Singularity could only cling tightly to the hair on the bull's tail, dragged flying behind like a rag doll.
"Slow down! Slow down! There are no seatbelts!!!"
"Wildness vs Conquest."
Slayer needed no language.
His fist was the universal language.
"Current vehicle is... a cow?"
"No, this is a 'Lamborghini · Hell Limited Edition (Bio-Fuel Type)'."
Dragged behind, Singularity looked at the green back riding the Hellfire Bull and holding a shotgun, thinking: If this scene were photographed, it would definitely be the poster for the best Western movie of the year.
It was just that the road... was a bit too bumpy.
"Big Hero! Ahead seems to be the Stone Press Hell!" Singularity shouted, looking at the map on his tablet. "It's full of giant rocks falling from the sky! Although this bull is tough, it can't withstand being smashed!"
Slayer didn't slow down.
He glanced at the array of giant boulders continuously falling and rising overhead.
Those stones weighed dozens of tons each, falling with extreme frequency, like a giant forging machine.
Slayer's lips seemed to curl slightly (if they could be seen).
Forging machine?
Perfect.
He had just picked up a lot of Demon Bull Horns (extremely hard material) in the Bull Pit Hell and was worrying about where to process them.
"Next chapter, Forging in the Stone Press Hell. Slayer thinks the pressure here... is perfect for pressing bullets."
