The Mysterious Techno-Monk

A parallel world where the tide of spiritual energy has returned.

In the desert, the pharaoh and his army awaken from their slumber.

Under the cover of night, the bloodkin and werewolves clash without end.

Witches and demons strike a bargain amid the bustling streets, while the feathered serpent with seven pairs of wings opens its eyes amid the cycle of death and rebirth.

Facing the surging horde of monsters, the young, handsome monk smiles with a flower between his fingers. He loads a belt of specially consecrated rounds and slowly turns the dark muzzle of his gun.

“Homage to the Gatling Bodhisattva. Depleted uranium rounds cleanse the six senses. Thirty-six thousand revolutions in a single breath, mercifully delivering ghosts and gods.”

Fang Zheng: “This humble monk has renounced the world, so it seems perfectly reasonable to carry an AK when going out, doesn't it?”

“Whether you are saved is up to Buddha. This humble monk is only responsible for sending you to meet him.”