There were only shadows on the dimly lit street. In the rushing darkness, Wolfen lifted his hand from his eyes. His eyes were stained with darkness that spread like ink.
“… I realized a little late, magician. Now, I am not deceived.”
At first, it was borderline.
Then, as usual.
After that, be sure to not be vigilant.
Finally, in order not to be deceived by others.
In all of the series of flows, due to being overly cautious, they were caught up in the magician's psychological warfare. That was the reason I got a shot from the magician.
“From the beginning, I should have put all my energy into killing it.”
However, now I am not deceived. Cheating is not possible infinitely, and if he robs his hand, he is nothing more than a helpless naked body.
If we meet next time, no, if we just stretch out our senses and find out right now. He will fall under the blade of the shadow.
'I hid the body by killing the Ki-chik, but if you find it, stop.'
Just then, a thin voice could be heard in Wolfen's ear. From afar, mixed voices of people could be heard along with the presence of people.
At the strange presence, Wolfen focused on his hearing. And he soon frowned.
It was as if Amittengrad itself was speaking.
Countless voices mixed together and permeated like mist. It hits buildings, spreads from afar, echoes. A dry and blunt voice spread like a song.
“Military Signal Officer Yuel, I warn all residents who hear this voice. At this point, the level 5 emergency, Five Mangseong, is in effect.」
“This is Military Signal Officer Dike. A level 5 emergency has been implemented. All citizens, stop what you are doing and focus on what you are saying.”
“This is the military signal officer Xien. No one will be held responsible for any disadvantages caused by non-compliance with the order.”
A chorus of dry voices. It was heard from the roof of a building, from the inside of a unique street lamp, from the clock tower and statue, from the middle of a clothesline hanging across the street.
The voice, which would have been dry even before it was transmitted through the golem, became more inorganic as it reached the concrete building and was transmitted throughout the military.
“I warn all citizens who hear this voice. Anyone who is currently in the residence, please do not come out until the situation is over.”
“Citizens outside, immediately lie on the floor and place their hands above their heads. Show no will of resistance. There is a risk of misfire.”
“This is an emergency. Your rights as a citizen are partially restricted until the situation is declared over, and you cannot take responsibility for your life and safety if you disobey the instructions.”
The military is not joking. That's why, this voice that is telling something right now is only telling the truth.
The signalman, the voice of the military, was warning everyone who touched it.
“Tonight is an officially non-existent time. Forget everything that happened.”
“Stop resisting and get down on the spot. If you show a will of resistance, you will be disposed of as an enemy of the military.”
“I say to the enemy of the military. Stop futile resistance and be quietly killed.”
As if that was enough, the warning voice stopped.
After that, a clear and clear voice was added.
『Military signal officer Captain Abbie reports to Major Historia. Five blocks ahead. The target has just been captured at a location where an abnormal amount of light has been observed. The main building will guide you.”
“I checked.”
And the footsteps that follow.
thump. thump.
The sound of gunshots was heard from the concrete floor. As the iron hit the dry ground, a regular and powerful beat was added.
Long braided black hair swayed backwards. A tall woman, with a languid and weary expression on her face, with her long arms and legs outstretched, was moving alone in the street where everyone held their breath.
On the night when silence fell, only her time flowed normally, and it seemed as if the stage itself had been prepared for her.
The boots that were worn up to the calf, the military uniform that was worn poorly, and the hat are not visible, and a couple of buttons are loose. If it wasn't for the military uniforms, I would have looked like a bum somewhere.
However, a single twinkling star on her chest showed her power.
As she walked, without warning, she aimed the gun at her temple. And she pulled without hesitation.
Taang. A single noise ripped through the darkness. Sparkling flames flashed from her temples. The bullet hit her temple.
Even if it is called anti-tank, it is a qigong that prevents flying from afar, but it has no effect on bullets fired from close range. Despite the fact that she committed suicide, the woman's demeanor seemed drowsy, not calm.
“Ugh… I couldn't sleep and ran… . The condition doesn’t make sense.”
In a tired voice, she shook her head. A tall forehead and cool features were revealed. Her eyes were heavily stained with dark circles, and her lips were dry and swollen, but even with her thick fatigue over her, the impression was far from her weakness.
When she puts the gun away, thump. Losing her power, her bullets fell to her ground.
The bullets were as good as new.
She, who had shot the gun at her temple, also looked a little tired, but was as good as a bullet.
“Oh, my head. I didn't drink beer without alcohol. write I was just told to wait. I knew this By the way… .”
grieving or complaining. The woman, who muttered languidly, narrowed her eyes.
The youngest general in the military.
The constellation of guns, who rose to the ranks only with strength without any experience.
The incarnation of violence born under the star of the king. daughter of the military. supernova.
Musketeer, Chief Historia.
“The king of the beasts is a beast, so even if you say that, even the first ancestors are still quiet.”
Raising her hair roughly, she stared straight at Wolfen with her cool gray eyes.
“Why are you so anxious because you can’t do it? Is it because he hasn't died yet?”
And immediately after, the musketeer aimed his gun at Wolfen.
Wolfen had a strange feeling. It was because the fact that a woman named the military commander pointed a 'gun' to attack Wolfen was not understood.
Guns are meaningless as long as anti-tank pores exist. Even powerful arrows can be blocked with a single piece of armor without any problem, but short and light bullets can never overcome the anti-tank attacks that extend from their entire body.
Is that so? Wolfen looked at the gun and was distracted for a moment.
A single gunshot rang out, and at about the same time Wolfen's shoulder twisted violently. Even Wolfen, who had Qigong all over his body, couldn't resist the shock and took two steps back.
At the tingling pain he felt in his right shoulder, Wolfen said with admiration in his heart.
“… strong. It deserves to be presented.”
was not vigilant Unlike the case of the magician, the impact was enormous even though he was demonstrating his anti-tank qigong in polarity. He almost dropped the sword he was holding.
But.
“Anyway, gun.”
With this power, it is dangerous to be shot unilaterally while keeping a distance.
But what kind of idiot will keep his distance even though he knows it's dangerous.
He immediately spewed out black spirit qigong and ran, sliding down the edge of the road. Toward the soldier with a gun in front of you.
The soldier fired his gun one after another with his cold, sunken eyes.
bang.
Is it because of the darkness that covers my body? The next bullet missed Wolfen's head. You can't even guarantee that you can fit into a topic that isn't even powerful. I want it to be a weapon.
bang.
This time, it bounced at an angle to the anti-tank ball. Anti-tank pore is a repulsive force. If the bullet doesn't hit directly, it will most likely miss.
bang.
This time it hit the ground in front of Wolfen. Shattered concrete shards hit him like bullets, but even that wasn't enough to stop Wolfen's charge.
And one more step… .
click click. A hollow sound was heard. The musketeer frowned, brought the gun to his eye and looked beyond. The musketeer who looked inside muttered.
“ah. All the bullets have run out.”
what a stupid thing to say Is the military really trying to stop him with such a general?
'Let's deal with it quickly and hide, it's easy to deal with one or two generals, but it gets annoying when you lose the country. I'll let you know that attacking Bon is a loss.'
When darkness approaches like a wave, sweeping away the street lights.
A calm voice could be heard from the golem, as if no bullets were a problem.
“Do you need a supply?”
“done. It’s over before distribution.”
The Musketeer, who muttered, immediately ripped off the street lamp next to him.
The streetlights turned sharply. The faint light faded away in an instant, and he slammed his head into the ground as if a giant had grabbed it and twisted it. With the sound of tearing apart the darkness, the glass that contained the light shattered and scattered everywhere.
The musketeer, who had broken the street lamp by just grabbing it, clenched his fists as if he had no interest in the tragic end of the lamp.
“Combat Pension.”
squeaky.
Low-quality alchemy steel was crumpled like a piece of paper. The street lamp body, which has served the military by hanging lights for nearly 20 years, was caught in the hands of the musketeer. With the sound of metal rubbing against each other, the soft alchemy steel was crushed like clay.
Although it is said to be soft due to low quality, it is also iron. Where have you been before you have been treated so poorly?
It was just that the opponent looked down on common sense.
quack. When the musketeer, who lightly rubbed the alchemy river with his palm, opened his hand again. In her hand appeared a sphere of unevenly compressed metal.
The captain pointed out.
“question. The skills you wrote cannot be called alchemy.”
“Sheesh, you’re strict. Even if you go to Moro, you can’t just make bullets.”
The musketeer grumbled and forced the bullet he had created into the muzzle.
didn't go in It's natural. A sphere of uniform shape does not come out just by kneading clay with the palm of your hand, so there is no way it will meet the standard… .
till now.
The gunman muttered.
“If it goes inside the gun, it’s a bullet.”
But if there is enough force, the specification is meaningless.
The gunman gave me strength. The parts that didn't meet the standards were ripped apart screaming. The smashed part burned hot, and it was cut into a shape that perfectly matched the muzzle and rolled into the tomb.
Cut off the parts that don't fit. If it doesn't go in, spit it out. If you hold on, you push.
The musketeer, who created bullets in an extremely militaristic manner, turned the gun round and aimed at the front again.
“Okay.”
It took only 5 seconds to shape the alchemy steel into bullets.
Meanwhile, Wolfen had closed the distance in an instant. Wolfen, who hid himself in the dark, slid his body and took over the musketeer's back. A coldly refined dark willpower aimed at the musketeer's neck… .
As he thought, a pair of boots appeared in Wolfen's field of vision. Obviously, the last thing he saw was the defenseless nape of his neck, and a group of bullets that he didn't know when he might have popped out were growing bigger and bigger in Wolfen's field of vision.
Wolfen hastily stabbed the sword. I was going to cut my legs apart when I put out my feet.
does not reach The bullets that were fired in an instant shattered the sword, broke his arm, and even hit Wolfen's head, blowing it away at once.