The faces under the hoods exuded bursts of murderous intent, and the magic array flickered under their feet, representing the power of magic. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Small orbs of magic visible to the naked eye pass through the flesh and take life.

The cigarette burned in front of him, and this scene was completely in front of him, a scene that he knew and hated. He flicked the ash of his cigarette with his hand, then put it to his mouth again.

The killing intent permeated the air, and the two bright revolvers were raised, and the muzzles of the black holes were waiting to be sprayed with bullets representing freedom.

The guns rang out, and the Demon Fighters stopped their attacks, and they possessed a level of alertness that the average Imperial Army did not have. Even if they haven't seen a bullet, that doesn't mean they'll be stupid and wait to die. Perhaps they could be called courageous, fearlessly unleashing orbs of magic in an attempt to fight the bullets.

The magic and the bullets collided together, very calm, not as intense as the people around them imagined, and the magic ball swallowed the bullets perfectly, as if the bullets themselves had never existed.

"Looks like you guys have some skills!" Karl snorted.

The Demon Warriors didn't reply, and in their opinion, any nonsense was meaningless, and anyone who stood in the way of the Imperial Army would surely die. They threw the orbs again, and the orbs that looked small but were actually powerful flew towards Cal.

"Magic? Karl leapt to dodge the orb's trajectory, then raised his revolver in both hands, and after a simple aim, began to spray bullets that drove the melody of death.

Unleashing magic without interruption may have been a little difficult for the Demon Fighters, so they resorted to dodging measures. The power of the magic was magical throughout, and their feet didn't make any movements, but their whole body teleported to the side in an instant, which also made the bullets lose their purpose.

Carl quickly inserted the two revolvers back into his waist after landing on the ground, and then pulled out the two revolvers on his chest without stopping for half a minute, and he began to cover the indiscriminate bullets in the fan range in front of him.

The demon fighters, who were a little proud just now, couldn't laugh anymore at this time, their heads, bodies, and faces were all pierced by bullets. Although this seems to outsiders to be just a random shot, there is no hit rate at all. But you have to believe in the fact that every bullet he spilled hit the target.

The bodies that were gradually losing their lives fell to the ground, and Carl replaced the bullets for his revolver, and he sighed softly, "Didn't you think you couldn't escape the war here......"

There was a burst of magic over his head for a moment, and Carl, aware of the danger, quickly jumped away from the place. As he left, several visible starballs smashed to the ground from mid-air. They sparked with the hard ground and then quickly fell silent, as if regretting that they had missed their target.

"Yes, it seems that you are not a rat. An eerie voice came, it was a demon fighter dressed exactly like the other demon fighters, except that his eyes had no pupils, only the whites of his eyes, which made him look a little terrifying.

Carl tossed the cigarette at his feet, then stomped it with his foot: "Looks like you're the leader of this group." ”

"My name is Rudel. He raised his hand, apparently about to attack.

Karl rushed towards him, Rudell only showed a sinister smile, and the movement of his hands suddenly stopped at this moment, and then a blue magic shield lit up and enveloped his body.

At the same time, Karl decisively stopped, and he raised his revolver to throw a few headshots at Rudel. The bullet seemed to pounce on him violently, but the moment it came into contact with the magic protection array, the bullet fell to the ground like a sheep.

"What a rude guy. Rudel smiled, his facial expression a little hideous.

Small thunderclouds emerge above Carl's head, controlled by Rudel, who does not need a staff to control these magical spells, which is also characteristic of the Demon Seiyah.

A clear thunderclap rang out in the thunderclouds, and the thunderbolt struck Carl's head at that moment. The lightning fell at such a fast pace, and there was still fierce fighting around them, and no one was going to lament for Karl who was about to die.

Rudel saw the lightning strike on Carl's body very clearly, and he began to laugh out loud, now he was kind of expecting the strange gunslinger to turn into a roast.

A bullet spun at high speed towards him, and his smile froze at this moment, and the Carl in front of him was not chopped into roast meat as he had hoped. Rudel could only see that Karl was covered in a layer of red light, and he continued to shoot. The only thing he had been struck by the lightning was that his clothes were scorched, and his flesh was not hurt in the slightest. On the other side, the bullet fired from his other revolver directly exploded the head of an Imperial army, and the protective array on Rudel's own body was shattered by this seemingly ordinary bullet.

"Unfortunately, I know a more powerful magician than you. Karl unleashed a quick kick that was hard to see with the naked eye, and Rudel, who had not yet reacted, was directly hit in the stomach by the instant kick. He clutched his abdomen and stepped back, a feeling of dizziness permeating his body.

"You damn thing. Rudell let out a low growl. With a wave of his right hand, an ice circle appeared in front of his eyes, and ice arrows appeared from the ice circle, as if they had been produced by the ice circle.

Rudell waved his hand again, and the ice arrows struck Carl one after another. The corners of Karl's mouth curled into an arc, an attack that Uma had used a long time ago. He moved backwards about two positions before pulling a G-14 grenade from his bosom, pulling the tab and calculating the distance and throwing it at the ice arrow's track. The fragments from the grenade explosion shattered the ice arrows directly, and although this was magic, they were still indistinguishable from normal ice in the heat. Although these mages do not need to use their wands to cast magic, they are different from real mages.

Karl glanced at the two revolvers, then raised his head to take a closer look at Rudel's range of motion with his eyes. The latter didn't make any attacks, he just stood still recovering the mana he had lost, and the stun caused by the instant kick had not completely faded. Carl couldn't help but laugh at the sight of this, this was a great opportunity anyway.

He took a shooting position and then raised the first revolver. Rudel realized what Carl was thinking, and a circle of visible white whirlwinds swirled around his body, his last umbrella.

Carl pulled the trigger quickly, and the bullets rained down on Rudel. The first round of bullets was blown off the ground under the protection of the whirlwind, but the attack did not stop there. Karl inserted the first revolver back into his chest at the same time that his left hand pulled out the other revolver on his chest.

The second barrage followed, and it was clear that Rudel was a little overwhelmed this time, and the white whirlwind was almost disappearing after the second barrage attack. He endured the pain caused by the loss of mana, and stubbornly maintained the white whirlwind.

The second revolver returned to its position, and at the same time the third revolver on the right waist was pulled out, and the third round of barrage followed. This time, Rudel's white whirlwind was completely gone, and it was torn apart by the bullet of freedom with his glory as a demon warrior of the Empire.

The third revolver was put into place, the fourth revolver was pulled out of the left waist, and the fourth round of barrage was discharged, which also represented the end of Rudel's life. Countless bullets drilled into his body, and he was carried backwards three meters by the impact of the bullets.

When Rudel fell, the Imperial army here had no intention of fighting, and they fled in the direction of Glen Forest. From there, you can return to the Empire, but if you want to survive in the forest, it may depend on the will of the gods.

Karl thrust his revolver back into his waist, he was a little tired, this was a battle that shouldn't have been, but he was in this place, and there was no choice. The surrounding principality troops were cheering in triumph, and Karl couldn't help but be a little stunned, how he wished he could hear such cheers in the Celestial Realm, how he wished that it was his comrades who had died in the Ardennes Heights garrison who were cheering......