As if sensing Russell's determination, the psionic weapon called "Sage Beheading" suddenly shone with a glimmer.

I felt some kind of dampness. Russell subconsciously touched his neck.

He felt the blood on his hands.

The faint pain made him realize that there was a strange wound on his neck.

Obviously, it is such a dangerous position, and it is easy to hit the major arteries. But it didn't hurt Russell's life.

Instinctively, he wiped the blood from his hand towards the short knife.

As the blood covered the original white part of the short knife, a bright red and translucent blade of light was slowly pulled out by Russell.

It's no longer the short knife that was too short to cut watermelon before.

Rather, it was determined by Russell himself that the most comfortable blade length.

It's like Russell, soaked in the blood of his left hand, is the sheath of this long knife.

With the idea of trying the knife, he slashed at the door lock in the silent captain's room!

It's not the screeching sound of a sharp blade hitting metal, or the sound of a spring when a heavy object cuts a door lock.

Rather, it was completely unexpected, extremely intense and sharp noise-

It is like a chainsaw that feeds a piece of iron into a high-speed spinning chain, and at the same time it emits a sharp sound, and sparks burst out.

This even scared Russell himself a little.

He also immediately realized that the other party must realize that he was outside the door.

And just then, the empty boat began to swing to the other side.

So Russell immediately followed the force of the swing and stuck to the wall on the other side.

Almost the next moment he pasted, a huge gunfire rang out from the room.

Punt - Pun!

The dense metal projectiles tilted like a rain of iron, instantly striking the solid metal door into deformation.

Tiny projectiles pierced through the iron door, leaving deep scratches on the ground, on the ceiling, and on the walls on either side.

If Russell hadn't dodged, he would have been sprayed into a sieve by now.

The second shot, which was fired almost immediately, knocked the deformed heavy iron door straight out.

Russell dodged the attack by hiding in the L-shaped corner on the side of the door.

It is believed that a projectile has pierced the link between the iron door and the wall. Flying out, the iron door that landed on the ground made a high-pitched loud noise, dragged on the ground and made a high-pitched metallic noise - a sound that was bound to be heard by the other passengers on the airship.

Russell held his breath for a moment.

If passengers hear such a loud noise, they may come out of their rooms and come here to check on the situation. In that case, if they are caught off guard, they may be injured or even killed by powerful projectiles.

Russell could see very clearly that after the projectile penetrated the heavy iron gate, it could fly out for nearly a hundred meters and be embedded in the opposite wall.

Even such a heavy iron gate would have been knocked out—

As long as you are touched by it, you are afraid that you will lose your combat effectiveness immediately.

Is it reasonable that this kind of power can be sprayed continuously?

Is this really a hand-held troll, not some kind of cluster cannon?

Russell wasn't sure how many bullets the other party had left.

If the opponent has only two bullets in their gun, now is the safest time; But if there are more than four or even eight rounds in reserve, and only two rounds at a time, then it will be dangerous for Russell to rush in next.

- However, it cannot be delayed any longer.

If people hear voices congregating, the probability of accidentally injuring innocent passengers and flight attendants is greatly increased.

Or rather, the probability is 100 percent - whoever comes to see will die.

At the very least, turn the muzzle of the opponent's gun and stop aiming at the hallway......

Although he became more and more frightened and nervous, Russell's body became more dexterous and soft.

The mind was racing, but for a moment.

As soon as the door was knocked out and the smoke had not yet cleared, Russell hunched over and jumped in against the wind, and immediately bounced and rolled to the side the moment he entered the house.

The man had finished firing two rounds and was reloading. I had just put on the first one, and the moment I saw someone coming in, I immediately pulled the trigger on the door.

But obviously, Russell's small size and dexterity made the other side a little unexpected. And the screeching noise of the iron door dragging on the ground also drowned out the footsteps of Russell as he rushed in.

Russell rolled in hunched over, less than two palms above the ground.

Almost all of the projectiles poured over Russell, and only one grazed Russell's back.

His clothes were torn, and the blood didn't even have time to leach out immediately.

Russell, however, felt almost no pain.

At the moment of injury, his turquoise pupils suddenly tightened into feline vertical pupils.

The world seemed to be completely dark and slow.

After he tumbled to the ground in a very embarrassed position, he landed on all three legs and dragged to the ground.

The extremely soft body regained its balance with the help of the long tail adjusting the angle of the spine.

As he rolled, the bright red blade of light he was holding dragged and exploded on the ground. When the projectiles hit the blade, they burst into a very bright light, but Russell barely felt the impact.

This moment of phenomenon gave Russell a new idea.

It only took him a split second to observe the gangster.

The guy was wearing a face mask like the other three mercenaries, and even his ears were wrapped in protective equipment. It is impossible to judge a specific spiritual relative by observation alone. His physique was nearly two meters, his arms were so strong that they were two laps thicker than Russell's thighs, and there were not many signs of prosthetic modification - except for his left arm, which was prosthetic, and only a strange metal belt was tied around his waist.

And the troll in his hand is almost the same as the one he pulled out on a bad day before. The only difference is that there is an extra thick tube in the front...... It seems that it is possible to make the projectile more concentrated.

But because of this, it didn't hurt Russell at all.

The gangsters realized that a shot had missed and did not try to force reload.

Instead, he carried a shotgun in his right hand and opened his left hand to Russell.

Looking at the glowing black hole in the palm of his left hand, Russell suddenly felt a great sense of crisis in his heart.

He immediately turned the blade of his right hand sideways and tilted it in front of him.

The moment the red hot projectile was fired, Russell could clearly see its trajectory.

He was half reacting, half predicting.

Aiming at the trajectory of the projectile at high speed, the pupils stretched to the limit.

A twisted trail became extremely clear in his dim vision.

Russell pulled the blade sideways and slashed -

I saw that the "projectile" suddenly burst into a brilliant fire.

Russell had a bad feeling in his heart.

The next moment, it exploded.

Although it did not cling to Russell to explode. But at this distance, the shock wave from the explosion slammed Russell backwards and staggered against the wall.

The back that had been scratched by the projectile was hit hard again, and his chest felt stuffy for a while.

Under the severe pain, Russell only felt that his eyes were blank, his arms were numb, and he could only hold the weapon in his hand with all his strength...... But even then, his brain's thinking almost came to a standstill.

This is also thanks to Russell who cut it in half in advance, greatly reducing the power of the explosion.

If he really hits Russell, I'm afraid he will be blown up to the point where there are no bones left.

But fortunately, the explosion was also fair -

The air wave swept in, directly shattering the table between the two.

The floor in the captain's room shook, and cups and plates shattered. The middle-aged man, who was tied to the captain's seat and had bird-like decorations on his sideburns, took advantage of the chaos to quietly press a hidden button.

At this time, the elf old man, who was originally tied to the corner, hit his head against the wall. Suddenly woke up with a muffled grunt.

He had just woken up and opened his eyes.

I happened to see a masked bandit armed with a shotgun, his head flying high. Blood poured out behind him.

The old man's pupils suddenly contracted slightly.

He didn't shout right away—he turned around and saw the cat-eared boy with a blood-colored blade of light thrown against the wall by the wave of air.

Soon, he focused his gaze on the light blade in the boy's hand.

“…… The decapitation of the saints? ”

He muttered hesitantly.