As soon as the stranger opened his eyes, he saw such an impactful scene, and he couldn't help but feel a little weak.

“…… Ahhh......h

The throat gurgled and rolled, making a meaningless sound.

The pupils constricted, and the eyes darkened. The stranger fell directly to the ground - not just knocked down by the "flying legs", but a little dizzy because his brain was blank, and his legs fell down as soon as they went limp.

Strangers are not afraid of corpses, and even less of the dead.

As a fourth-level doom splicer, although he has not yet graduated from school, he has already taken over and pieced together many corpses. Even when he couldn't speak, he had already learned the art of stitching corpses with his sister and father. To him, human corpses can only be called materials, no different from clay and building blocks.

He had a friend who was from a family of watchmakers. The guy has been fiddling with pocket watches since he was a child, and the stranger has been fiddling with corpses since he was a child, and it's the same for him.

- But for the first time, the stranger saw a living person turned into a corpse.

The Transcendent's remarkable dynamic vision allowed him to see everything. The old man's face still had a look of fear and consternation, and his whole person was twisted and shattered under the flames and pressure. His body crushed by pressure was like a tomato stuffed with firecrackers. Countless bursts of blood were like countless needles, falling on his body as if they were nailed into the bone marrow.

The stranger couldn't even tell if it was because the blood had penetrated and impacted under the pressure, or if the pain he felt was just an illusion.

He didn't know what he was afraid of, but he knew it was dangerous to stand in the middle of the street.

So although his legs began to weaken, he couldn't stand up at all. Still, his educated brain urged his body to crawl away from the shattered corpse.

He had just crawled two steps before he realized he hadn't taken the box. So he crawled back again, stood up hunched over with his hands on the box, and staggered to a nearby dwelling.

As soon as he knocked on the door, it opened. The other party didn't ask, and pulled him in.

It was an old woman.

"Master Nobel!"

She exclaimed, "Are you alright?!" ”

“…… Oh, ha...... Ha...... cough cough cough ......"

The stranger waved his hand and shook his head, but he couldn't speak.

He let out a heavy wheezing sound, gasping for air like an asthma attack.

But there's no fresh air in the throat.

- Only the smell of dirt, blood, and gunsmoke.

They make strangers feel their throats dry and they can't help but want to cough. He coughed until tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, like a non-smoker taking a puff of lit tobacco.

It took him a long time before he finally eased up a bit. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Is this ...... What happened? ”

He was amazed at how hoarse his voice had become, and it felt like it was about to break just by speaking.

The stranger subconsciously touched his throat, but it was wet and sticky as far as he could reach. His experience immediately taught him that it was the touch of warm human blood.

He looked at them in a daze, and saw that they were dripping blood.

The stranger's eyes seemed to be a little blurry and a little unopen. So he subconsciously reached out and wiped his face twice, and when he let go, his hands were covered with blood.

"Got hit by the Star Antimony Man of Pig Day's asshole!"

The old woman shouted in a voice as hoarse as a witch, "There are dead people everywhere, don't go out!" ”

…… Star Antimony Man?

The stranger gradually sorted out some of the current situation.

Although I don't know why, I suddenly appeared here as soon as I closed my eyes. It's like losing a memory for a while......

But look at the surrounding walls with a rustic vibe, which is supposed to be the countryside of Avalon.

Did I escape here alone?

Immediately, another unsolvable doubt rose into the stranger's heart.

- How could Starty's army attack a village without an army garrison? Why would alchemy bombs be used directly to attack civilians?

It doesn't make any sense at all!

It is said in military manuals that such behavior is not allowed!

Who the hell is in command?!

Anger and confusion rose in his heart, and the stranger subconsciously clenched his fists.

"I ......"

As soon as he spoke, the words stuck in his throat.

- What did he say?

Will it be okay to comfort the other person? But the bomb had just fallen in front of his eyes, and he was still covered in blood on his body and hands.

Explain to the Star Antimony people that this is not normal? However, the villagers they had been familiar with were reduced to pieces before their eyes.

Say they'll all be fine?

…… But now he can only exert the combat power of the third energy level, and he can't even exert the complete strength of the Nobel master.

Even if he could play it - what could he do?

But the stranger felt that it was not okay not to say something. The words were stuck in his chest, and if he didn't say it, he would go crazy.

He looked around in horror and confusion, his fists clenched and released. He didn't know what he was going to do, and he didn't know where he was.

But at this moment, the old woman suddenly pulled him down.

Even an alchemist who didn't do much to strengthen his body was far stronger than the old man's. However, the stranger did not resist at all in his panic, so he was dragged to the ground.

The next moment, the stranger held his breath and his mind went blank.

Because something he was incomparably familiar with—

A fierce horned face, a thin body like a monkey, and wings like a bat.

Their heads glowed with glowing green runes, and their bodies were covered in a metal shell like an iron cage, and inside were flesh that had become cold and withered from high-speed flight.

It looks like a human skin has been peeled off and a metal cloak is tied to the outside.

Their arms are machine guns bound by iron hoops, and their backs are wrapped around two cloak-like chains.

Upon spotting them, they let out a monkey-like croaking croaking sound and swooped down.

In the darkness of the night, the muzzle of the gun spewed flames. The old woman's body was torn apart in an instant, like a scarecrow.

"Mom! Damn it...... I'll grass you, damn monster! ”

A middle-aged man roared out of the room.

He held a shotgun in his right hand and pulled the trigger at the gargoyle.

- However, these bullets are of no use to them.

A bullet that could hunt a bear, but it only cracked the stone statue through a gap the size of a baby's fist. The gargoyles didn't hesitate in their movements. They didn't even stop the trigger, they turned their guns as if they were watering flowers in a garden, and the barrage of spills tore the man apart.

…… This is exactly the operation detail set by the stranger.

Gargoyles have a very low intelligence, so they are unable to handle complex weapon handling skills, and the use of firearms is naturally not one of them.

But if it's just a command like "pull the trigger", it can be done.

Aiming is too difficult for them, and if they detect an enemy and then fire, it is easy for them to miss the bullet due to their sluggish reaction. So after six versions of the test, the stranger chose the new idea of "not releasing the trigger".

As long as the Gargoyles are in combat mode and there are no targets in front of them that need to be protected, they will not release the trigger. Even if the muzzle is turned, the gun will continue to shoot. The barrage that spilled out could easily weave into a large web that would tear anyone who tried to escape to shreds, and the firepower would be lethal to unarmored units.

…… Tear anyone who wants to escape to shreds.

The stranger had a triumphant explanation of his new ideas in his mind, and his excited voice still rang in his ears.

The intense feeling of nausea made his abdomen cramp a little.

(End of chapter)