The trigger was indeed pulled, and based on the unique structure of the Gatling gun, the gun would not jam or explode even if it was hit by a dud. At a close distance to zero, 6,000 rounds of "every shot must hit" are thrown at the target, believing that any target may leave a complete corpse.

But—

This outcome is based on the normal functioning of the firearm, and the failure of the firearm - no matter how low the probability, the machinery will always fail, and so will the Gatling.

Three pistol bullets were stuck in the gap between the casing of the drive mechanism and the inner rotation mechanism, and the motor made an abnormal sound of idling, but there was not a single spark from the muzzle.

At the moment of doubt, Caspar's body had already jumped backwards on its own, and at the same time smashed the already cumbersome Gatling gun towards Andersen.

- Good judgment.

The enemy who sniped at Caspar could not help but be praised.

It's never easy to give up a weapon that saves your life in battle, and if Caspar had just looked down to inspect his firearm or tried to troubleshoot it, he would have been a ghost under the gun. But when he pulled the trigger and found that the bullet hadn't been fired, he didn't even look at it and smashed two machine guns directly at Father Andersen, forcing the sniper hiding in the shadows to choose whether to continue sniping or protect his companions first.

If it weren't for the extreme combat experience, it would not have been possible to make such an accurate and sophisticated judgment and put it into practice in a flash.

It's just that old horses also have times when horses stumble.

Although Andersen was unable to fight again, St. Kitaujo's protection was still working, and physical impact alone could not hurt him in the slightest.

In contrast, Caspar, who has abandoned his weapon, can neither attack nor defend, but is just a target that jumps around.

A voice echoes through the subterranean space.

"Procedure No. 1 is open, and the array is interfering and fixing. Activate the granted authority in the name of Heinkel Worf, and reproduce the miracle of divine providence here and now!"

A clear sound similar to a music box sounds, and with it, a miracle that changes the world.

"Here and now, I want to reproduce the catapult of 'David'!"

Even sinners want to bend their knees, begging for redemption, and in the drunkenness, the sharp sound of gunfire resounds in the underground space filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Three 9mm pistol bullets constantly change tracks, chasing Caspar who is maneuvering in the passage in a three-dimensional way, no matter how evasive, the bullet that constantly depicts a zigzag trajectory in the dark turns into a dexterous hound, always biting Caspar. In the end, the bullet hit headlong on the light film of the "Wall of Sighs", and after two or three consecutive impacts, it was helpless and unwilling to splash to the ground.

"David, is it David the Shepherd?"

Picking up the general-purpose machine that popped up in the weapon storage box behind him, Caspar showed a wary expression.

When it comes to David's story, not only devout believers, but also the world's long, long time ago. Although the question of whether David was considered a saint varies by age and denomination, there is no doubt that it is a well-known story.

David, a young sheep herder, takes the invincible giant Goliath as his opponent, defeats his opponent with a catapult and a pebble, and opens the story of the grenadier class.

The priesthood garments will unreservedly display miracles, legends, and anecdotes.

So at this moment, David's holy bullet will reappear in the world.

"Less self-righteousness!"

Caspar roared, and along with the roar, there was a storm of magic bullets.

Although it is not as fast as the Gatling gun, the rate of fire of the general-purpose machine gun is still 1,200 rounds per minute, which still steadily crushes any pistol and submachine gun, and countless pitch-black bullets depict complex ballistic trajectories, leaving no dead ends and spare strength, and killing the shooter hiding in the shooting corner in one go.

This time there will be no chance of a miss.

Caspar confirms.

The battle of Shicai has fully proved that even the protection of St. Kitaujo cannot retreat under the precise blow of sufficient number and strength, so what can be done if it is replaced by David?

Some of the projectiles dove into ceilings, walls, and underground, kicking up bricks and dirt while killing them with great vigour, while others hide behind the mud and sand to deliver a fatal blow.

Flawless, flawless attack.

Even with the protection of a saint, it is impossible to retreat with one body.

It's just—

"It's a shame that I'm more of an attacking type than defensive. ”

The young voice sneered self-deprecatingly, and the two submachine guns that had withdrawn their duds were raised flat towards the front.

"Here and now, I want to reproduce David's catapult. ”

The miracle is repeating itself.

David's catapult was transformed into a submachine gun, and the pebbles that pierced through Goliath were replaced by bullets.

The void exploded, and three silver rays of light pierced through the pitch-black storm, and a few tenths of a second later, a terrifying shockwave swept through the world.

The wind was raging, a pop that almost burst the eardrums, and after two or three seconds everything died down as if nothing had happened.

It's just that there is one more fearless teenager standing on the rubble.

The priesthood robe draped over his body was releasing a round of blue-white halo, and his appearance was very ordinary, if he just stood there, he was just an ordinary seminarian.

As long as you don't wear earrings, don't carry a submachine gun, don't smoke, and don't wear priesthood robes, it's really ordinary.

"Magic Catapult Shooter - at the cost of his soul, in exchange for a hundred rounds of bullets from the devil. It does sound very good, but ah, the heretic named Caspar, and you must know the end of the story, the hunter of the same name as you, because he teased the devil Samiel, and was finally taken to the depths of hell by Samiel, and his bones were thrown to the bottom. Whoever disguises the undead and plays pranks, you will eventually become the undead!"

"Become an undead?

Twisting his neck, the self-deprecation on Caspar's face was quickly replaced with a hideous horror.

"It's just Iscarho, it's just a little ghost who relies on legends and secret books to reproduce miracles, and I don't kick my nose in the face!! It's you, ah, !!! to become a ghost under the gun."

The two guns fired another salvo.

How much strength the teenager was hiding, Caspar didn't know.

He couldn't see through the blow just now. Depending on the situation, he might be wiped out—Caspar even had a premonition in his heart.

Therefore, this hit, Caspar did not have any reservations.

The number of magic bullets projected easily exceeded three hundred. In order to prevent the recurrence of being knocked back by the flash just now, the ballistic characteristics and warhead resistance have been strengthened, and the time difference has been set to attack from all angles.

The pitch-black sewers are about to become death row for the young priest.

A death trap that you can't escape from either avoiding or counterattacking.

- Won it.

Caspar is convinced.

At the same time, the young priest who was facing the Magic Bullet Storm also raised the corners of his mouth.

"Activate the granted authority in the name of Heinkel Worf, and reproduce the miracle of divine providence here and now!"

As the chant accompanied, the magazine of the submachine gun was unloaded, and thin silver threads stretched from the priesthood robe to the body of the submachine gun, quickly entangled, pierced into the body of the submachine gun, and the metal continued to twist and melt, transforming into a new form.

"Here and now, I want to reappear—the sword that David snatched!"

With that announcement, the scales of victory and defeat swayed violently again.