"Who are you, we should have no grievances?!"
Looking down, he inquired in a raised voice, but in truth he was using the ultrasonic detection ability of his True Form 'Nightwalker' to search for lurkers nearby. He quickly determined that a hundred and fifty meters ahead, a silhouette brandishing a strangely-shaped alchemical firearm was busy changing its magazine.
The burly soldier, seeing the old man's gestures, immediately hefted his long axe, with layers of soil climbing onto his original leather armor, condensing into an incredibly thick layer of earthen armored clothing.
The next instant, he, along with the one who had picked up the alchemical handgun, launched their attack simultaneously.
Bang!
The specially made alchemical bullet was ignited and shot out faster than the speed of sound, as if twisting with thunder, racing toward its target.
