"Bang--"
A sudden gunshot, a silver bullet that flashed like a beam of light, grazed past the holy gun's ear and didn't enter 'Cyanide's' forehead.
The curse that had been passed down for an unknown number of generations was officially lifted, in a way that it would disappear forever.
[Magic potion residue: 10000→9700]
The scattered Transcendental Activity did not find a host to parasitize and ended up scattering twelve satiny green feathers.
Luna breathed a sigh of relief, her violently heaving chest... It was as if they hadn't recovered from the shock of the turnaround they'd just had.
The battle, which ended cleanly, looked to her as if Witcher had gone up to test the waters but failed, and then Uncle Acolyte had rushed over and used an impossible wish to drain all of Cyanide's power. Then Witcher had ended up doing the finishing touches, and the two of them had combined their efforts to finish the hunt.
But the real truth is a little different from what she imagined...
Garn turned his head slowly, "You robbed me of my prey?"
Instead, Eleazar moved over the muzzle of his gun with an expressionless face.
"You're not the Holy Gun, who are you!"
Magic Gun smiled evilly, "The Holy Gun is dead, you chose it, Witcher..."
Eleazar was stunned, and with a sudden flash of lightning, he heaved Luna out of the way.
"Boom!!!"
The silent heaven and earth suddenly went white for a moment, followed by an immediately shocking explosion, the roar that made the eardrums tremble reverberated throughout the entire alien space to its heart's content, shaking the earth so violently that cracks were all over the place, like the deck of a ship that stood amid a storm that was bumping around, and amid that instantaneous release of light and heat, the horrifying shockwave tore through eight horrifying spatial cracks, and a heavy mushroom cloud of fire slowly rose in the fire mass rising in the midst of it.
Luna, who flew out backward, only saw Eleazar's figure instantly torn to pieces by the terrifying energy.
"No. ..."
Amid the sky of debris flying backward, a transparent phantom doppelganger appeared in the frantically lifted-up trees and grass, he slowly put away the smoking barrel of the gun, and with a wooden expression, he took a step back and disappeared again.
"It takes you 30 seconds to backtrack, and it doesn't take 10 seconds for space to collapse, so I'm really curious how long you'll last in space turbulence."
"Farewell, Witcher~"
Picking up the green feather on the ground, Devil Gun counted down while lighting up a cigarette roll, and when he reached 7 silently, he gently exhaled a smoke ring, and then his figure leaped towards the outside world.
Hearing that conclusion, Luna, who was lying on the edge of the space, lowered her head and her body didn't move.
In the next second, endless spatial storms surged from heaven and earth, the roar in her ears was constant, the world was as if it had been destroyed, and she stared blankly at the cracked ground, not knowing what she was thinking.
"Fool, you must remember in the future that no one is worth your sacrifice and that living is the only way to have a future!"
A familiar voice came and Luna's heart fluttered violently as she looked up shakily, only to see a bloodstained figure in front of her bending down, reaching out with those arms that were cracked all over, pinning herself up, and a heavy slap on her ass followed.
She didn't have time to sob in sorrow before her vision suddenly wavered and they were back in the vibrant world littered with flowers and birds.
The Demon Gun who was waiting to harvest the space debris turned around, and his face was suddenly a bit surprised.
"It's not even dead?"
Witcher, who looked like coke, pulled out his clock and looked at it, and returned blandly:
"Your calculations aren't wrong, but only if your destructive shots are capable of killing Titans."
"This cursed armor of yours, it doesn't have a great defense, but every time you fight you rush out to ward off damage, like you're rushing to your death..."
"Originally, I just wanted to keep it to fool that Holy Maiden of yours, but I didn't expect this kind of windfall."
Magic Gun narrowed his eyes and suddenly smiled.
"You purposely uttered so many hidden secrets to stall for time, but none of them backtracked successfully..."
"You can't find the backtracking timestamp, can you."
Eleazar put away his pocket watch in disbelief.
"You're smarter than a holy gun."
"Tch, what a tragedy, being a Timekeeper but being abandoned by time."
Magic Gun spoke absently, clipping the cigarette on his lips as if to flick the ash.
Without waiting for his other hand to touch the gun pouch, a highly cohesive blade of flame rested on his shoulder, and in an instant Witcher, standing before him, lifted his chin high, casting a condescendingly cold look, and holding the blazing longsword in his hand as if it had also opened a fiery-red, unforgiving vertical pupil, emitting a high temperature that easily incinerated the leather jacket on his shoulder, searing the undefended flesh and scalding the hair was so hot that his hair was withered and curled up.
Witcher, who looks like charcoal, is still so wretched, but his tone is still strong.
"It's enough to settle you, in this state."
"Luna!"
The dragon immediately let out a roar, her body quickly covered with dark red scales, ringed horns protruded from her head, her thick dragon tail burst through her clothes, her blood-stained dragon wings unfolded, and her intimidating body hovered in the air, shadows blotting out the sky.
In True Red's vertical pupils, she easily laid catch of another phantom doppelganger in stealth, already storing up that terrifying destructive shot again, she then took a deep breath.
In distant villages, people were shocked in place by a sudden roar, eardrums trembling violently as if the whole world seemed to be buzzing, blood instantly solidified, unable to move the body stiffened in place, only to feel an incomparable horror of the pressure shrouding the heart, as if there is an invisible hand grabbed his heart heavy downward a pull.
In the forest, it was unknown how many animals instantly died violently, and the entire forest fell silent, leaving only that terrifying roar to frantically echo between heaven and earth.
Amid the people's unbearable agonized faces, the sky turned red in the distance, and then rose a sky of thick smoke.
Being choked by that charcoal-like palm and having difficulty breathing, Demon Gun suddenly raised his leg for an instantaneous kick, only to have his opponent crack his kneecap with the same lightning-fast elbow strike.
In his eyes, which were gradually becoming crimson, a violent and raging dragon flame swept up behind Witcher.
"That means that only one of your three doppelgangers needs to be left behind, right!"
Eleazar didn't even look at the dragon's breath that was coming behind him like a dike, he just grabbed the magic gun by the neck in a death grip and pressed him against a large tree.
In the next second, the terrifying dragon flames swept through, leaving a black scorch mark on the ground that was a hundred meters long and dozens of meters wide, and the dark red sparks in the sky flew like fireflies, and there was nothing left in there, only uncountable ashes flying in the air.
[Rewind: 8/9]
A charred black figure slowly reshaped itself in the ashes.
A seriously injured body that continues to resist the dragon's breath is worse than death, it's better just to die and backtrack.
Eleazar, who was severely depleted in both spirituality and transcendental activity, covered his head, looked at the distant phantom doppelganger that was no longer moving, and called out to the dragons in the sky:
"Come down..."
Luna, whose eyes were still a bit crazed and bloodthirsty, fluttered her wings and landed slowly, looking like she was struggling to control her dragon nature, before seeing Witcher beside her pull out the Transcendental Potion and bite down with her mouth wide open.