"——Shut up," Edward responded with icy coldness.
He had no intention of listening to what the person beside him wanted to say; he did not even consider glancing back.
"The law grants me the right to execute by shooting."
Edward murmured softly, then pulled the trigger.
A beam of silver brilliance shot out from the muzzle, instantly engulfing the middle-aged man's head!
There was no blood spray, no bone shards or flesh. When the light dissipated, the man's head appeared completely intact, except for a thumb-sized black dot right in the center of his forehead.
Because it was his soul that was shattered, ensuring he had no means of emergency escape or reincarnation.
As the man was killed, large swirling black runes suddenly emerged on the ghostly pale skin of the Aberrant Limb Demon.
