"Hehe!" Nayala smiled and pressed forward. "Then I shall make good use of those extra perks!"
The last soldier on the bike noticed that his friend was shot down by their own army's weapon, feeling terrified. He was only a Level One Magus, while Nayala was at Level Two. The Magic Energy she could add to the bullets not only made them stronger but also faster. She definitely could shoot from further away without losing power.
Without thinking twice, he turned around and tried to drive away. However...
*Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...*
Alvin, Kafril, and Connor used their Magic Energy and rained down attacks on the guy's path. There was a river nearby, and they were down in the valley. There weren't many paths for him to run. Even though Alvin and the others were only Level One Maguses and Familiars, he would definitely be severely injured if he threw himself in the middle of those attacks. "Fuck!"
