Snow and wind swayed, the sky was dark, outside the Desolate Church, the square was illuminated by firelight for a moment.
Even though the accuracy of the smoothbore gun wasn't good,
the sheer number overwhelmed, turning anyone into a sieve.
Two Junlin Swords were summoned and crossed into an X-shape, protecting the vital areas of the head and torso.
Bang, bang, bang!
The bullets melted upon touching the swords, but Liszt's arms and legs were hit by more than a dozen shots, his shoulder was pierced, and a bullet grazed his face, spurting blood plasma.
Even though he was not hit in the vitals, Liszt could no longer move, severely wounded.
Yet, those bullet holes were eroded with strange black and red smoke, even the bullets embedded in his flesh and bones seemed to be consumed by it.
The two swords surged with differently colored mists, rapidly condensing at the blade tips, and with a fierce slash, six arcs of unparalleled cursed light soared through the air.
Touch and die.
