Whenever a body fell, green energies were moving towards him and were absorbed in his body.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Ngh!"
"Gwa!"
"GOOORRR!"
Three gunshots reverberated, and three screams rang.
"Eh?"
"What is that?"
"Artefact?"
"Weapon?"
The soldiers who had a glance at their commander asked curiously. What was that their commander was holding?
Eman saw a bandit enveloped himself with a magical aura. He pointed the gun and retreated the Finger Bullet skill. When he pulled the trigger, he noticed the bullet traveled straight towards the bandit.
The bandit staggered. Like he was hit with a stone. Eman narrowed his eyes. He wondered what kind of spell the bandit was using. It was surprising that the bullet failed to penetrate his human skin.
Perhaps, it was a spell that fortified his skin. In that case, there were limits that the gun's bullet could penetrate.