Chapitre 289: Ask Roland [2/2]

Since I had Exa and her unlimited reloads, I kept firing long past five rounds. Of course, none of my bullets landed in the same place. I shot his entire torso, moving my gun arm at different angles.

My trigger finger was quite fast, so I practically unloaded close to twenty Magnums in those few seconds. Enraged by my attack, Raymond's face contorted in rage as wind lances covered both of his arms.

"ARROGANT MOTHERFUCKER! DIE!"

"[TANK]."

Raymond buried his wind lance into my head. A painful sensation of a razor-sharp wind construct traveled through my skull as everything above my head was shredded like confetti.

It was fucking painful. Have you ever imagined what it felt like to be thrown into a heavy duty waste grinder? 

Yeah, this was even more painful. As if my body suddenly felt the loss of my brain, it suddenly felt stiff.

'MOVE! YOU ARE GOING TO DIE!' I screamed inwardly.

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