It was only a few steps later that someone suddenly appeared ahead to block the way, wearing a red scarf with a coat. Who else could it be but Dismas?
At this moment, the smoke from the musket he fired had not even dispersed. Facing the dark muzzle, the Eagle Flock members seemed to feel an inexplicable sting.
"Don't give him time to reload, take him out!"
The leader's words startled everyone. Yes, the musket only had one shot, once fired, it was just scrap metal.
In an instant, someone pulled out a short bow ready to shoot an arrow, while others rushed forward with short swords drawn.
Yet, the person blocking the way showed not a hint of fear, but instead responded with a laugh to those words.
"Who told you I only have one bullet?"
Before they could comprehend, Dismas's musket roared successively, and among those bending their bows, a few exploded with blood flowers on their bodies and fell, their fate unknown.
