It is called the “Magic Bullet Shooter” by the “Council of Sages”.
The magic gun, which can only shoot six bullets a month, will automatically refill its ammo at the new moon.
Against its harsh constraints is its terrifying power and power.
The bullets fired by this magic gun will tirelessly catch up even if the target escapes to the ends of the earth, even if the target escapes from the earth, it will not give up until it hits the target.
For Annie, who is not very familiar with the operation of firearms, this is probably a boon.
She pulled the trigger on the god Zu Ansela.
What spewed from the muzzle was not flames, but pale flashes.
The pale flash was like a thunderbolt, and it easily pierced through Ansheela’s chest, passed through her body, and even penetrated the body of the flaming snake.
Angela spat out blood while looking at Annie with a look of disgust.
It was the arrow of Artemis, and it was a very serious wound even for a god of disobedience, let alone such a petite witch.
“I am the sky. You, tremble at me!”
Ansheela’s angelic face was full of twisted expressions. Her right hand was on her chest. The gushing blood completely dyed the slender palm and the semi-transparent gauze, and there was no sign of healing at all.
“I am the earth. You, curse me!”
The crisp and charming voice made Annie and Kusan feel a chill in their hearts.
bang bang bang-
Annie pulled the trigger continuously, and three pale flashes pierced through Ansheela’s right chest, left knee, and lower abdomen.
The blood stained the veil, the petite body was shaky, and the fanatical warlocks began to dance even more frantically.
“My head is Enlil, the god of the sky, and my face is the noonday sun!”
The blood foam couldn’t stop her at all, and Ansheela continued to chant.
Kurumi stared at her without stopping.And although Annie wanted to stop it, the “Magic Bullet Shooter” only had six bullets in total.
She had already used two of them when fighting the “Lord of the Flies” people before, and now she has no right to pull the trigger.
“The incomparable goddess Ulashu is my guardian!”
“My hands are the sharp scythe of the moon! My ten fingers are willow branches made of the bones of the revered gods!”
“…”
Ansheela raised her hands high, and the blood-soaked veil slipped down her childish body.
She was surrounded by flames, red fruit, looking down at Kurumi and Annie.
The girl’s lovely voice dominated the beach, the sun fell, and the blazing flames in the night were brighter than anything else.
The sorcerers who surrounded her prayed and chanted in unison.
The bewitched crowd has been dispersed, what should I do if the force is not enough?
Angela gave a cruel smile.
What the hell… There’s a lot of food and grass here.
boom–
A dancing sorcerer in fancy clothes exploded, twisted to the ground, half-crippled, but still praying.
Blood smeared on the sand, twisted into a group of snakes.
Warlocks believe in witches of calamity, and their teachings are mournful sacrifices.
One of the wounds on Anshera’s body healed.
boom–
With a terrifying sound, another warlock burst open.
The childish body was stained with blood, but the body had become perfect and flawless, and there was no more wound.
bang bang bang-
The Feast of Blood invites Kurumi and Annie on the beach.
Such a cruel scene, even Annie, who has been fighting with Ansheela for ten years, can’t accept it.
Ansheela knew Anne very well.
She knew that Annie’s “super transformation” required sacrifices, and the strength of the transformation was also related to the strength of the sacrifices.
The transformation of a “giant” requires a huge human-built structure, but there is no such thing near the beach.
The “Magic Bird” will produce continuous earthquakes, but this is a fragile place on the mainland, and Ansiela predicts that people like Annie will not use the magic bird here.
While “Sun” needs rain, “Puma” does not have a strong fighting ability.
“Quathered Serpent” needs the corpses of creatures killed by others, so Anshera deliberately weakened the strength of the sacrifice, and none of those warlocks have died so far.
“Magic Bullet Shooter” has run out of bullets, what is this old-school fake hero fighting with himself?
Anshera danced in front of the bonfire.
You finish reading I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer Chapter 1166
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