“Why Did You Piss Him Off? He’s the Evil God’s Lackey!”

Chapter 137: This Thing, It’s Called a Gun

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Cindy's body hung in mid-air, his thick neck tightly gripped, like a powerless rabbit caught by a hunter.

His face had turned a deep purple-red, and even his gaze had become somewhat unfocused.

Suddenly, Viktor's hand abruptly released.

Freed from restraint, Cindy fell to his knees on the ground, gasping for air.

He let the air continuously fill his somewhat tense lungs.

After a while, he finally regained his senses and raised his slightly blurred eyes, looking fearfully at the indistinct figure before him.

"Who... who are you?"

Viktor's face remained expressionless as he looked down at the man kneeling on the ground.

A seemingly disdainful sneer echoed in his ears.

"Why does every one of you have to ask who I am?"

Cindy blinked hard, until his eyes could clearly see the person in front of him.

His mind went blank, as if he had seen something terribly frightening, his eyes suddenly widening.

Fear, like a vast ocean, gradually filled his eyes.

"Vi... Viktor!"

Cindy shook his head violently, stammering:

"Impossible, impossible..."

He still couldn't believe it.

Viktor was a mage, how could his strength possibly be greater than that of a fourth-tier warrior like himself?

This was absolutely impossible!

He quickly began to grope around on the dark ground, trying to find his weapon.

But Cindy couldn't even see the shadow of that greatsword.

An ominous feeling came from above his head, and he suddenly looked up.

His luxurious greatsword was being held by a giant hand of lava, emitting a hot glow, incredibly eye-catching.

"What... is this?"

His gaze became somewhat dazed as he sat on the ground, involuntarily backing away.

Extreme fear filled his mind.

The fear in his eyes hadn't diminished in the slightest, yet he felt more and more pressure surging towards him.

At this moment, the thought of escape arose in his mind.

Now, escape, escape immediately!

But just then, a cold voice slowly rang out in his ear.

"Oh, you want this?"

As if suddenly seeing a ray of light in the darkness, it seemed hope had returned.

The huge lava hand tossed the greatsword, throwing it at Cindy's feet.

The greatsword hit the ground, its extreme weight even creating a deep pit in the surface.

Seeing the greatsword fall, Cindy hurriedly grasped it in his hand, finally feeling fully reassured.

For a warrior, losing one's weapon was no different from losing both arms.

With the weapon back in his hand, he felt that the Viktor before him didn't seem so terrifying anymore.

Even the fear flowing in the depths of his eyes had faded somewhat.

He stood up shakily, his face flushed, the blood in his body continuously rushing to his brain, his aura rising again.

Viktor just now had only managed to successfully ambush him, that's all.

He was a powerful fourth-tier warrior!

How could he possibly lose to a mage in close combat?

It was simply absurd.

The previous events seemed to have been treated as an illusion by Cindy.

Cindy clenched his fists, his teeth also tightly clenched, making a crackling sound.

He wanted to make Viktor understand that a mage approached by a fourth-tier warrior was nothing more than a fish on a chopping board.

Utterly without hope of victory.

A confident and arrogant smile spread across his face as he looked at Viktor with disdain, his head held high.

"I'll let you know, giving me back the sword, you'll regr..."

Before he could finish speaking, Viktor's figure had already disappeared from in front of him.

Cindy's pupils suddenly contracted, and when he focused his gaze, a knee had already appeared in front of his chest, seeming to completely occupy his field of vision.

"So fast..."

Before he could finish speaking, accompanied by the impact of a powerful wind, it struck hard against his chest.

Cindy suddenly felt pain, his body also bending due to the powerful force, saliva involuntarily flying out.

His flushed face seemed to become even more scarlet, his eyeballs protruding, as if they might fly out at any moment.

"You talk too much."

A cold voice sounded in his ear, and in Cindy's dazed gaze, he could only see Viktor raising one leg.

An extremely fast and violent kick smashed down hard on Cindy's head.

The enormous pressure suddenly impacted Cindy's skull.

He felt his eyes turn white, an extremely intense dizziness and confusion filling his brain, terror once again taking the upper hand in his mind.

The greatsword also slowly slipped from his hand.

Under the extreme impact, Cindy's body, like a thin sheet of paper, was completely at the mercy of others, slamming hard onto the ground.

From beginning to end, Viktor hadn't even extended his hands.

The lava giant hand behind him reached out, once again gripping Cindy's greatsword.

He looked coldly at Cindy lying on the ground, his voice carrying contempt.

"Heh, is that all?"

That extremely mocking tone made Cindy completely disoriented at this moment.

If earlier it could be explained as being ambushed,

How could he explain it now?

He lay quietly on the ground, feeling pain enveloping his entire body, barely raising his head.

But before he could see Viktor, that greatsword was thrown in front of him again, lying quietly on the ground.

As if waiting for Cindy to pick it up again.

The cold voice came to his ears once more.

"Stand up."

"Let's continue."

Cindy painfully reached out his hand, grasping the sword hilt.

He propped up his body and slowly stood up.

As a fourth-tier warrior, the robustness of Cindy's physical body had naturally reached a terrifyingly formidable level.

Although he had been attacked consecutively, he hadn't suffered too much injury.

The pain hitting his body was nothing more than some flesh wounds.

But the impact on his spirit was incomparable to the injuries to his body.

This time, Cindy became serious.

He held the greatsword across in front of him, his legs slightly bent, a powerful aura gradually swirling under his feet, as if about to burst forth at any moment.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the ground beneath his feet had already been compressed and cracked.

Just as he was about to launch an attack towards Viktor,

Viktor appeared in front of him again, as if for an encore, throwing out a rapid kick.

The speed was so fast it was like an afterimage, giving Cindy no time to react.

The whip-like leg swept horizontally, hitting hard against his neck.

The intense impact seemed to want to completely scatter the warm blood in his blood vessels.

Cindy's powerful body, as if hooked by an extremely sharp sickle, slammed face-first onto the ground.

The already cracked ground now became even more pulverized.

A breath escaped from Cindy's throat, his hands once again losing their grip.

The greatsword was once again taken by Viktor.

"Is this all you've got?"

"Continue."

He could only hear Viktor's calm voice sounding again in his daze.

That weapon was once again thrown beside him.

Cindy stood up once more...

Once, twice, three times...

But the final result was always the same.

No matter how swift or violent Cindy's actions were, in front of Viktor, they were like toys.

In just one strike, he would be knocked to the ground by Viktor.

Although his body was unharmed, Cindy's spirit was on the verge of collapse.

Those warriors who were still alive watched their leader being thoroughly crushed by a mage from afar, their foreheads drenched in cold sweat.

"What... what kind of monster is this!?"

Shock swept through everyone, their stiff bodies becoming unable to move.

Whether due to fear or shock, they began to doubt the world in their hearts.

They didn't even notice that a group of hooded shadows had silently appeared behind them.

A chill gradually spread between the bodies of those warriors.

Their vision went black, and they completely lost consciousness.

The shadows wiped the remaining blood from their cold blades and sheathed their daggers.

Leon returned to Lia's side.

"Miss Lia, all the small fry have been dealt with."

Lia simply 'hmm'ed in response, her gaze continuing to watch Viktor's side, not moving away at all.

In a daze, she seemed to remember.

The last time, Viktor had also been like this.

Facing a kingdom warrior, yet defeating them in close combat.

He seemed to take great pleasure in close combat with warriors.

Finally, Cindy stood up from the ground once again.

He lowered his eyes, his face gloomy, his gaze somewhat blank.

Standing quietly in place, allowing the sea breeze to blow against his muscular body.

The greatsword was thrown at his feet again, Viktor standing in place, looking at him indifferently.

Along with the constantly whistling sea wind, Cindy laughed helplessly:

"Haha... hahaha."

"How humiliating..."

As a famous adventurer from the south, a fourth-tier warrior,

He had actually been thoroughly beaten by a mage, pinned to the ground.

If word got out, it would be a complete humiliation to himself.

His mentality seemed to have collapsed, and even his spirit became somewhat chaotic.

Cindy didn't pick up his sword again.

He just slowly put his hand on his waist.

Then...

As if sensing some danger, Lia's eyes widened, her voice already calling out instinctively.

"Sto-"

But no matter how fast the voice was, it couldn't outpace the sound that tore through the night sky.

Bang!

A clear and muffled gunshot echoed through the night sky.

In Cindy's right hand was a revolver.

On the gun barrel, there seemed to be many strange red patterns carved, like a bloodthirsty hound.

Smoke was still slowly rising from the pitch-black muzzle.

At this moment, everyone froze in place.

The surroundings seemed to become somewhat quiet.

A blood hole the size of a bowl appeared in Viktor's chest.

It was as if something had viciously dug a bloody hole in his chest.

Thick and hot blood kept dripping, completely soaking the ground beneath his feet.

Lia's brain seemed to 'buzz', completely shutting down.

"Haha, hahahahahahahaha!"

Cindy shouted, laughing to the sky.

His limbs were moving crazily, as if disjointed.

"You didn't expect it, did you? You didn't expect it!"

His eyes were flowing with utter madness.

Under everyone's incredulous gaze, he slowly raised the gun in his hand, as if viewing a treasure.

Under the moonlight, the silver gun body engraved with red patterns looked incredibly dazzling.

"What warriors, what mages..."

"They're destined to be no match for this kind of new weapon! Hahahaha..."

Suddenly, Cindy's voice came to an abrupt halt.

Because Viktor, standing in place, had moved.

He didn't even blink, one hand reaching into his own chest.

From that wound, he pulled out a smooth black bullet.

He held it in front of his eyes like this, not even minding the wound on his chest, examining it for a moment.

"Southern special firearms, using special magic crystals as a power source."

A green light flashed, and the wound on his chest began to heal.

Even the hole in his clothes was restored to its original state under the magic recovery.

In just a few seconds, the previous injury seemed like an illusion.

And that deep voice continued to sound.

"The damage isn't too high, one shot probably couldn't even kill a normal second-tier knight."

"First generation product?"

As if feeling a surge of extremely chaotic fear, Cindy's eyes widened, seeming to fall into madness.

He violently raised the gun, aiming at Viktor, and frantically pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

After emptying all the bullets, Cindy kept pulling the trigger, ignoring the clicking sound of the empty gun.

He fell into utter panic, wanting to hurriedly reload.

However...

Those few black bullets that were fired seemed to be forcibly blocked, hovering in front of Viktor.

Their kinetic energy completely dissipated, they fell quietly to the ground.

"Why... why..."

Cindy completely lost his composure, the bullets in his hand also trembling and dropping a few.

Having finally loaded the magazine with great difficulty, the gun involuntarily floated into the air.

Cindy's eyes widened, he tried to grab the gun back, but could only watch helplessly as his weapon, which he considered a treasure, fell into Viktor's hands.

Viktor held it in his hand, playing with it for a moment.

Then.

He stretched out his arm, pointing the muzzle at Cindy.

As if swallowed by darkness, Cindy felt a chill spreading from his spine to his entire body.

In the moment his brain shut down, he could only hear Viktor's voice, as if reminding him, sounding in his ear.

"Watch carefully."

"This is how you use this thing."

As the words fell, Viktor shifted his arm.

The muzzle pointed at the surging sea surface.

Waves of magical power gradually entwined around the muzzle.

Hum—Hum—Hum—

A series of magical circles surrounded the gun barrel, as if charging up.

The red engravings on the gun body seemed to come alive, resonating with a muffled roar.

Viktor slowly pulled the trigger.

Boom!

Along with that thunderous roar,

Instantly, an extremely large black cannonball, as if bursting from the muzzle, shot out from the magical array at the gun's mouth.

The powerful aura blew Viktor's windbreaker, making it flap wildly, even tearing the surrounding wind.

At a speed almost no one could see clearly, one could only feel the air over the sea surface distort slightly.

The cannonball, carrying a terrifying air current, suddenly fell onto the sea surface.

It raised waves tens of meters high.

Violent winds arose over the sea surface, the world losing its color.

It continued for a very long time, even the ground of the dock was completely submerged by the uplifted water droplets.

Until the tide slowly receded, the sea surface gradually returned to calm.

Cindy stared blankly at Viktor.

He lost all strength in his body and collapsed onto the ground.

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