Chapter 69
It wasn’t fear that this might be one’s turn next. No, it wasn’t even fear to begin with.
It wasn’t a metaphor; literally, inescapable death was being scattered everywhere.
“Gatling-type,” “20mm.”
Dale, shielded by his subordinates, focuses his consciousness on the magical incantation as he unleashes the essence of slaughter.
Gatling포. The first weapon of mass destruction (WMD).
In a sense, it surpassed the ‘mass destruction magic’ imagined by the people of this world.
Countless black barrels endlessly scattering bullets of darkness. Shadow Bullets. There was no need to even consider the number of bullets. Following Dale’s footsteps, shadows whirled endlessly, wrought into hundreds of bullets, relentlessly raining down.
A hail of 20mm caliber shadow bullets.
“Aaaah!”
“It hurts, it hurts!”
Gunfire echoed, and screams rang out. Skulls shattered, brains splattered, bones broke, armor cracked. Intestines spilled out in streams, and a rain of blood poured down.
Those who died instantly, without even a scream, were perhaps the fortunate ones.
One crawled along the floor, both legs gone. Another, a bullet hole piercing his armor, desperately tried to plug the spilling entrails. Yet another wailed, crying out his mother’s name.
A river of blood.
The wedge formation deployed by the cavalry, intended to decisively break through Black Armor Company’s dense formation, had instead made itself an easy target for Dale.
