Chapter 22 The Cannon Falls Silent

Inside the villa, at the dining table.

Looking at the enchantingly beautiful witch of about twenty-five or twenty-six, who was casting amorous glances at him with boundless charm,

Feathered Serpent Edward was already envisioning in his mind how he would thoroughly ravish this tender and intoxicating extraordinary witch tonight.

"And while I'm at it, I'll pry out some information about her wealthy husband's financial situation. It's about time to close the net."

"With this sum of money, plus the funds from selling the ship and the double-cross, the old man's chances of victory can increase by half a percent."

"Once the old man wins, I can rampage more freely on the seas."

"Those mermaids, though not as intoxicating as this witch, are wild enough."

Feathered Serpent Edward thought steadily to himself.

A faint "Shh!"

A sound like something tearing suddenly echoed in his mind.

"What?"

Feathered Serpent Edward was startled.

He moved his hand back, about to take out the ready-made mystic-pattern shield scroll, the easiest to grab from his storage bracelet.

But suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his head, and his soul seemed to tear apart as if falling into a dark abyss.

A dull "Thump!"

Feathered Serpent Edward, chair and all, crashed heavily to the floor.

A fist-sized hole pierced through his skull from the right forehead to the back left, leaving a massive bloody tunnel through his entire head.

Azure blood gushed out uncontrollably.

As a member of a family blessed by deep-sea leviathans, his extraordinary bloodline granted him the physique and soul of an elite creature, and this blue "Ocean Blood" allowed them to navigate the seas with ease.

"Uh... help... me..."

As his consciousness sank into darkness, Feathered Serpent Edward tried to scream, but no one answered.

At the same moment his consciousness faded away,

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

The same piercing sounds as before, dense as raindrops, rang out across the hall.

Each piercing sound carried a heart-stopping destructive power.

In the dark tower two hundred meters away.

As the arcane shot pierced Feathered Serpent Edward's head,

Gunie did not hesitate.

Instantly, he loaded a second bullet and fired again.

This twelve-syllable arcane bullet condensed in Gunie's hand in an instant.

If he could fire more than one at a time, Gunie would not hesitate to push the spell to its limit.

Turning the arcane shot into an "Arcane Gatling."

However, as he continued to study spells, Gunie might one day develop such an "Arcane Gatling Shooting Spell."

The second shot had just been fired.

Then the third.

The fourth.

The fifth.

...

After ten consecutive arcane bullets were fired, the cannon fell silent.

The energy within the arcane channel was nearly depleted.

To fire again, a new round of energy replenishment was needed.

The ten consecutive arcane bullets yielded an abundant harvest.

First, Feathered Serpent Edward had his head pierced through.

Although he had an equipment-borne shield, it was as fragile as paper before the low-level mystic-pattern arcane shot and the annihilating arcane bullet.

For the subsequent bullets, Gunie first aimed at the two powerful fifth-rank guards.

One guard, at the first sound of attack, rolled and vanished.

The other guard tried to run toward Feathered Serpent Edward to save him.

But after Gunie shot off his arm, he quickly hid behind a wall.

If he could see him, Gunie would not mind continuing to shoot.

Unfortunately, Gunie's source-vision could only penetrate the outer wall; the second wall blocked his sight.

The remaining shots were fired based on rough predictions, and Gunie did not know if they hit.

The tenth bullet, the last one.

Gunie aimed at the first-rank witch. He had promised to kill her, so he could not break his word.

With one shot, the head of the first-rank witch hiding under the wooden table was blown to pieces.

After firing, Gunie quickly manipulated the puppet threads. With the help of ultra-long-range vision and strenuous control, the puppet threads swiftly wrapped around Feathered Serpent Edward's head.

Then he pulled.

"Retrieve!"

Gunie thought.

Whoosh!

The corpse of Feathered Serpent Edward, still bleeding on the floor, vanished instantly.

Feathered Serpent Edward had extraordinary storage equipment, which normally could not be stored into other extraordinary storage items.

But the system space had no such restriction; extraordinary storage equipment could be directly stored into the system space.

Thus, the dead Feathered Serpent Edward, two hundred meters away, was directly retrieved by Gunie via the puppet threads.

Then Gunie lightly waved his hand, and the puppet threads and the dark inscription arcane channel quickly dissipated.

At the same time, Gunie activated a pre-prepared teleportation scroll.

Since he had killed Feathered Serpent Edward and obtained the corpse, there was no need to tangle with those two extremely powerful fifth-rank superhumans and invite trouble.

"That invisible fifth-rank superhuman should be approaching by now."

As Gunie pondered, his figure vanished with a fluctuation of spatial essence.

Seven or eight seconds after Gunie disappeared,

A figure as agile as a leopard nimbly flipped into the tower where Gunie had been hiding, like a ghost.

A pair of brown eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, a faint murderous aura emerging.

At that moment, the air still held the dissipating scent of source power.

After looking around, the fifth-rank expert found no one.

"Escaped?"

"Lucky for you, or you'd be dead."

The fifth-rank shadow expert, unable to track Gunie, growled in a low voice.

He quickly returned to the villa and came to the spot where Feathered Serpent Edward had fallen, ready to check his injuries.

But instead of Feathered Serpent Edward, he saw only a pool of azure blood.

He knew it was Feathered Serpent Edward's blood.

The fifth-rank shadow expert first froze, then looked around.

"Captain? Where is he?"

In his mind, he still thought the captain was alive and just hiding.

After all, he knew well how strong and resilient their captain was.

The fifth-rank shadow expert went behind the wall.

He saw a burly man with one arm broken off.

The man, having bandaged his arm, was grimly pouring a potion into his mouth.

"Where's the captain?" the shadow expert asked.

"Right by the fallen chair," the burly man replied.

"No one there," the shadow expert said curtly.

"No one? How is that possible? Even if he were dead..." The burly man caught himself and changed his words.

"Maybe he hid? Things were chaotic just now."

"He might have teleported away using a scroll."

"That attack just now... was extremely vicious."

The shadow expert looked at the man's broken arm.

Then he looked around the room. The walls, floor, and table were full of fist-sized holes, a shocking sight.

"That attack was ferocious. It's possible the captain teleported away to avoid further strikes," the shadow expert thought.

Without a corpse to confirm death, and given that Feathered Serpent Edward had an instant teleportation scroll,

the two did not believe he was dead.

Instead, they assumed their captain had teleported and hidden.

After all, the method of retrieving a corpse from hundreds of meters away was unheard of in the history of the Aoya Continent.

"That attacker has been driven off by me."

"You rest here and heal. I'll search the area for any trace of the captain."

"Alright, be careful. That attacker might come back."

"I know."

Then the fifth-rank shadow expert vanished again.