Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 1092: Section 684: You Know I Know Who Is Who (2)_2

Chapter 1092: Section 684: You Know I Know Who Is Who (2)_2

Adjustments completed, taking out a mirror, leaning it against the wall, Sudel once again observed the muzzle flash—clearly, that archer hadn’t noticed him.

Putting away the mirror in his hand, Sudel crouched with the gun, first replacing the gun on the window frame with his, then leaning against the corpse, slowly pushing him away.

The deceased fell to the ground, raising a bit of dust and sound.

· My lord, please hear my earnest prayer, I am your believer, I am your sword, I am your messenger.

In the scope, a bald Chaos was operating his rifle, lying on the central platform of the siege tower. Although it was too far to clearly see his face, Sudel still saw the tattered military uniform bearing the shoulder patch of the Sharpshooter unit.

He was the comrade lost in that woodland.

Looking at the wound on his head, Sudel sighed silently... forgive me, old pal, I couldn’t bring you back.

Pulled the bolt, ejected a spare bullet, then pushed the bolt back in.

· My lord, please lend me a hand, help me strike down strong enemies, grant me relief... Sudel took a deep breath.

In the scope, as if sensing something, this Chaos turned the muzzle over.

Its muzzle moved and then, as if discovering something, this Chaos aimed the muzzle over.

Sudel pulled the trigger.

The bullet, after traveling a distance of 571 meters, drilled into the scope, shattering two layers of glass barrier, and finally burrowed into the eye socket of this Chaos.

The half-sitting-half-lying Chaos lost bodily functions, falling to one side, as Sudel pulled the bolt.

He saw that face... the face slashed to pieces with a knife... he didn’t fall on his own, but was driven insane by the torture of cruel punishment.

I’m sorry, old pal... I’m sorry, I didn’t bring you home, if your soul is ever purified, feel free to despise me.

I failed to fulfill the promise with you all, it’s my fault.

Sudel leaned the rifle with the open bolt against the wall, picked up the fallen soldier’s rifle, and retrieved two bullets from it.

Loaded them along with the previously ejected bullets.

Sudel moved to the other side of the window, from where he could see that Chaos infantry had already charged into the front line. Although, in terms of height, they still had the upper hand, Chaos was far more powerful, and both sides were exchanging lives at the front line.

But Chaos was not afraid of such exchanges at all.

Sudel raised his gun, pushed the scope aside, and began using the sight again, selecting a Chaos commander as the new target.

· My Lord, I have the will to die, I am willing to share the fate with this nation, only hoping to live a few days longer, to kill more Chaos.

After killing the Chaos commander, Sudel pulled the bolt, the shell danced through the air, forsaking its owner who returned the machine gun to its working position, a new bullet was pushed into the chamber, and in Sudel’s eyes, a magician carrying a battle flag appeared, this time, in the pause of breathing, Sudel pulled the trigger.

The bullet hit its forehead but made no progress, pulling from the thin chain on the neck the only bullet, loaded it in, pulled the bolt, the sacred rune bullet was pushed into the chamber at that moment.

Aiming at the chaotic sorcerer who was still confirming where the bullet came from, Sudel’s preemptive action was rewarded, the bullet shattered its skull, turning half of its head backward, at the same time some Chaos screamed, they began to shoot in the direction of Sudel, and quickly noticed the second-floor window.

Sudel chose to change position.

Jumping across the opening behind him, Sudel discovered comrades from the infantry regiment wrestling on the floor with Chaos.

Although there was no bayonet, Sudel still reversed the gun, using the butt to strike the back of Chaos’s head, on the third strike, this Chaos made no more movement.

Kicking away the Chaos corpse from his comrade, Sudel raised his gun, his comrade tremblingly covered his face with his hand—where there was a wound caused by tearing and damage, black foul blood was flowing down his face.

"Shoot, brother!" this peer of Sudel looked at the miasma on his hand, showing a helpless smile.

Sudel nodded: "May you find peace at the end of the River of Mana."

The peer closed his eyes, beginning to await the arrival of the final moment.

Sudel gradually tightened the trigger, watching the breath of the peer on the ground grow rapid, Sudel finally closed his eyes and pulled the trigger.

No strange sound when the bullet hit the ground?

In confusion, Sudel opened his eyes and saw the bullet head curled up by the tendrils of the World Tree Sapling, and then the lord embracing the wounded, giving him a potion.

"My lord! You’ve returned!" Both Sudel and the soldier expressed extremely excited expressions on their faces.

"Yes, I have returned." Said, releasing the soldier who was fully healed, letting him slap on the ground, Master Malin stood up, looking at Sudel, he patted Sudel’s shoulder vigorously.

"Where’s your cousin, he shouldn’t have gotten himself killed foolishly."

"There, he’s just wounded." Sudel said, pointing outside the window: "My lord, there are enemies everywhere outside, you need to help us."

"...You’d better go and see if they are still fighting." Malin’s smile let Sudel and that soldier themselves go to the window to

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