Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 398: Section 265: Facing Directly (Part 3)

Chapter 398: Section 265: Facing Directly (Part 3)

Mason Wyman leaned in the corner of the trench, his ordinary appearance and lean figure, listening to the sounds around him—completely silent trenches were fundamentally abnormal.

Someone had cast a silence enchantment, probably a very capable individual, but these damn things never differentiate between friend and foe. Do these blasted Chaos creatures not need ears? Or can their sense of smell replace everything?

They’re truly some damned mongrels.

It must be so, Mason drew his Revolver from his waist, extended the mirror shard in his right hand out of the corner. There was nothing moving behind him in the trench, and a friendly soldier who had been shot lay against the side of the trench; he had been dead for some time now.

My lord, I pray to you from here.

Mason leaned on the trench, watching as the air in the mirror slightly warped, growing increasingly distinct. He extended his left hand with the Revolver out of the trench and pulled the trigger toward the empty trench.

The next second, a Chaos creature’s body ’fell’ out of thin air.

It was a very cunning Chaos, using Spell Formations to deceive and warp the human visual system. Unfortunately for it, it encountered a hunter. Mason cocked the hammer with his thumb. As the Chaos creature writhed in the trenches, he already had his gun pointed at the opposite side. However, he did not fire because a soldier with a large head popped out from the other side.

He opened his mouth to say something, but Mason couldn’t hear a word he was saying.

Ultimately, the soldier gave up trying to speak, pointed toward the trench behind him making a gesture of caution and danger, then he climbed out of the trench.

He must have lost his mind, Mason watched the deserting soldier. He hadn’t even stood up before a bullet from nowhere struck him, and he fell face down onto the ground above.

Mason felt it was no longer safe here. He extended the mirror once again; the Chaos creature was left twitching instinctively. Mason cautiously peeked his head out, Psychic Vision told him there was no danger, so he carefully stepped out. As Mason walked past the body of the creature, he pressed its head to the ground and slit its throat with a dagger.

Chaos is not entitled to mercy. That is a gift from the innocent to the innocent, and for a murderous being like Chaos, death is the best gift from the innocent.

At this time, sounds returned to Mason’s ears; he heard gunshots, screams, the roars of Chaos, and the distinctive sounds of explosions and bombardments from the artillery Spell Formations on the front lines.

It looked like the silence enchantment had been broken by one of our mages.

"Mason, run!"

He heard someone calling him.

Mason raised the mirror above the trench. From his vantage point, he could see the side where the Chaos were launching an assault, both flanks firing at the creatures. The good news was that. The bad news was that he saw the very front of the left flank was already engaged in combat with the Chaos.

Who was calling for him to retreat?

Mason was puzzled; it was an unfamiliar voice, like that of a child.

What a joke, how could there possibly be a child on this damned battlefield?

Leaning against the trench, Mason glanced down the communication trench on his left, where faint footsteps could be heard. Switching the Revolver and the mirror shard to different hands, he carefully extended it out—two Chaos Hounds, the one behind gnawing on a limb in its mouth, oblivious to the extended hand upfront, while the front one spotted Mason.

Dropping the mirror shard, Mason caressed the gun barrel with his left hand, and the sacred inscription activated by his Spiritual Energy started working. Extending the gun, the first Chaos Hound’s head burst into pieces under the onslaught of bullets, and before the rear dumb dog could react, it was swiftly shot dead by Mason.

"Mason, can you hear me? Run!"

Someone else was calling for him to run.

Mason looked around in confusion, watching a squad of soldiers pass by, not looking to flee but to go and reinforce the left flank.

Uneasy, Mason observed his surroundings; there had to be a problem. He pulled out his small divination bracelet.

"I am in mortal danger."

The bracelet swung wildly, ironically making Mason feel a bit better—if the divination had said there was no danger, that would spell the worst situation, as it meant the divination was being tampered with.

"There is a life-threatening danger targeting me."

The bracelet did not swing wildly but trembled slightly.

Mason felt a bit more reassured—as a well-known Chaos Slayer at the front, it was certainly a lie to say that the opposite Chaos didn’t want to kill him. Both sides have been fighting for so long that even Mason recognized many Champion Level creatures and Chaos Priests from the other side.

They knew him too, as neither side could get the best of the other.

If any of them took part in this assault, they would certainly be thinking of any possible chance to kill Mason.

Of course, Mason had the same thoughts.

"There are Champion Level beings among the opposing Chaos."

The bracelet spun in circles, a very affirmative answer it seemed.

Just as well, which reassured Mason even more—a counter-offensive of such scale would certainly involve Chaos Champions and Priests. This divination hadn’t been interfered, which meant all previous divinations were untouched as well.

With this thought, Mason turned and stood up, pulling the trigger at the rushing Chaos.

The first Chaos fell to the ground with a bullet piercing through its chest.

The second Chaos raised its gun, but standing to aim on the battlefield exposed one to the archers from behind. Mason didn’t bother with him, instead, he shot at the third Chaos, which was trying to take cover behind a rock. Its head was blown apart, and what was meant to be a dodge turned into a crash against the rock.