Wolf Barrel 5.56

At the edge of his sight, he saw Cerios rise loosely.

When he glanced at the knife that had stabbed him in the stomach, he pulled it out as if he were going to pay even for the yarn crumbs. Blood accumulated inside his belly bubbles out like a hollow water balloon. But Celios didn't even show fine dust, such as a painful bare gesture, and on the contrary, he smiled. A grin like a trump joker.

Cerios pushed the mud at his feet - soil stained with his own blood - into the open wound and forcefully stopped the bleeding. But still, Celios doesn't break his grin.

…………

I breathed in front of the sight that made me want to turn away.

Celios approaches me, looking down gently at me crawling through the ground.

Shit, shit, shit. I'm freaking tired in my head.

"Fuck you. I'm finally hunting you down - my brother's revenge."

"... brother? He's my brother."

Shortly after I was about to say it, Celios kicked me in the side of the head. A shock that makes me wonder if my eyeballs will pop out. My head, which I almost lifted, hits the ground again and my brain shakes. The impact damaged the hardware on the iron mask and took it off his face and flew away like a frisbee.

"I wonder what kind of bastard you are, you're a lot younger"

A voice emanating from right around the corner sounds as if it's coming from behind the cave. The current one has worked so badly. Vision goes far and cloudy. You can never lose your mind right now. I chewed hard on the inside of my cheek, desperately connecting my distant consciousness.

Forcing a heavy eyelid to flick.

Then there was a smile there that made me throw up.

Oh well, there was a point. The brother this guy just mentioned is that boy who tried to shoot a dynamite arrow yesterday. It looked so much like a bug spit running. Brothers together and thieves in the mafia. Besides this face. I'm sure it's not a variety of home environments.

Even so, the damage is hard to get out of it. Tinnitus doesn't stop, the contours of the world are crazy by the way. The sense of balance is also subtly strange. Damn, I'm having a concussion. We need more time to recover.

"Be prepared."

with a smile, Cerios said.

"From now on, I'm going to torture you like you can't even see on the battlefield. Cut off all body parts and skin them alive. Are you getting scared?

"… sticky" I nodded and peeled off my dog's teeth, staring sharply at Cerios. "Fuck you, you fucking pervert."

You shouldn't irritate your opponent in the heel.

I know that. I know, but I still couldn't hold off this anger creeping up from the bottom of my belly.

"Be prepared that way. I'm going to kill you."

"Hahaha, that's a good prestige. You have more liver than you look."

"Thanks for that. - By the way."

"Hmm, what?

"I don't see your brother, are you leaving a message today?

"-!"

In a moment, Celios' cheeks trembled.

There was a change in the look on my face that didn't shake slightly when I screwed dirt into my wound.

I laughed in my chest. [M] Weaknesses - applied.

"Oh, I'm sorry, speaking of which, I was shattered by dynamite yesterday. Woe to you, hahaha"

I exaggerated and laughed back at the pain in my flank.

I might have overdone it.

But thanks to that, I was able to erase the smile that was snagging at Celios. A vascular mass of mites floats on his forehead, and his white face clouds red and black like an alcoholic. I was just a little freaked out when I saw that.

"- You laughed, now you're laughing at Pedro's death. Oh."

I guess I can't afford to keep playing poker face.

Her eyes peeled off so much that her eyelids ripped to the side, and Cerios kicked me in the flank. I eat a good shot of my body floating. "Guh," I groaned. I wanted to tell you a couple more, but it seems a little impossible.

This kick was out-of-count, but precious time was earned.

Tinnitus is mild and the colours are clear.

It's about time.

"I'm going to chop that surface up right now and I'll never be able to slap you down again!

An exasperated cerios removed a small knife from the inner pocket of the leather jacket. It was similar in shape to a medical female. In addition, fishing needles, scissors, etc. looked chilly. I understood what use it would be used for and my stomach became heavier to the point of disgust.

You bastard, he's seriously going to do plastic surgery on me.

But unfortunately, I wasn't going to go out with every pervert doctor.

No, my consciousness had recovered to a complete level.

I got me back.

- Come on, it's time to fight back.

Ignoring the serios I was still calling, I calmly checked the situation.

My consciousness is clear, but I don't think I can move quickly. Abara is broken after all. But I can fight back. Turn your consciousness to your right hand. Minimum of two seconds between summoning Beretta and shooting. But he still has a pseudo barrier, so he can't attack the detour.

I try to cover my belly and hide my right hand.

I rolled cells all over my body, anticipating an opportunity.

It was then.

From across the trees, I noticed the sound of the horse's feet approaching. The sound that was small is getting louder and louder. Turning his face toward the sound, there stood one man on a horse.

For a moment, my brain didn't understand and I didn't know who it was.

Why is he here?

What a Dominic I was there for.

"...... haha"

With a face full of sweat, I laughed lightly.

Dominic's guy, like a special shooting hero, showed up at a bad time.

Dominic, who stepped off the horse with an impetus that was almost decimated,

"Ogammy! I'm here to help you -!!

When I rose up to cling to the tree and yowling, I waved my wand, producing one fireball. Flaming chunks as much as basketball. Additionally, Dominic sprinkled magic pills and enlarged the fireball. A blazing flame gushes the airflow, raising Dominic's forehead and distorting the scenery around him.

No way. Is he willing to shoot magic with that body?

As far as that resolute look goes, apparently he's serious about it.

20 m to Cerios. It's within range enough.

"Chip, just a little bit more"

An instantly perceived danger, Cerios rushes out of the spot. But Dominic was hesitant to shoot the magic. Because he was in danger of getting me involved. "... Huh!" At the time of the toothpick, the shield that had been left unattended caught my eye. I can still use it as long as I block the hole.

I braced my stomach.

"Dominic! Shoot it right now!

"But..."

"Just hurry up! Leave me alone!

Scream to block the objection.

For a few moments, Dominic, who was cruising,

"... Shit, Shit, I don't care what happens!!

Shouting in a yakuza, he moved his wand to cut a cross.

Then a change happened to the fireball.

A crack like Acer's eye ran on the surface of the fireball and split into hundreds of pieces of fire debris. One is a fire sphere as diced as a flock of fluorescent floats.

(... what the heck) I was blinded for a second. ”Something” is clearly different from the monotonous magic we've had so far. From that magic, I felt a threat that made my spine colder.

As I dragged my body to the shield, I repaired the hole and hurried to secure it to the ground.

Dominic waves the wand three times.

On that signal, a fireball popped out simultaneously.

A flock of fireballs spreads fan-shaped at a squeaky rate. Me and Celios were accidentally swallowed up by a flock of fireballs that pushed us like the rain of a beating.

In an instant, my vision stains a single orange color.

Loud enough to make your skin tremble. One fireball after another lands on the ground, winding up dead leaves and rotten soil and sprinkling them like featherworms. My vision narrows at once. All the fireballs that struck me were blocked by a translucent shield. I managed to make it.

I was right to anchor the shield to the ground.

Had it been in my hand, I would have been pulled back and dead by now.

"Gogon gagon" sounded dull from all over the shield, and every time I felt my liver cold. It's like a Reaper knock. When I open the door, death awaits me.

The surface of the shield shreds and begins to contain fine cracks. I was desperate to repair my shield and withstand the storm passing.

Eventually.

Tranquility returns and vision gradually clears.

When the earthen smoke disappeared, there were vivid claw marks from the fireballs spread on one side. It was a strange view to be alive right now.

The shield that reached its limit collapsed in tears, creating a translucent mountain at its feet.

What happened to Celios - he was rolling into a new tree and fleeing difficulties with the agility he didn't think he was suffering from serious illness. But it didn't seem intact. On the run, I saw firmly that two fireballs had eaten into my belly. At the root of the tree where Cerios is hiding, there are scary bloodstains. You are more right that you were cornered than that you ran away.

"Gohoo, gaha"

Finished shooting his magic, Dominic threw up stomach fluids twice and three degrees and fell to the ground.

His face was blue and white like a candle, and he ran out of energy and roots. I don't even think I can get up on my own anymore. Naturally it will. Magic deficiency is not an easy thing to recover from overnight. Forced to use magic, he was in danger of losing his life. With that in mind, Dominic cast his magic.

As I watched Dominic fall and stop moving, a hot thing came up in my chest.

I feel like they gave me a baton.

The dokundokun and pulse begin to run.

Well done, Dominic.

Rest there.

I just found a place where every person could hide, so I moved that far and checked for damage to the M4A1. Fortunately, the only thing that broke after taking the knife was the stock part. If I trade this, I can shoot right away. Summon a new stock to replace it and see if there are any problems with the operation with Dryfire (Empty Shots). Remove and insert the last magazine from the vest and press the bolt release lever to set the first bullet in the dispensary. Ready.

I closed my eyelid and breathed deeply once.

Dominic, I've certainly seen your readiness.

Leave the rest to me.

I'll give you guidance on your behalf. [M]

At that time, there were signs of people moving forward.

Peeping through the raised soil gap, I could see Cerios holding his bow. Damn, I'm trying to get rid of Dominic first.

(- Let them do it!!

I lay down my gun on one knee and put my torso out of the ground - aligning the ACOG aiming line to the head of Cerios, who was only visible. Cerios hasn't noticed this way yet. opportunity. But the moment you squeeze the trigger, "Huh!!" Celios reacted as if he had been looking at me with a third eye, pulling his head in instantly.

One blinking difference caused the rifle bullet to lose sight of its goal and put a hole in a completely unrelated tree.

I was also hit with a bullet.

But I finally get it.

Sound.

I hear that elves (long-eared) have particularly good hearing.

Perhaps Celios had only heard 'the sound of the trigger' accurately from the murmur, anticipating the timing of this one and taking evasive action. That explains why I spotted the moment of reload. In retrospect, he popped up just after pressing the magazine release lever.

That's fantasy. I'll flatten things out like going the diagonal of our expectations over here.

But I don't know what to do if I find out.

I'm going to tell you now that that advantage will take your life.

When I rose from the ground, I opened fire on the hidden tree of Cerios. Muzzle flash. A spark blows from the muzzle and turns into nitrous smoke. The recoil of the shooting becomes a wave and runs over your body, causing pain from your flank. Embrace it with guts and squeeze the trigger even further.

Three shots were fired to keep standing, but none of them led to piercing the shield.

Even rifle bullets that pierce the iron torso when easier, do not stand teeth in front of large trees more than 2 m wide. I was just knocking abusively.

"What's the matter, Celios, aren't you going to take your brother's revenge! Why don't you fight like a man for the last time! Come out, I'll deal with you!

……

Two more shots to provoke, but Celios doesn't come on like shellfish trapped in a shell.

It's all right.

I know the word that opens the shell.

I pushed the magazine release lever with the ammo still remaining and let the magazine drain from the gun body. Make noises at the bottom of your feet.

Celios reacted to this.

From the shade of a tree in the front, Cerios with a bow popped up in momentum.

This moment.

I had extreme concentration. [M]

On nerves turned into sharp blades, electrical signals run like lightning bolts. It is well informed as it scatters a spark from the sensory nerve to the motor nerve through the brain. Sensory organs enhanced by the title "Lonely Wolf" roared.

Feel the time slow.

I might be able to check the flying arrows with my eyes before avoiding them.

Seeing me with my gun standing, Celios' eyes were shaken by agitation. "Why," the face said. I'm sure it was an ambush with certainty that the bullet ran out over here.

But too bad.

You wouldn't know, but the gun says, 'If you have a bullet set in the drugstore, even if you remove the magazine, you can shoot just one shot in the drugstore'.

Void and Cerios is confused.

The upset resulted in delaying the option of avoidance.

He's destined to eat bullets no matter what.

I hit the trigger.

A linked hammer goes through the firering pin and taps the ammunition primer (the detonator) that was waiting in the medicine room. Fire. Fire on gun powder. An outburst of magic broke out in the machine section of the gun and the warhead was shot out. The warhead was pushed out to gas pressure and accelerated by passing through a barrel with a helical groove, jumping out of the gunpoint at an ultrasonic speed of 900 m per second.

The warhead growls as it spins in a stiffness.

It becomes a light that drives the universe.

The aim is Celios' left chest.

Heart.

Late, Cerios releases an arrow. That was a striking arrow.

This moment.

A coincidence occurred that only seemed to be the flirtation of God.

The path of the rifle bullet overlapped with that of the arrow.

Rifle bullets and arrows intersect, as if their lives were at best the same. Fine sparks scatter and each other's paths reverse.

- Rifle bullets are on top.

- The arrows are down there.

This was to divide the light and darkness.

An arrow aimed at my neck stood in front of me on the ground.

The rifle bullets - change course from heart to head. It landed around Cerios' left eye, drawing ballistic ballistics that swept him from the bottom.

A bullet tore through the soaked skin and drilled a hole in the foreskull into the interior. Peel the dura and flashly destroy the frontal, parietal lobes of the cerebrum. Chasing with cavity phenomenon. A rifle bullet fell out of the top of his head and Celios' hair fluttered up for a moment. At the same time white bone shards and flesh fragments splashed like crackers.

The brain, which was held down by the internal pressure of the skull, is freed and naturally exposed from the wound. A bitchy gel-shaped blood splash adhered to the carpet of dead leaves.

It was clear that the current blow caused devastating damage to the left brain.

Cerios had his eyes wide open, no screaming or yelling, frozen his face.

Silence as if the world had stopped.

One gunshot runs through the woods like a howl.

Eventually, Celios dropped his ston and hips as if even in the front seat, only his left eye turned up with a grunt and fell straight back. The dead leaves dance along with the sound of the dust.

Finally.

I tried to catch a sigh of relief - that moment.

"Become!?

Incredibly, Celios half-baked himself with a springy momentum.

Part of the broken skull is barely caught by the scalp, and the contents of the broken skull are loose. I can see its larvae-like pink brain squirting with pulsations.

Blood pond at your feet.

The clothes I'm wearing are bleeding, so red and black that I can't remember what the original color was. It's no longer a strange state to be alive. Yet he is still alive. Alive and hostile to me.

"... oh, my God... oh, my God"

I was in awe with fear of that obsession that stretched even my own death.

Celios took out a knife, staring at me. Bad hobby knife with excessive decoration. The red ruby on the grip caught my eye in particular. I felt a dangerous smell on that treasure ball.

"Oh, oh, ma'am. - And the painting."

A voice as if another human spoke one word at a time.

"Michi zu ru no shi no hand ya ru ah!

With a tremendous scream that sounded from hell, Celios put a knife over his head.

(That is dangerous!!

My sixth sense screams.

Understand by intuition. We have to stop that one. Oh, shit!

I hurried to pick up the magazine I dropped earlier and inserted it into the M4A1. But I can't shoot like this. I need to set the first bullet in the pharmacy. Forward, Celios is about to strike the knife's jewel to the ground. In time. Tap the bolt release lever and get your first bullet to the dispensary. I don't have time to aim. Semi- to auto selectors. And I launched a full auto projectile of the M4A1 to get rid of it. M4A1 growl that damages the tympanic membrane. Three of the bullets that ran backwards burst into Cerios. One shot blew out three Cerios fingers and one bit and chopped from the base of the elbow - the last one captured Cerios' left chest, in the middle of his heart. A hypersonic rifle bullet strained his heart, flesh flowers opened on his back, and blood splashed from it as if it had exploded.

Gunshots echo.

Fine nitrous smoke rises from the muzzle.

A spinning Celios forearm drew a red line as if it were a paintbrush and fell to the ground with a stiffness.

Cerios stopped in a belly-up posture and eventually fell to the side to collapse. The colour is lost as if the breaker had been cut from the right eye, which is opened.

A few times, he cramped his body, and eventually Celios was completely silent.

Done.

Now it's really over.