Chapter 139: Random Shots Claim a Life

Chapter 139: Random Shots Claim a Life

TL: Etude

Barnett watched as the people inside the barrier removed some strange objects from their backs and fiddled with them before aiming in his direction.

What were they doing? Was that a type of weapon?

The dark muzzles of the objects seemed familiar to him, reminiscent of the tubular weapons used by the primitive tribes in the southern rainforests, capable of launching darts or emitting poison gas.

Could they be planning to kill him with darts or poison gas? Hah, what a joke.

While sneering, Barnett spoke to Paul, Mortal, your soldiers are very competent, using such rudimentary equipment yet displaying knight-like bravery and loyalty. Im curious how you managed to train them.

I admit theyve caused me some minor troubles, but thats all theyll ever amount to!

Ill let you die understanding. The one you eliminated, Gaden, was my subordinate. Without him, I have to make some minor adjustments to my original plan.

It really troubles me, a perfectionist like myself, to see a flaw in what was once a smooth plan. A beautiful thing is now tainted, so you, who caused this, must die to clear this knot in my heart.

Scoff if you will, but hate your own weakness, hate this cruel world where the fate of the weak is manipulated by the strong. Gaden was to you what you are to me, nothing more!

Do all these villains love to prattle on? Paul thought irritably, glancing outside at the lunatic. He whispered to the female advisor beside him, When I count to three, you drop this this barrier.

Ladi nodded slightly, already drenched in sweat, looking like she could collapse at any moment.

As soon as the barrier drops, open fire, understood?This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

Yes, Count!

Barnett, still hammering away at the barrier, taunted them upon seeing Paul talking to the girl beside him.

Haha, are you saying your final goodbyes to that whore? Dont worry, Ill send you both to hell together. Traitors are more despicable than enemies!

Have you already had a taste of that little wench?

Paul began to count:

One!

Two!

Three!

What kind of weapon was that?

Why didnt my Stone Skin Spell work?

Recalling the moments, Barnett felt as if he had been punched several times the instant the booming sound occurred. Then came the burning sensation, excruciating pain, and numbness spreading throughout his body.

Struggling to stand, his equally wounded thigh refused to muster any strength, only endless pain and numbness.

What terrified him even more was that his intestines slid out of the abdominal wounds as he struggled.

Fear instantly consumed the wizards mind, a feeling he hadnt experienced in a long time.

No! This cant be real!

Barnett yelled in a cry, frantically stuffing his intestines back into his stomach and covering the wound.

But there were too many holes to plug, and no matter how hard he tried, it was futile.

As the blood flow increased, the wizards consciousness blurred, his heart beating slower and slower.

I am I am Barnett of the Arcane Society, a powerful mage!

How could I possibly lose to mere mortals!

As death neared, Barnetts fear dissipated, leaving only endless regret.

I still had so much to do

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Finally, he stopped breathing, his arm falling limply, his eyes open but devoid of any light.

Bang! Bang!

Gunshots sounded again, hitting Barnetts corpse with two more bullets.

Paul, not taking any chances with such an unusual enemy, ordered his soldiers to fire two additional shots.

Watching the motionless body on the ground, Paul exhaled deeply, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

It seemed the enemy was indeed thoroughly defeated.