Lightning leaped between different floors, racing toward the guns propped in the windows and conducting backward along their barrels. Yet strangely, there were no shooters behind the firearms that were spitting bullets.
In other words, these guns were loading and firing entirely on their own—the very model of full automation.
Witnessing this, the male commander of the mysterious organization in another building sighed as well. "This is probably what it means for one man to be an army. He's clearly only B-rank, yet he can stand against an A-rank without falling behind."
The eyes of his female companion beside him also lit up. "It would be wonderful if we could make him work for us. With his abilities, combined with Godslayer Bullets, probably not many gods could withstand him."
"Don't even think about it. The God of Firearms is an important figure among the New Gods, not comparable to the motley gods holed up here. No matter how you look at it, he has no reason to betray his own side." The male commander spoke calmly. After a pause, he lectured her again, "Remember, none of these gods can be trusted. Even Set, who has temporarily allied with me—we're only taking what we each need. He wants to use our strength to stir up chaos among the gods and reclaim his former glory, while we need to act in his name and temporarily conceal the organization's existence. Still, our current goals are the same: to provoke a war between the New Gods and the Old Gods."
"I'm not an idiot. Why would I trust the God of Chaos?" The female commander rolled her eyes. "But I am growing more and more curious about who exactly is behind Set. I've read his files and records. According to our teacher, gods' personalities,