Unfortunately, Lesini was not a Grand Knight so strong-willed that he could Interfere with Reality. Physical strength ultimately had its limits and could not be swayed at all by personal will.
Clang—
His numb hand did not even register that the longsword had flown from his grasp. Lesini staggered and nearly fell.
The Lieutenant Colonel was badly wounded and exhausted, his vision already beginning to blur, while his opponent raised his scimitar with a savage grin.
Is this the end?
Legend had it that, before death, the scenes of one's life flashed before one's eyes. Lesini seemed to see himself entering the world as a crying infant, and then...
Bang—
After an unusually distinct gunshot, the replay that had just begun came to an abrupt end. Lesini was astonished to discover that he was not dead!
He tried hard to open his eyes, only to find them filled with red. His mouth and nose were also full of the stench of blood.
"Whose blood is this...?"
After all, he was a seasoned Formal Knight. With no enemy interfering, Lesini gradually recovered after a while. He wiped the blood from his face and struggled to his feet.
Only after standing did he discover in shock that the gaunt pirate who had driven him into a desperate situation looked as though he had been hit by a cannonball. Everything above his chest had completely vanished, leaving only half a corpse sprawled on the deck, blood and gore covering the ground.
Tsk, tsk. Even with his years of battlefield experience, he had rarely seen such a grisly death.
Rather than being frightened by the sight, he let out a long breath of relief.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunfire rang endlessly in his ears. In sight, Apprentice Knight-level pirates fell one after another with every