Clock Chimes

Flap, flap—

Amid the flashing red light, more than a dozen leaves on a tree turned into pitch-black crows, only for them to rise into the air with harsh caws.

Bang! Bang! Bang!...

Streams of fire shot out, blasting apart these crows that had just been reborn and had not yet had the chance to enjoy their freedom.

A hundred meters away, Milan wore a custom black Venom Armor that outlined his muscles. With a dashing spin, he twirled the two large-caliber Black Steel revolvers in his hands before holstering them at his waist.

These large-caliber revolvers, handcrafted by Evan, used 22-gram bullets. Their muzzle velocity could reach 602 meters per second, with an initial kinetic energy of nearly 4,000 joules. Within a hundred paces, a single round could penetrate roughly three centimeters of steel plating.

Their barrels were fitted with gunblades, making them not only ranged weapons but also suitable for close-quarters slashing. They were unquestionably the kings of contemporary individual firearms.

Combined with Milan's own power over space, they had completely solved the cumbersome problem of reloading revolvers. In his hands, Black Steel had become a dreamlike battlefield artifact with unlimited ammunition.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Turning to look at Evan, who was applauding beside him, Milan shed his usual flippancy. His expression was firm and solemn.

"Although the outcome of the war has yet to be decided, if everything goes as we hope, this will be the battle that knocks Sirius from its pedestal, the battle that makes Tulip the new ruler of the seas, and the perfect opportunity for my advancement.

This may be the best opportunity in the past two hundred years. We absolutely cannot let it slip away!"

Looking at Milan's expression, as though he would rather die than fail, Evan nearly patted him on