Inside the train carriage, the gunslinger was about to kill the girl. She stared at the dark muzzle and shut her eyes in terror.
The cultists were all furious, but powerless. All they could do was rage helplessly.
Just as the gunslinger was about to shoot the priestess, a voice suddenly appeared beside his ear. "Brother, could you not shoot and kill my summoner?"
The gunslinger's pupils suddenly contracted.
He immediately scanned his surroundings, but found no one in the third carriage.
From the corner of his eye, he saw a beautiful, flawless full moon. He turned at once, only to see a full moon reflected in the carriage window.
But this full moon appeared only in the train carriage window. Outside, the sky was still sinking into dusk. And inside the third carriage, there were only the people present. How could there be a full moon?
The gunslinger turned his head back, his pupils contracting once more. "I'm seeing a ghost."
He drew a firearm from his waist with his left hand and aimed it at Locke, who had suddenly appeared before him.
The Locke before him wore a close-fitting navy suit, a soft felt hat, and held a gentleman's cane.
It was not that he had chosen to appear in this world in such an image. Rather, the ancient Sacrificial Magic had been designed by the Silent Witch, and its internal framework had long since been fixed.
His true body was still outside this world, at the boundary between the Crystal Wall System and the void.
In a broad sense, he was already within this world. But in the narrow sense, without entering the Crystal Wall System, he could not enter the Prime Material Plane, and therefore could not be said to have entered this world.
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