Yu Lian and Count Black Moon had both guessed what was about to happen, but neither of them stopped. Sure enough, only a few seconds later, over a hundred faceless androids of the same model came rushing around the corner, scrambling along on both hands and feet. They flooded into view like an out-of-control torrent of sewage.
They ran, sprinted, dodged, and leaped with the movements of large cats pursuing prey. Yet aside from the inevitable sounds of bumps and scrapes, they made no noise at all.
And that was precisely what made them so unnerving.
Yu Lian found the scene incredibly familiar, so he promptly opened fire with his Gatling gun. Electromagnetically propelled 9 mm steel-tipped rounds tore into the crowd, creating a furious storm of metal.
At almost the same moment, Count Black Moon somehow produced a 9 mm Gatling gun of his own, along with an ammunition box nearly as tall as he was.
There was nothing strange about the esteemed Count Black Moon having spatial equipment, nor about his being able to carry a mech-grade heavy Gatling gun in one hand. Even his wielding the same blue-flame Gatling gun as Yu Lian was no big deal. It was just that a knight-errant who had roamed the galaxy for centuries looked a little out of place wielding such an unfashionable weapon.
"So what? Who says the Black Moon can't use a weapon like this? I'm merely a mild-mannered, humble gentleman thief, not skilled in combat. What's wrong with using a few tools to save my strength during a frontal battle?" Count Black Moon said.
The blue-flame bullet streams from the two Gatling guns soon formed a dense web of crossing fire, sealing off every inch of space in front of them.
These ancient androids seemed to be