"Kill!!"
At the heart of the forest, the sounds of slaughter shook the heavens. Bertrand's arrival tipped the balance of the entire battle. The two worked together—one handled the shooting, the other provided cover. Under Brice's interception, almost no one could get close to them.
Even if someone managed to break through by luck, Bertrand's combination of Shigan and Soru was not something a group of small-time pirates without even a bounty could defend against.
"A bunch of trash! There are only two of them!"
Orlande roared furiously from the rear, but it had little effect. In just a few minutes, the death toll had already risen to nearly ten!
However, the two of them were utterly exhausted as well. Brice had already been seriously injured, and even the hand holding his gun had begun to tremble. Shots that would have certainly hit before now required two, or even three shots to land.
This allowed more and more people to close in. Bertrand was hard-pressed to deal with them all, and wounds of every kind gradually appeared across his body.
"This won't work. Can you still run?" Bertrand asked in a low voice, wiping the blood from his face.
Brice's expression darkened slightly at those words, and he gently shook his head.
Orlande's two earlier shots had struck one of his legs and one of his arms respectively. Just standing was already difficult for him. One arm hung limply at his side, while the recoil from firing one-handed made his other arm tremble even more violently.
But then, a smile appeared on Brice's face. "Thank you for coming, Bertrand... Break out first. I'll cover you!"
"Shut up!"
Bertrand turned and glared at Brice. Taking a step back, he ignored Brice's resistance and draped Brice's arm over his own shoulder. "If