You call this... a sniper?

"What is this thing?!"

The agent, his leg caught, realized the danger but couldn't mount any effective resistance.

The World Government was vast, from CP1 to CP9, plus the special CP0, they possessed a huge number of agents, but not all agents specialized in combat.

The CP0 agents in white suits were undoubtedly among the strongest, even called the shield of the Celestial Dragons, but such agents didn't appear in these hunting games; at least, they didn't have to act as hounds.

These agents were undoubtedly the most grassroots, their combat power only slightly higher than Spandam, that ultimate nepotism case, belonging to the grunt portion of the agents.

Although trained in hand-to-hand combat, proficient with firearms, and loyal enough to the Celestial Dragons, they were still mortal.

They were good at bullying unarmed people, but when faced with real danger, it was another story.

"What are you staring at? Hurry up and help me get it off!!"

The metal petals had already cut into his flesh. The pain drove him to struggle desperately, but no one dared to help him. The swirling purple halo beneath the petals looked like trouble, no matter how you saw it.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out from behind the agent. Elatin, without mercy, shot and killed the man who had stepped on the trap.

"So much nonsense, you're too loud."

"Saint Erlatin, you..."

The remaining agents beside him were startled. They wanted to say something but feared becoming the next target, not even daring to touch their deceased colleague.

After a moment of hesitation, they finally retreated.

"Stupid commoners, using such lowly tools to impede my progress! I don't want the kill-in-one bonus anymore; I'm going to torment him properly!"

In the eyes of the Celestial Dragons, resistance was a grave insult. More than what the trap signified, Elatin cared more about the attitude. He had no intention of turning back.

Perhaps, in his mind, the lotus was just an ordinary beast trap.

Let alone Elatin, even Ivankov and the others didn't understand what was happening. Although a guard had been eliminated, it was a Celestial Dragon who had acted.

"Oran, your device seems to have malfunctioned. What do we do next?"

"Malfunctioned? My creations don't make such low-level mistakes. Don't talk about me; even that guy Kada Jin wouldn't make a mistake. His pursuit of art in this area is somewhat pathological."

Kada Jin, the Fate Weaver, viewed slaughter as art. Oran had participated in his pursuit. These devices were developed from captured weapons.

These lotus traps were tools for Jin's concept of completed art. For a pathological "artist," his art of slaughter could not tolerate mistakes.

Oran had further strengthened them on this basis, as Oran himself never minded learning from others' strengths to compensate for his own weaknesses.

Especially these external things. After all, power itself was neither right nor wrong. Whether it was Glimmer or a Hex Core, how it was used was fundamental.

For example, the lotus trap that had just been triggered, Oran had extended the fuse. If people around had gone to rescue him, it would have caused a greater effect.

However, Oran had ultimately underestimated the depths of the Celestial Dragons.

BOOM!

After a considerable delay, the lotus trap detonated as expected, and in a series of rapid explosions.

Stepped on to trigger, timed to trigger, manually detonated; the trap's trigger methods were far from singular. The blooming of the first lotus was merely the beginning. After determining the positions were suitable, the mechanical lotuses in the canyon began to bloom one after another.

Purple smoke instantly filled the surrounding area. The explosions tore apart flesh, and the anesthetic within the lotuses began to take effect.

"Protect Saint Erlatin!"

"Saint Erlatin, there's an ambush! You need to run!"

To capture him alive, the amount of explosives in the lotus traps had been reduced, and they weren't set too densely. Otherwise, this one blast would have been enough to wipe them all out.

Now, a few agents remained, but they didn't dare to run. If they died here, only they themselves would die. If something happened to Elatin, their entire families would be in trouble.

However, Elatin didn't listen to them at all. Unlike those Celestial Dragons wearing glass domes, Elatin habitually wore a gas mask, filtering the air and preventing the inhalation of harmful gases. By chance, he had avoided the anesthetic.

Moreover, he himself was not a complete waste like ordinary Celestial Dragons. At this moment, Elatin realized this was not a tool Bear was using to stop him, but a premeditated trap.

"Get out of the way! You bunch of trash, to let these commoners get their hands on explosives! The Navy is getting more and more useless..."

BOOM!

Before Elatin could finish speaking, another explosion sounded in his ear. The agent who had just been shouting for Elatin to run was now only a lower half; his upper body seemed to have vanished into thin air. Only the lingering bloodstains proved he had once been a complete person.

"Bastards... bastards... daring to let these guys' filthy blood splash on me..."

The mask's goggles were stained red. Anger almost clouded Elatin's reason at this moment, yet the attacks did not cease.

BOOM!

Another explosion sounded, creating a large crater in the ground. At the same time, the last agent standing beside Elatin had also fallen.

"It's this way, you damn commoners, just you wait..."

The death of the agent didn't scare him. Elatin drew his weapons, holding a blade in each hand, and ran in the direction of the sound.

Simultaneously, on a nearby hilltop, a group of people stared blankly at Oran.

"What's wrong? Never seen a sniper before? If something can be solved with guns and cannons, why bother with swords and blades?"

Regardless of the reasons why those agents risked their lives for the Celestial Dragons, the moment they landed on this island and started acting as their lackeys, they were no different from the Celestial Dragons in essence. Therefore, Oran showed no intention of holding back.

"No... this thing... you call this a gun?"

Technology on the seas is rather haphazard, with repeating flintlock pistols firing round shot being a mainstream weapon.

Although there's no shortage of people calling themselves snipers on the seas, those individuals rely on their own marksmanship, not advantages in equipment. Scopes are rare equipment out on the ocean.

Looking at the massive weapon Oran carried on his shoulder, its muzzle as thick as his fist, Ivankov couldn't equate it with sniping at all.

"Single shot, kill with one blow, that's definitely sniping."

"What kind of cold joke is this... Oran, be careful!!"

"Found you, you coward!"

As he spoke, Elatin, who was in the canyon below, charged out of the smoke. The blade in his hand flashed with cold light, slashing towards Oran without any hesitation.

According to Elatin's understanding, someone who only hides in the distance and plays with guns must have very weak close-combat skills. As long as he could get close to him, he could easily capture the opponent and then let him experience the wrath of the Celestial Dragons.

Seeing the unexpected situation, Ivankov and the others were about to rush to help when they found Elatin's weapon being held steadily in mid-air.

At some unknown time, Oran also held two sharp blades in his hands.

"You've misunderstood one thing: I never said I don't know how to use a knife."