Can't Be Killed, Can't Be Smashed Apart

But how should he put it? Even though he knew it was pointless, Solam still wanted to do it, because only then would he feel a little better. Solam was just that petty-minded a person. He never forgave a grudge. You cut off my roots, and I'll blow up your little brother!

Still, Solam was not acting purely out of revenge. His other two bullets had clear purposes. The shot to the chest had been aimed at the heart. For any living creature, the heart was the most vital spot. Solam did not know whether this thing even counted as a living creature, but he intended to give it a try anyway. Nothing ventured, nothing gained—what if it worked?

As for the shot to the head, that went without saying. And the facts proved that Solam's attack had indeed been effective. After its head and chest exploded, Alfred's body came to an uncontrollable halt. The pause was not short—at least, not for professionals.

Seizing the opportunity, Weslan immediately thrust his sword into Alfred's body. A burst of intense light and explosions erupted within Alfred once more. But Weslan did not linger. The instant his strike landed, he yanked out his sword and retreated rapidly.

He had no choice but to retreat, because spells and divine magic from all around were already coming one after another! If he stayed there any longer, he would not come out unscathed either. The remaining paladins, priests, and mages had all taken this chance to attack together! In fact, they had never stopped attacking. It was just that Alfred had been slipperier than an eel, rendering most of their attacks useless. But things were different now. Alfred had been left in such an obvious pause by Solam's three shots. There was no way they would