"Shoot it down!"
The middle-aged man frowned at the crow's cry interrupting him, then waved a hand at the soldiers beside him.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Seven or eight soldiers raised their flintlocks at once and fired a volley at the approaching crow.
But to their surprise, the crow was extraordinarily agile in the night sky. Not only did the bird easily dodge the incoming bullets, but the Fire Crow also closed the distance, swooping over the soldiers' heads like a dive bomber. The middle-aged man received particular attention.
"Aah!"
"My eyes!"
"My eyes!"
Screaming, the middle-aged man fell to the ground and rolled about with both hands over his eyes.
The sudden turn of events stunned the surrounding soldiers.
Some instinctively moved to help the middle-aged man.
Others raised their guns again and aimed at the Fire Crow overhead.
No one noticed the figure approaching from the end of the street.
Not even Pierre, Harold, or Coffin.
The approaching figure strode steadily through the night breeze, his cloak fluttering gently in the wind as he slowly drew two enormous, extravagantly shaped greatswords from his sword case.
The next instant-
Whoosh!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
A scalp-prickling howl suddenly rang out.
The night breeze turned violent.
His cloak snapped in the wind.
But screams soon drowned out everything else.
Qin Ran charged into the utterly unprepared soldiers like a tiger descending on a flock of sheep. His two greatswords, [Words of Arrogance] and [Aemilius's Sword], swept left and right, unstoppable.
Every swing cut several soldiers in half at the waist.
Every swing made their faces blanch.
Whether they tried to block with their guns or dodge aside, it made no difference.
Nothing helped against those two enormous blades.
Within a few breaths, Qin Ran had cleared out every soldier around him.
Blood