Tasting Fear, Cunning Bethus

A flood of bullets turned into a curtain of rain, sweeping away layer upon layer of minions of the Fear Legion.

However, these minions of the Fear Legion seemed innately devoid of the emotion of fear, stepping over the corpses of their companions as they swarmed and flew madly toward the War Fortress.

The numbers of these minions were simply too vast; even if the Arbiters closed their eyes and pulled their triggers, every single energy bullet would hit a legion minion.

Fortunately, the Crimson Firearm weapons possessed one huge advantage.

As long as the Mana within the Arbiters' bodies was not exhausted, they could fire continuously and infinitely.

Figo blasted several cannons in succession at the minions, the energy grenades blowing a huge gap in the swarm, but in the blink of an eye, it was filled and replenished by the subsequent legion minions.

Tch, truly insane!

He dismissed the Grenade Launcher and shouted, "Hear my command, switch weapons!"

The Arbiters instantly dismissed the crimson weapons in their hands, their hands condensing crimson orbs of Mana.

The next second, the orbs dissipated, revealing identical new-style crimson weapons.

Figo raised this new-style crimson weapon, aiming the muzzle at the army of minions.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Hiss! Hiss!

Two slender energy transmission tubes suddenly extended from the butt of this weapon, plunging directly into his chest.

"Fire!!!"

Following a fierce roar, nearly a hundred dragon-like crimson flames spewed from the muzzles, instantly forming a long wall of flame.

The oncoming legion minions crashed head-on into this wall of flame, instantly screaming with squeaks as they turned into charred corpses and plummeted toward the ground.

Using the Arbiters' own Mana as an energy source, passing through the numerous energy-saving, efficiency-boosting, explosive, and Mana-tide inscription arrays carved on the Flamethrower, this terrifying wall of