Barbarian Niderland (3)

Just then, bang, bang, bang! Three shots rang out. A hundred meters behind, the high-ranking Knight sprang five or six meters into the air mid-sprint. Magic Runes flashed across the long-barreled Enchanted Rifle in his hands as he fired down from above.

The powerful Enchanted Bullets fired from his rifle could shatter the defensive shield of a mage at the same rank. A single shot could even blow apart the skull of a Mammoth weighing several tons!

The three bullets formed a triangle. One aimed at the Barbarian's back, while the other two blocked his escape routes.

No matter which way Niderland dodged, an Enchanted Bullet would hit him.

Had he been uninjured, Niderland, a Totem Warrior, would not have feared a Gun Knight. He could have charged straight back, blocked the shots with his greatsword, and, once within ten meters, found a hundred ways to make a Gun Knight of the same rank regret the fight. But he did not dare do that now. The enemy had numbers on their side, and he was badly hurt. The Bone Spear had been little thicker than a finger, but the Death Psychic Energy within it was still eating away at his body.

Niderland bitterly regretted taking it upon himself to assassinate the enemy commander. He had put too much faith in his own strength, believing he could kill any Transcendent who was not Legendary. Instead, his first move in this Void World had ended in disaster.

Niderland gritted his teeth. No! I have to pull myself together. I can't die here! Aunt Glanting and Little Eric are waiting for me. Little Varus, Jenniel... The children of the tribe can't lose me!

The Barbarian let out a low growl, and his muscles swelled. The phantom of a Brown Bear appeared around him