Amid the sound of wind and rain, the faint cries of a baby drifted through the air.
The sound was thin and distant, fading in and out, as though it had risen from the bottom of a deep well, or been wrapped in the wind and dropped from the clouds. Amon's hand, gripping the socket of his right eye, paused slightly, and a smile curled at the corner of his lips.
"They're here..."
He murmured softly, his voice swallowed by the rain until even he could barely hear it.
His right hand slipped inside his clothes and retrieved an M1911 from the ultra-miniature Nibelungen he carried with him. The gun was heavy, with the distinct chill of metal.
Since He Xiaomeng from the previous world line had managed to buy a handgun through certain channels, it was only reasonable that He Xiaomeng from this world line had one too, right?
The Snake-form Dead Servant was still crawling forward, drawing closer and closer.
At a high-rise hotel in the distance, Wang Xu held up a pair of binoculars by the floor-to-ceiling window. Rain streamed down the glass in rivulets, slicing the world outside into countless fragments.
After watching for a while, he lowered the binoculars and turned to report, "Young Master, there's a Dead Servant—it's alive, not an alchemical Corpse Guardian."
At that point, he suddenly paused. Why had he specifically felt the need to clarify that it was a living Dead Servant rather than an alchemical Corpse Guardian?
He did not dwell on it and quickly put it out of his mind.
Chen Moxin sat in a wooden chair, lightly tapping the armrest with his index finger. "Bring me the sniper rifle."
"Yes."
Wang Xu turned, opened a black case, and took out the parts inside to begin assembling them.