Unfortunately, his companions' screams and roars could not change the purple man's fate. Even a practitioner of the Undead path would have struggled to survive a point-blank shot to the head from Ring of Light, much less the purple man, whose rank was hardly high.
The instant fragments of the purple man's head burst outward with the muzzle flash, Mulan drove a vicious kick into the corpse's abdomen.
Whoosh!
The corpse flew like a cannonball toward the approaching Twilight Brigade members, trailing bloody foam, while Mulan used the recoil from his kick to leap swiftly away.
Thump!
The crimson man caught the corpse head-on. The impact knocked him onto a rooftop, and the others nearby quickly gathered around him.
"Purple!"
The crimson man's eyes reddened as he turned toward the direction Mulan had leaped and roared.
"He's badly wounded! Kill him!"
Ratatatatatat!
A hail of bullets swept toward them, forcing the crimson man to dodge rapidly with the corpse in his arms. Even so, quite a few bullets struck him, and his attempts to protect the body left him looking decidedly disheveled.
Machine guns at several firing positions all swept the area, while the squads fired their rifles in the same direction. The Twilight Brigade members scattered, leaping away.
"These bastards are too damn annoying!"
"Take out those machine guns first!"
The Twilight Brigade members finally recognized the threat posed by the Sorens Guard Corps. They immediately dispatched people to deal with the firing positions, while several others continued pursuing Mulan by every means they could.
One Twilight Brigade member approached a firing position like a phantom. The soldiers there had just finished loading an ammunition belt and immediately swung the muzzle around to fire at him.
Ratatatat!
But a cloud of mist swept past, and several soldiers suddenly screamed.