"Ratatatat!!!"
The muzzle spat flames furiously, sending countless purification bullets wreathed in faint golden light pouring toward Tiel, the Werewolf suspended in midair, like a torrential storm!
Even a Zombie's steel-hard skin could not withstand such intense, sustained gunfire striking the same spot, much less a mere Sequence 7 Werewolf!
"Aah! Aaaah-"
Amid pungent white smoke tinged with the aura of the Sun, Tiel's black-maned head was shaved away inch by inch by the dense barrage. Scalding flesh, blood, and brain matter splattered wildly in every direction.
Not only Lorne, but even Maric some distance away ended up with his face plastered in gore.
Once the smoke dispersed and the gunfire ceased, a huge, headless corpse crashed to its knees before them, utterly lifeless.
What-
Both Maric, who was suffering under the curse, and Steve, the Wraith who had not dared approach carelessly, froze for a moment at the sheer shock of the scene.
Even Sharron, who was grappling with Jason the Zombie, nearly lost her concentration at the commotion.
The sight was simply unbelievable! Conjuring an automatic weapon out of thin air and unleashing such terrifying firepower-even among the Machinery Hivemind, few could do anything like this!
Nice. I've wanted to do that for ages.
While his opponent was distracted, Lorne swiftly slapped in a fresh magazine, swung the muzzle around, and continued pouring bullets toward Steve the Wraith!
He needed to drive him farther away and weaken the effects of the Scarlet Lunar Corona!
"Ratatatatatat!!!"
Facing another torrent of bullets, Steve immediately assumed his Wraith form. Countless rounds passed through his illusory body and flew into the darkness beyond.
Even after being soaked in holy water, the bullets' faint purification power had little effect on Steve, a Sequence 5 Wraith. They were more of a psychological distraction, accompanied