Miss Gourd felt a little embarrassed at Bad Old Turtle's mockery.
After swaying around for a while, she consoled herself: [It doesn't matter that my avatar died. At least Mr. Zhang's grave was protected. So what if I died! It's fine!]
Bad Old Turtle said nastily, "How do you know that monster won't come back to dig up the grave? I, Stone Mama, am badly injured and can't help, anyway. Figure something out yourself."
Gourd was anxious, because the night had only just begun, and the chances of more villains appearing were indeed high: [I'll make another incarnation. Let's see whether they can beat technological weapons!]
[I forgot to use the Rune Machine Gun just now. When it appears, I'll open fire immediately... I... I'm going to get revenge!]
Half an hour later, Gourd Girl had put together another girl. Tall and dashing in a military uniform, she had short hair and carried a rifle and a bomb.
She declared confidently, "This personality of mine is stronger than the Sailor Personality from earlier."
"This High-Explosive Bomb is linked to my pulse. The moment my heart stops, it'll explode. Let's see if any monsters still dare disturb Mr. Zhang's grave!"
These weapons were simple and brutal, designed around oxidation-reduction reactions. They could still be used even in a world with severe idealistic interference.
The greatest fear in the world was the fear of insufficient firepower.
Thanks to Old Zhang's underhanded teleportation ability, several large warehouses were piled full of all sorts of bizarre weapons. There were even hundreds of nuclear bombs!
Naturally, Gourd could use these weapons too.
Of course, using a nuclear bomb here would blow up Old Zhang in his grave as well, so it wasn't suitable.
Little White was stunned by the dashing young woman in uniform, its