The Gatling's barrels slowly stopped spinning. The last cartridge case flew from the ejection port and clattered to the ground, its sound especially piercing in the gray-white space.
Luo Fan casually returned the Gatling to his storage space. He did not move immediately, but raised his head to look at the dark-gold figure in midair.
The Winged Queen hovered high above, her dark-gold wings beating slowly. Through her white mask, her deep-blue eyes watched him coldly.
She neither moved again nor launched another attack. She merely looked down at him, as though inspecting a trapped beast.
The corners of Luo Fan's mouth lifted slightly.
The Gatling's failure did not mean every other approach would fail.
Many trump cards still lay in his storage space, and one of them happened to offer a solution to his immediate crisis.
He raised his hand, and the Weird Gun appeared in his palm.
Its pitch-black body gleamed with a cold, dim luster in the gray-white light.
The Winged Queen's gaze fell on the gun, and her brows furrowed slightly.
She recognized it. Earlier, this human had used it to reduce her speed. Three bullets had flown toward her, and she had brushed them aside.
That gun's attack power was likewise insufficient to threaten her.
Luo Fan did not fire.
He tightened his grip, closed his eyes, and sank his awareness deep into the Weird Gun.
When this gun had advanced to the fourth tier, besides improvements to its range and power, it had gained an additional ability-Energy Storage.
It could store one extra use of the Mimicry skill.
With a slight shift of his thoughts.
Energy Storage released, and Mimicry activated.
Luo Fan's figure began to distort and change. He grew taller, his shoulders broadened, and a black-and-gold robe condensed from the void, covering