Turning his head to look, Kyoukari also showed the same expression.

A confident smile returned to his face again.

The news of the defeat of the Third of the Strings spread throughout the entire Ghost Slayer team a few days later.

Unprecedented victory, and no teammates died, all the ghost killer team members fell into joy.

But in this atmosphere, Ralph came to the pier alone.

He didn't alarm anyone. Although this matter had nothing to do with him, the familiar history still flashed in his mind.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped onto the ferry across the sea.

In his hand is the ticket to the big country on the other side of the sea.

ps: The Blade of Ghost Slayer is temporarily over, and a new journey is about to begin. My feelings for Yiwozu are very complicated. I believe that anyone who has read the original book is similar. Teacher Crocodile's emotional description is really in place.

The next volume is a pitch-black bullet, so why hasn't this book been signed yet?The first two books went well. Could it be that I misselected the category before?

[54.Chapter 1 雷尔夫:mmp]

In a movie, the protagonist once said something like this.

"Armored vehicles, tanks, if dozens of enemy special forces can sneak in under such circumstances, and I happen to be in the center of the enemy's encirclement, then there is only one possibility. You have led your subordinates to treason together. For the traitors, We usually greet eighteen generations of their ancestors."

Ralph has this idea now.

After a dizzying teleportation, dozens of horas stared straight at you, how would you react?

Ralph just wants to say mmp now.

"Zaruba, you want to wait for me to die, right?"

With a backhand sword, Hora and Hora were split in half, and Ralph roared at Zaruba.

[Uh, I'm sorry, I didn't expect there would be so many Horas around the space-time crack. 】

To be honest, Zaruba is really embarrassed now. The location of his teleportation is based on the time-space cracks in each world.

But what he didn't expect was that this time the teleportation directly teleported Ralph to Hora's lair. Judging by his behavior, Zaruba was simply the kind of betrayal.

"I'll settle the account with you later!"

After saying a word silently, Ralph's sword raised a stream of flames, his body moved, and he slashed back.

The dozen or so Horas surrounding him instantly turned into nothingness, but this was not worth mentioning at all for the huge number.

There were more than [-] Horas that Ralph saw, such a huge number that even the summoning armor could not be solved in a short time.

"There's no end to this."

Thinking of this, Ralph jumped to a stone pillar in the lair before Hora jumped up, which was the highest peak of the lair.

There, you can clearly observe all the surrounding landforms.

With just a few knives, Hora fell from the sky.

Ralph came to the stone pillar.

Looking at Hora who was rushing towards him, he made an unexpected move.

The Fang Langjian was scabbard by him, and then, a huge steel beast appeared out of thin air in his hands.

The fuselage more than one meter long shone with silver metallic light, and six icy gun barrels were waiting for the opportunity.

Gorgeous magical patterns spread all over the fuselage, making this steel beast even more magical.

Gatlin, the murderous commander who has a strong ink color in the entire history of hot weapons, will naturally not be missed by the Lord of the Rings mages who favor hot weapons.

Even as early as the Middle Ages, some Lord of the Rings mages made similar weapons with magical silk threads.

Ralph's hands are naturally from the future.

The performance is the pinnacle.

Ordinary Hora has no resistance against this sharp weapon.

Originally, Ralph wanted to save bullets, but now it seems that it is time to use it.

In the new world, it is also necessary to conserve physical strength, and no one knows what troublesome things will be encountered by themselves.

Just like that, Ralph flipped the switch.

The 7.62mm caliber bullet enchanted by the Lord of the Rings burst out from the six barrels at three thousand revolutions per minute.

The rate of fire reached six thousand rounds per minute.

Almost as soon as the switch was pulled, the pouring barrage completely covered the area in front of Ralph.

Moreover, the moment each bullet hits the target, the spells set in it will come into play. Without exception, they are all explosion-like spells.

The power of each bullet burst is equivalent to an ordinary grenade, not to mention the power of the bullet itself at this amazing rate of fire.

There was no suspense at all. Under the fierce firepower, ordinary Hora's body burst like a balloon filled with water, and the black blood turned into water vapor and filled the entire space.

Dozens of horas turned into blood in an instant, and this number continued to expand. In just a few seconds, the number of horas dropped sharply to one-fifth.

Thanks to the open environment of the lair, Ralph could shoot without hindrance, and Hora couldn't even dodge.

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