This revolver was no ordinary weapon.
There was a reason for its destructive power, and, according to Paymax, it was simple—the revolver had been created using the corpse and soul of a supernatural being belonging to the Path of Fortitude.
Given the weapon’s power, the creature might have even risen above the First Step...
But power always cos with a price.
And because of one unpleasant side effect, Mr. Nobody hadn’t used more than two rounds at once for a very long ti.
But be that as it may...
*BOOOOMM!!!* The third shot rang out, far beyond anything imaginable. It felt almost indistinguishable from a tank shot.
The bones in his right hand compressed under the recoil, barely maintaining their shape.
It felt like thunder or an earthquake had struck the desert... And yet it was only a gunshot.
"..." A piercing ringing sounded in his head, like the ringing after a concussion.
’This is not the ti for that. Move!’ he commanded his own body.
Perhaps this was already a side effect of excessive revolver use.
But be that as it may, he began to act without wasting a second.
The rear of the car now had a massive hole blasted through it. Terrifying destruction.
"..." With a quick movent, he left his cover and found himself right in front of the open rear door.
The shots did not rain down on him, because...
"Kh... Khrr... khah..." The Dirty Baal, hit by the revolver round, writhed in agony.
His companion, anwhile, watched the mutilated figure with an expression of utter shock and horror. Perhaps the effects of a concussion were also at play, but the second guard could barely hold his weapon.
Anyone would have reacted the sa way. It was truly shocking.
The first Dirty Baal had lost his right collarbone, shoulder, part of his neck, and the right side of his face. In their place was now only a mass of oozing red flesh with pieces of broken bone.
"Kh... kha..." Dirty Baal made painful, groaning sounds and looked toward the door he himself had opened.
His eyes were filled with horror and fear.
It was as if he had only now realized that he had let the true devil inside with his own hands.
A true predator who would not stop until he had finished off his prey.
"..." Mr. Nobody saw the consequences of the shot with his own eyes.
With such injuries, Dirty Baal was already a goner. But despite this, he was still standing and holding a weapon in one hand.
Perhaps it was his last dying effort, but the terrifying weapon began to aim directly at...
’Danger!’ his mind scread.
"...!" Heat flooded his body, and he jumped into the car.
"AAAAAGHAA!!!" The second Dirty Baal, standing in the back of the car, let out an inhuman scream and also aid his rifle at him.
He wasn’t hurt, but caught in the mont, he didn’t aim as quickly as he could have.
"..." Mr. Nobody was already right in front of the first Dirty Baal and swung his tal fist.
*Thud!* The fist hit the wounded man’s elbow and caused him to drop his weapon.
"Kh-h..." Along with the gurgling blood in Dirty Baal’s eyes, despair and a premonition of his own death flashed through his mind. He could no longer find the strength and fell straight into the hands of his enemy.
"..." Mr. Nobody, in turn, did not flinch and strangely used the blood-soaked body as cover.
The corpse shielded most of his body. At that mont, with a quick movent, he reduced the power of the revolver to 30-40 percent and aid the barrel directly at the corpse’s stomach.
*Bang!*
*Boom!*
Two shots rang out simultaneously.
"Aaagh...!" A mont later, the second guard cried out in pain. The fourth shot from the revolver tore through the stomach of his half-dead comrade and hit him in the thigh.
However, his own shot was far more terrifying.
For the first ti, he saw the power of this rifle in action.
"..." And although Mr. Nobody took cover behind the body of the first Dirty Baal, it did not completely protect him.
A painful electric shock ran through his left arm. The upper layers of skin sloughed off his left arm, like grains of ash or dust scattered by the wind.
And although the limb survived, the pain was piercing and agonizing, like so elaborate form of torture. In addition, echoes of the electric pulse from the shot spread throughout his body.
Heat, pain, and... rage. These feelings completely overwheld him, becoming twice as strong as they had been since the third shot.
"..." At the sa ti, the first Dirty Baal, who took the full force of his comrade’s shot with his body... His fate was terrible.
In a matter of monts, his body underwent a process of complete annihilation. First, his skin, hair, and nails simply turned into bloody dust, exposing the internal structure of his body. Next ca the muscles, tendons, and organs — they too turned into bloody particles.
The last to go were the brain and the skeleton. The bones turned into white powder, and the brain turned into a grotesque puddle.
In a single instant, all that remained of the living being was red and white dust mixed with brain sli.
The first guard’s body had completely evaporated. Mr. Nobody was left alone with the last Dirty Baal.
Only a couple of ters separated them.
They stood face to face.
"..." He looked at him.
"..." The Dirty Baal looked back.
Only a brief mont — when Dirty Baal cast a desperate glance at his comrade’s remains — prevented the second rifle shot from hitting him.
Mr. Nobody did not make the sa mistake and jumped straight at his enemy.
*Clang!* A tal fist struck the rifle from below.
*Boom!* The rifle, which had recently been aid at the man, discharged into the roof of the car.
Without wasting any ti, Mr. Nobody swung his other arm at the guard’s wounded thigh, but...
"***!!!" Dirty Baal scread wildly, overco with rage and pain.
He caught the man’s arm in midair and squeezed it viciously. Blood seeped through the skin that had already been stripped of its upper layers.
"...!!!"
The terrible pain in his arm made Mr. Nobody’s jaw clench, almost biting his tongue.
The electric shock from the rifle shot was still affecting him, and in a mont of weakness due to the pain, his legs buckled.
Without wasting any ti, Dirty Baal took advantage of this and forced him onto his back.
With one hand, he still pressed down on Mr. Nobody’s wounded arm, while with the other, he reached for his belt.
A mont later, he pulled out a terrifying knife resembling a machete.
"GHAAAA!!!" Dirty Baal shouted angrily, like a wild animal.
He swung and aid the knife straight at the man’s face!
*Clang!* The tal arm intercepted the sharp blade when it was only a few dozen centiters from his eye.
The knife almost plunged into his face, but the steel arm held back the pressure.
"...!"
"...!"
It was a clash of fortitudes.
Their heavy breathing, faces filled with rage, and eyes filled with hatred were facing each other.
One burned with a thirst for revenge for his slain comrades, and so his limbs were filled with furious strength, and the other...
And the other...
And the other...
And the other...?
Was there a reason why his fortitude was ?
Was there a reason for his fury?
Was his fury stronger?
Was his will to live... the strongest?
"P-Paym... m-max..." he croaked through clenched teeth, staring into Dirty Baal’s furious face.
The answer ca imdiately.
"I’m taking over the protective functions," Paymax said chanically.
A mont after this phrase, the strength in his tal arm completely disappeared!
"Aaaa!" Dirty Baal shouted, putting all his strength into one last lunge. His opponent had let his guard down, and now the knife was about to pierce his eye...
*Clangg!* Another collision between the tal arm and the knife, but this ti it happened a couple of centiters from the eye.
And this ti, only one finger of the tal hand managed to stop the blade.
"..." Shock flashed in Dirty Baal’s eyes. It seed to him that he had tried to push the knife through an indestructible tal wall.
And this confusion played a cruel joke on him.
*Clang...* The tal arm allowed the knife to slide across its surface. The sharp tip only grazed and cut the skin of the hand.
Blood spilled, but...
Determination, rage, thirst for revenge, montum, and the force of the blow... All of this was stuck to the tal floor of the SUV. A fatal mistake.
Mr. Nobody, in turn, rolled over and moved away from his opponent.
Dirty Baal’s hand was still clenching the stuck knife when...
*Crunch!* The tal fist struck the opponent right in the head.
It seed the blow must have concussed him, because Dirty Baal simply collapsed to the floor, just like...
*Crunch!* There was a crunching blow.
It seed that so bone in Dirty Baal’s head had broken, but...
*Crunch!*
The tal fist struck again.
*Crunch!*
Again...
*Crunch!*
And again.
*Crunch!*
The tal fist relentlessly beat the fallen Dirty Baal, turning his face into a bloody pulp.
"...!!!" Mr. Nobody’s eyes filled with red rage, and his ears were still ringing.
*Crunch!*
The side effect of the fourth shot from the revolver was fully manifested. He destroyed his defenseless opponent like a true barbarian.
*Crunch!*
He didn’t even hear the crunching sound of his own blows.
*Crunch!*
Without a word, he turned his opponent’s head into sothing like a waterlon smashed open.
With his right hand alone.
*Crunch!!!*
...
"..." Caught up in the process of killing, Mr. Nobody didn’t even notice that all this ti he was being watched by the piercing blue eyes watching him from inside the car.
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