Chapter 342: CCCXLII. Foresee the Future
The castle was situated on a mountain platform at Heaven Port, which was already at a high altitude with confluent winds, causing the open square’s strong winds to stir ripples on the pool’s surface. And suddenly, the gunfire disrupted the rhythm of those ripples, turning them chaotic.
The sound of the gun ceased.
Morison furrowed his brows; he had missed his shot because Saleret had stood still, as if knowing Morison would shoot to the side.
The two were separated by the pool, its surface shimmering with golden light.
"This is your last warning."
Saleret’s blood-red Ghost Eye emitted a terrifying blood light even in the daytime.
"You really know how to act..."
Morison glanced towards Heaven Port. The scenery here was exceptionally beautiful with the widest view; the scorching sun allowed him to see the edges of the city, which had completely turned into a slaughter field, starkly red, filled with crowds roaring and howling. Even though it was faint, when there were thousands, or even tens of thousands, it echoed like the sound of Hell in the vast mountains, rolling even here, chilling to the core.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The double-barreled shotgun in Morison’s hands opened and closed like nunchucks, continuously loading and firing, chaotically shooting in his extremely flashy handling, pushing the weapon to its functional limits.
Dozens of deer bullet trajectories caused chaotic damage.