My Wife is a Dead Villainess, and I'm Her Living Weapon

"Eh? But my lord, I..."

Before Silas could finish his words, Elian stomped on the ground and braced his core. The massive weapons on his shoulders opened up. Silas, who saw the stance, frantically raised his shield to defend himself.

"Blockbuster."

For the third time today, Elian unleashed a hailstorm of rounds. Like baseball-sized meteors, they all flew and smashed against Silas’ defenses. The loud clangs and detonations were deafening, yet no one could look away.

When the salvo finally ended, Elian closed Blockbuster and looked at his opponent. Unlike before, his armor and shield didn’t have a single dent. Silas lowered his shield and exclaimed excitedly!

"My lord! This armor is even better than what I had before. From its stat boost to the way it hugs my body, this gear is beyond exceptional!"

But the Tyrant hardly replied to his opponent. Instead, he turned to his lover and announced for all to hear, "Darling. Please shoot him." If that was not enough, he also turned to the Flame Swallows perched on one of the low buildings.

"Burny. Take a hundred Swallows. And go."

"Wait! My lord! That is a bit too much!"

Ignoring Silas’ complaints, The Flame Swallow raised his wing and saluted, "Understood, my Tyrant!"

Thus, while the world grew confused, the Weapons moved. Bianca took out her beloved sniper rifle and spun it like a majorette. A picturesque scene of flaming swallows diving.