CHAPTER 53: CHAPTER 6: CLOCKWORK NIRVANA - MIRROR DOMAIN_3

Shawn is still a novice in combat, his shooting skills have only slightly improved recently, and in the past, he barely even touched firearms. A McCarter Revolver holds six bullets, and the twelve bullets were quickly used up by him. Reloading is quite inconvenient, probably only western cowboys can play with this thing skillfully.

"I’m lacking powerful offensive methods."

Shawn directly tossed away the gun, now he is truly completely invisible.

He slightly moved the confusion, and soon captured Gemma’s figure. Just like Shawn’s state, she was also enveloped by a layer of invisible veil, but under Spiritual Vision, her back looked more like an evil old witch.

Gemma’s figure seemed quite composed, standing in a hidden corner like a patient hunter.

A minute later.

A hunched creature, somewhat resembling Gollum from the Magic Ring, crawled over. Its large eyes were filled with ruthlessness and madness, its bald skin pale, only sparse hair on its head, a mouth full of sharp fangs, and hands with slender, black claws. Its feet were very large, much larger than those of an ordinary adult.

It moved without making any sound, completely silent footsteps.

Shawn was just about to call out a warning.

Not far away, Gemma turned around, under Spiritual Vision her face looked even more terrifying than an old witch’s, with a long hooked nose nearly five centimeters long, her skin shriveled and dark purple, casting a ghostly shadow.

She raised her hand and pointed at the crawling creature, and in the next second, the creature’s eyelids started to tremble, and it unexpectedly fell asleep right in front of everyone, even letting out a slight snore.

Gemma leisurely pulled out a large handgun and squeezed the trigger at the creature’s head.

Boom!

The fractured skull, one shot to the head, the creature’s head exploded into pieces.

"So, I’m not the only one using firearms!" Shawn thought to himself.

After Gemma effortlessly shot the creature’s head off, she returned into the shadow, becoming invisible once more.

"Does she also lack powerful offensive spells?"

"Or is it to conserve magic power?"

Shawn could recognize the spell Gemma just used, a first-ring Sleep Skill, which could make the enemy fall asleep in an instant, a very practical control ability. However, attacking the enemy would immediately awaken them, better to solve with a headshot.

This type of spell is rather tricky to master, only bizarre creatures from the Dream Realm can drop Extraordinary Relics.

"One spell to solve one enemy."

"Powerful out-of-control ones use high-ring Malicious Transformation, ordinary monsters solvable with one sleep spell."

"Maintain invisible state normally, remain undiscovered by enemies."

"She is a seasoned wizard."

Shawn learned a lot.

The Wizard Path indeed doesn’t require fights to the death like other combat paths; sometimes one spell can resolve the battle, and the current wizard isn’t the only one using firearms.

Everyone uses them!

The master.

The times have changed.

"Right now, it’s crucial for me to accumulate more spells, my abilities are too survival-focused." Shawn felt he was learning quickly.

Just at this moment.

A tall figure leaped down from the rooftop.

"Are you guys okay?" Benjamin seemed to be slightly injured, his right leg oozing some blood. He staggeringly moved towards Shawn and the others, his face showing deep concern.

William promptly rushed up, with concern in his voice: "Captain, you’re injured?"

Daisy furrowed her brows, sniffed around, her expression showed a hint of suspicion.

The smell felt a bit off.

But the scent of blood overwhelmed it, she smelled something, but couldn’t be certain.

"No problem." Benjamin looked at William coming to his aid, his expression full of gratitude. At this moment, noises started to emerge from behind him, and more distorted hunchbacked humanoid figures crawled out from eaves and windows, all freakish creatures summoned by ritual distortion.

Although Shawn hadn’t joined the battle, he was constantly observing the situation on this small battlefield.

"Benjamin?"

Upon seeing Benjamin’s injured figure, Shawn originally intended to go support, but suddenly his brows furrowed, he slightly moved the confusion, and the next second, Benjamin’s figure started to overlap with a writhing humanoid shadow, under Spiritual Vision he looked like a blob of black clay.

"Benjamin has nothing unusual under Spiritual Vision!"

All this time, Shawn has roughly understood the capabilities of Spiritual Vision, the form one presents under Spiritual Vision seems largely related to their own pollution.

Generally speaking, those transcendents with serious pollution have more apparent weirdness under Spiritual Vision.

Benjamin managed his pollution very well, hence nothing abnormal under Spiritual Vision.

"He’s not Benjamin!"

Shawn’s figure instantly appeared, gripping the gun with both hands and pulling the trigger. Accompanied by rapid gunfire, bursts of blood blossoms splattered across Benjamin’s chest, he only stopped after firing all the bullets.

William instantly rolled to dodge.

A gleam passed before his eyes, with a clang, blocking the incoming blade. While rising, William quickly drew his gun to shoot, a bullet instantly hit Benjamin’s head.

Having fought once before, William deeply trusted Shawn’s intuition.

Almost at the moment Shawn’s gunfire sounded, he launched a counterattack, wielding a sword in one hand and a gun in the other. After exhausting all the bullets, he gripped the sword with both hands, and leapt to chop off Benjamin’s head.

Thunk.

Benjamin’s headless body fell, but what flowed from the neck wasn’t blood, rather a pool of filthy black mud.

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