No! No, no, no!!!
Seeing the ominous black muzzle aimed at himself, and not far from the cold muzzle, Leon's eyes were ten times colder than the muzzle itself, the remaining two bodies of the Six-faced Elephant Deer couldn't help but burn entirely, trying to snatch the last line of hope for themselves.
However, the quality of the firearm in Leon's hand was far too high. The "substrate" used in its forging was a bloody execution targeting forty True Gods, followed by using up more than half of the members of the Slaughter King Association, and the vast stockpile of materials accumulated by the Bureau over many years.
Once an anomaly of this level unfolds, it is equivalent to falling into the truth of the Column God, leaving no room for struggle at all. Even the Six-faced Elephant Deer, standing at the pinnacle of the Realm of the Dead, cannot escape from the shackles.
"Food God!!!"
