In the blink of an eye, the Ember Gun devoured sixteen warhorses, yet it still couldn't stop the advancing momentum of the golden chariot.
"Come on... come on—! You bastard!" Andrew suddenly cracked a smile, advancing rather than retreating.
He sprinted wildly in the rain, charging towards the chariot as if welcoming his own death, pulling the trigger and firing bullets from the muzzle.
But no matter what, he couldn't halt the chariot's surge forward.
Soon, the wheels roared closer! The massive golden chariot was about to crash head-on into the approaching Andrew, ready to crush this cowboy into a pulp.
Yet Andrew showed no fear, like a madman, roaring as he rushed towards the chariot, the rain unabatedly hitting his face, soaking his cheeks, while the sniper rifle's muzzle continuously fired beam-like bullets.
But at this moment, a gray crow suddenly descended from the sky, transforming into a scattering of crow feathers.
