However, Gu Mo didn't look back; he merely shook his head gently and waved his hand lightly... The people nearby suddenly realized and quickly retreated with their rifles. Moments later, accompanied by a dull sound, several sturdy men in black suits forcefully pushed a French-made 1897 75mm cannon onto the stage.
——commonly known as the Italian artillery.
They swiftly adjusted the cannon's barrel, aiming at Yato on the distant building, and waited seriously for the host's command.
"...!!"
Even though Yato was indifferent to life and death and disheartened, at this moment, being aimed at from a distance by that dark cannon barrel, he couldn't help but feel a cold sense of fear from within, even though it was merely a product of human technology from over a century ago, not even on the same existential plane.
Logically, he shouldn't care about these things at all, but at this moment, there was an intuition that if this cannon fired, he would definitely die...
