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  "Ah? No, no, I just assumed this is called one, it does resemble this..."

  He pulled an elongated object with around a meter and a half in length from a sack bag he had strapped on his back. It was a well-polished wooden stick with a seemingly protruding metallic rod on one end, but along the smooth wooden handle was a trigger.

  'M1 carbine?' He seemingly remembered something like this in one of the gun books showing the guns from previous ages the history of earth, and it heavily resembles the one the Dwarves was currently holding. 'But one thing seems different. The barrel does not have a hole in it! Looking at it close, Feihren noticed that there was no magazine either. It's just a plain wooden plank with a metal rod and a trigger on it.

  "If it wouldn't bother you Sir Sherwin, how does this thing work? Could you show me?"

  Feihren was now definitely curious as to how a "gun" without a barrel would work.

  "Ah, I don't mind, but I am curious as well. Was I right to call your weapon a gun as well?"

  Feihren nodded.

  "Hmm, then I don't mind, let us test both of them out. It does look different so I am curious as well"

  Feihren nodded in agreement as he was eagerly looking forward to this.

  They had to move to the open fields to prevent disturbing those who were already sleeping in the village.

  Old Mendi and Feihren then prepared to fire.

  Sherwin started in a similar posture as anyone who was preparing to shoot a gun. As he squeezed the trigger, a faint light started to gather around the entire metal rod, and in the next instant the light condensed at the tip and…

  *Phew* *Bang*

  'It was strong enough to topple a thick tree?' Feihren shocked, he went ahead and inspected the tree, only a minuscule amount of burnt parts were seen, but the entire tree toppled down as if it had been hit by a blunt force!

  "Guns were created by our brothers in the Jejuron continent, and they have passed the idea amongst our race. I've heard that they have created some improvements recently, but I haven't witnessed it yet. The purpose of the weapon was to draw out and condense magic and to deliver it at a specific location, depending on where we are aiming at. As you have known, the world's mana pool is still highly unstable, thus we can't cast these spells on our own, so we require things that would act as conductors."

  "So, can you show me how that gun of yours works?" Sherwin added as he smiled eagerly while looking at the beautiful gun in his hands.

  'Eh, so its' power is dependent on the user huh? And it looks like Old Mendi is a strong one'. Feihren smiled.

  The killing potential of the Dionysus AK-9 he was using was indeed top notch, but is definitely not for show.

  Feihren sighed as he prepared to shoot, right eye on the scope, closing his other…

  "Eh, knights?"

  Within the scope, he saw a group of cavalry knights seemingly rushing towards the village, killing intent was apparent with how they seemed to move forward in haste.

  'Well, it seems like that brat Louie does have a bad temper. But kudos to him for sending me free targets. I don't have to worry about how to show off my gun anymore'

  A grin appeared on Feihren's face.

  Chapter 11: Arrow to the Knee

  "What was that explosion?"

  "Ah! Dwarves, and someone else."

  "Huh? Where?"

  "That direction" Proceeds to point in a certain direction.

  "Damn it, Francis! I'm a Guardian Knight, not a scout! I can't see jacksh*t!"

  "Owh." With an innocent expression, he kept silent.

  A party of 11 people kept hidden within the woods outside the eastern gates of Wolfenstein. They were the reconnaissance group from the Ranustin Kingdom of the Shodan Continent!

  Claire, Dennis, and Matthew, who were part of the unlucky party that was discovered as Feihren arrived in this world, were also in this group as they were sent to gather information once more.

  Back when they were escaping from the cavalry, it hadn't even been a day into their journey home when they met a 10-man party. Luckily, they were a backup team sent by their kingdom in advance to assist them on their return, as opposed to more knights.

  They successfully transmitted to the higher-ups in their kingdom that they had gathered 'important information', but as for the details, it could only be said in person. The magic item they used to transmit the message was not infallible. It could only contain a small amount of data, and is highly susceptible to magic interference. So they decided to return quickly.

  However, the party they met on their way back had a second priority for coming. After receiving a magically transmitted command, they decided to let 2 of their rangers return and relay the 'important information'. The three people who were planning to return would just be slowing down the arrival of the information. Only one of them had the ability to return quickly, but even so, the three of them were not necessarily good at relaying information. This was a party made up of muscle-headed people!

  Now their new mission was to scout the eastern area of the enemy and confirm the existence of a newly opened path in the mountain ranges where the old dwarven tunnels were.

  ...

  "Should we just stay here and observe then?"

  "If the Dwarves are residents of this area, wouldn't it be a bother later on to just leave them be? After all, he does not seem weak, and that magic weapon he seems to possess…"

  "Do you think it would be better to just, kill them?"

  Everyone nodded in agreement.

  ...

  "They seem to be charging head-on eh?"

  "Isn't this even better old chief? Perhaps now I can show you what my gun can do."

  "Eh, suit yourself kid, but if it gets tough don't come crying to me" Old Mendi jokingly replied as he heartily laughed.

  "Crying? Hahaha you're gonna make me laugh so hard I'll cry old man"

  Old Mendi walked a few steps back, and sat cross-legged. He looked as calm as ever while observing attentively.

  The faint neon-purple outline in Feihren's armor began shining brighter, emitting a fierce aura, as he aimed his AK-9 again in his most comfortable shooting position.

  The enemies weren't very far away now, only around a hundred meters.

  "8 of them huh," Feihren confirmed the number of enemies.

  *Trkk! *Trkk! *Trkk!

  He fired a couple rounds, both of them landing on an enemy. Feihren was not overconfident, and thus he made sure to fire twice on a single enemy. However, he seems to have been correct to do so as it took both bullets for the soldiers to stumble and fall, but no more than that.

  "It seems that 2 rounds are enough. I'd better not waste anymore."

  *Trkk!

  *Trkk!

  *Trkk!

  1 enemy… 2 enemies… 5 enemies…

  Within a span of seconds more than half of the enemy had already fallen. Old Mendi seemed ecstatic in witnessing this elegant slaughtering weapon on display before him. "Good work young lad!" He nodded with satisfaction.

  The remaining enemies halted their charge, but only 3 of them remained. Their faces showed a hint of shock at what suddenly unfolded.

  All they saw were a few flashes on the horizon followed by an unusual noise before their comrades suddenly fell! What is happening?!

  Their plan was just to charge and outnumber the opponents, but it seems they are not so weak as to be taken out that easily. Instead they were ridiculously strong, to the point that they could kill 5 people within mere seconds!

  But their faces turned devious as devilish grins appeared. The reason they only had 8 people charge was to mount a sneak attack on that old dwarf and take his magic weapon! But now, their target suddenly changed…

  *Thwish! Thwish! Thwish!

  Consecutive arrows were directed towards Feihren.

  *Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!

  Bullseye! Every single one of them landed on his body. All of the attacks were directly aimed at the places that were not covered in armor so as
to guarantee the effectiveness, failing to activate the reactive armor bonus. But in the next moment, they could only stare in mute shock.

  Feihren casually pulled the arrows from his chest, leg, and knee as if nothing happened!

  'System Log: Rare-grade arrows landed, Pallas Skin ineffective'

  'HP: 9,000 (-30)'

  'HP: 8970 (200 reg/min)'

  'HP: 9,000'

  '10 damage per arrow? It's so… weak?'

  Feihren tossed the arrows aside as he casually stared with the dumbfounded enemies before him.

  'The archery in this world is simply pitiful'

  That thought appeared in Feihren's head as the AK-9 in his hands disappeared. The enemy exhaled a breath of relief

  But the next instant, a crossbow with deep red color appeared in his hands. Aiming at the direction from which the arrows came…

  *Thwish!

  The next moment, a loud thud could be heard from that direction. It was ranger Dennis! The one who shot those beautifully placed arrows died from a taste of his own medicine. Rangers don't wear helmets, as it would obstruct their senses, but at the same time it made them very vulnerable to being shot in the head.

  "I guess that worked? Arrows are easier to produce than bullets. I don't need to waste my precious rounds on these kinds of people."

  Claire and Matthew, who were planning to mount a two-pronged ambush, stopped. They were unable to believe that one of their closest comrades died just like that, they were in a state of shock.

  Feihren slowly walked towards the three knights that remained, who were still dumbfounded. But Feihren noticed something, the insignia on their armor plates doesn't seem to belong to the Wolfenstein Kingdom as he assumed!

  "Who are you guys? Where do you come from and what are you doing here in the Wolfenstein kingdom?"

  "Answer honestly or else…" Switching the crossbow to the AK-9 again, a surge of killing intent crashed down upon the area in such a manner that the knights found it suffocating to even retort to this man.

  "We're from the Ranustin kingdom in the Shodan Cont…" The head of the knights hadn't finished speaking yet when a loud commotion was heard from a distance. It was from the direction of Coboro village! Black smoke can be seen rising from the village.

  Feihren had an ominous feeling about this…

  Chapter 12: The Stealth God and A Destructive Titan

  [Prometheus Cuff Chains] (Legendary-grade item)

  "Support armament class" "Restriction-type"

  "Effects: Applies "Bind" to target"

  "Bind: Restricts movement (Perfect restriction)"

  "Duration: 1 hour"

  ...

  Leaving the 5 people from the Ranustin Kingdom in a restriction-type spell, Feihren and Old Mendi hurriedly rushed back to the village. Panic was evident from the village chief as he was wondering what might have happened. Within minutes they arrived, and a bloody scene met their eyes.

  Intruders wearing a myriad of clothes were darting left and right, attacking the villagers, burning houses, and causing destruction with different types of magic equipment. The Dwarves were not as weak as these bandits had thought. Some bitterly fought back using dwarven technology and small-scale magic spells while others were physically gifted and clashed swords with the intruders.

  The ground was painted with the blood of both the intruders and dwarves. Within this village taken over by battle was a bitter figure trying to protect a group of weak, elderly dwarves and children. It was Marvin.

  Without a single thought, Old Mendi rushed fourth and fought side by side with his son. Marvin forced a joyous smile even though it was obvious he was exhausted. He was happy to fight with his old man, but was still bitter because of how this suddenly happened.

  Marvin felt it was quite obvious who planned all this. All of this destruction was simply petty revenge for what happened in the king's hall back then. How childish can a king be! Feihren had arrived at the same conclusion, but shoot first, ask questions later would be his policy in this situation.

  'Battlefield Scan Activate'

  Around 80 enemies in total. Only around 30 dwarves left capable of fighting. The dwarves were heavily outnumbered. Well in that case…

  'General's Aura Activate'

  Feihren summoned his custom-grade AKM. This was his favorite weapon of choice, and the only custom-grade weapon he has with perfect durability, so it doesn't matter how much he uses it, aside from the bullet consumption.

  *Phsck! Phsck! Phsck!

  Loud crackling noises resounded through the village.

  Heads popped off or were pierced through one after another.

  The louder and more frequent the noise got, the quieter the village became…

  The villagers stared at how Feihren started picking off the intruders at a rate none would dare believe with another weird looking wand.

  Having the fancy looking AK-9 does not suit this kind battlefield. Only raw skill and iron sights were needed in this kind of situation. The AKM he had was best-suited for this.

  ...

  The intruders were slowly getting pushed back as the dwarves gained confidence and started charging forth themselves. 'It's time…'

  'Ultimate skill: Battle Cry'

  A resonant noise echoed throughout the city from an unknown source. The intruders were startled as they felt that this 'battle' is now starting to be 'unwinnable' as they decided to start fleeing instead. But it was too late.

  The dwarves started feeling the injuries they had sustained earlier were slowly dissipating. After that resonant sound, they felt as if they were strong enough to take these bastards who attacked their peaceful village down. They were not wrong. They started charging forward, and one by one the enemy's numbers started declining once more.

  ...

  A little blip of red could be seen on Feihren's 'Battlefield Scan'.

  As he glanced at the location of the red dot, he was taken aback.

  Old Mendi had an expression full of disbelief on his face as he stared at the dagger that was stabbed through his chest by the assassin that suddenly appeared in front of him.

  He knelt down, and as he was trying to stop the bleeding, the assassin disappeared from his sight. Feihren and Marvin rushed towards the village chief.

  Unlike Marvin's panicked face, Feihren calmly knelt and grabbed something [1] within his inventory.

  A tiny core the size of a billiard ball appeared and he gently placed it in the hands of the village chief.

  'Athena's gift (Consumable): Grants user +100 HP regeneration for 24 hrs. (Does not stack) '

  "This will help him not lose too much blood. Go! Take your father and seek medical help. As for the village, I'll take care of it."

  ...

  'Equip>>>Ancient Ares Stealth Sniper Armor'

  It is hard to fight with things that you don't have a proper grasp of. As such, it was proper for Feihren to do the same. Fight fire with fire.

  ...

  [Ancient Ares Stealth Sniper Armor] (Deity-grade)

  "Description: None can hide from the sights of Ares"

  "Effect: Grants bonus damage when Equipping 'Sniper Rifles'"

  "Effect: Grants 'Body of Ares': 2-second perfect invulnerability (Cooldown: 30 min.)"

  "Effect: Grants user 'Helm of Deity Seer' (Grants True Sight)"

  ...

  Pitch-black clothing with grey patches sewn on the chest, leg, and shoulder areas detailed with a marble white outline on the seams of the back. Deep-green straps tightly bound the belt, bracers, and legs. A strong mysterious aura covered Feihren as he started scanning the village for assassins hiding amongst them.

  Being in a medium range area such as a village, Feihren did not dare equip his deity-grade sniper. Instead, he used his AK-9 as a substitute. Although he would not benefit from the bonus damage, he only wanted one thing from the armor itself.

  'Helm of Deity Seer'

  Around 3 assassins were in the village, including the one who stabbed the
village chief. Crackling sounds followed as those assassins fell without them even knowing how they were killed.

  Damnable cries resounded throughout the village as the intruders, around 20 people, started retreating hastily towards the west. The dwarves started chasing, but with their short stature their running speed was never the best. They had to give up and recover from their wounds while helping the others who are badly injured or wounded. As for their fallen comrades, all they can do is pay them tribute and respect. They had avenged them to the bitter end.