The enormous figure of the Gray Green Giant floated in mid-air, gripping the snatched double-headed greatsword, its head slightly lowered, the edges of its hollow eye sockets slightly melted, locking onto the Red Spider sprawled on an Ikea sofa three kilometers away.
As the pre-aim lock continued, the intricate patterns surrounding the [Miraculous Grace] sniper rifle disassembled and extended on their own, spreading in four directions like butterfly wings.
Feeling the intense threat coming from that direction, the Gray Green Giant suddenly thrust its head forward, two violent, red-hot beams shooting from its eye sockets.
The Red Spider didn't move. On one hand, he couldn't move freely while locking on; on the other, he trusted those temporary teammates.
Swoosh——
The White Horse Tombstone, whose arms had been crushed and were spurting blood, kicked away the stone coffin,
