He stood atop the Eight Immortals table, a cruel smile on his face, reached toward his waist, and, from some unknown storage ring, pulled out a Gatling gun.
"Embrace the aroma of freedom and civilization!" With the Gatling in hand, Lin Hao sneered continuously, strung a long chain of modified bullets over his shoulder, truly like an iron-blooded warrior. Holding the Gatling with both hands, he aimed at the advancing people, turned in a circle, and pulled the trigger.
"Da-da-da, da-da-da!"
In an instant, a sound unprecedented in this Plane, in this world, erupted at that moment! From the massive barrel flowed purple-gold flames, and the dense shower of bullets fiercely burst forth.
Each bullet that fired held the strength of a casual strike from Emperor Level might. Although not extremely powerful, their value lay in their abundance and speed!
