I, who was eager to retire, became an Imperial General.

Chapter 136 Glory and Wildness!
"Oh!"

Almost the instant the Shadow Force orcs appeared, countless gunshots rang out in the air nearly simultaneously.

A dense barrage of orange-yellow bullets hurtled in from the windows, rooftops, and sky of the surrounding attics.

With the telepathic techniques assigned to each of the 1st and 2nd companies, they accurately hit their respective targets.

Almost instantly, most of the Shadow Orc assassins, who had just dispelled the Shadow Spell and were attempting to kill the surrounding Imperial soldiers and completely control the courtyard, were pierced through the skull by merciless bullets and turned into angry, wide-eyed corpses on the spot.

Fewer than 130 people survived only by skillfully deflecting bullets with their crescent-shaped blades and their combat experience.

As the leader of this assassination squad and the one who first attacked Miles, Galil was naturally the one who was targeted by this Shadow Orc force.

There were at least twenty bullets that hit his head at different angles.

But his bizarre dancing movements, and his swift, instinctive fighting style that allowed him to forcefully turn a surprise attack into a spinning strike in mid-air, all contributed to his success.

This was a death trap, yet he defied it. Amidst the ear-piercing crackling sounds, the barrage of bullets that should have transformed into the Grim Reaper's scythe, mercilessly plundering his life, was instead deflected by him and scattered around him without a single one falling.

Even if Miles hadn't activated his Mystic Eyes in advance, slowing down his vision speed by 10 times through the ultimate state of the Slow Mystic Eyes, and predicted in advance that a stray bullet would pierce his right leg due to Galil's actions, he would have pulled away from the spot in advance.

Under the defensive attack of this dangerous Shadow Orc leader, he would likely be momentarily paralyzed due to his right leg being pierced, and thus captured, becoming a hostage in their hands for negotiations.

Damn it, aren't orcs supposed to be a bunch of stupid idiots? How come this guy is even more despicable than Miles the Elder?
A freak, he's a complete freak!

Still shaken, Miles cursed inwardly, but his body moved backward before his mind could process it. At the same time, he quickly pulled out two short guns from his waist and began firing repeatedly at the furious-looking orc ahead, as if he wanted to continue the pursuit until he killed him.
"Bang bang bang!"

Under Miles's magical eye, the orange-yellow bullets struck Galil's vital points with precision and speed.

But in an instant, it was swiftly severed by the silver light unleashed by the opponent, exploding with a chilling, tearing metallic sound:

"Stab!"

"Shhhhh!"

Galil, his eyes wide with rage, brandished his two silver crescent blades. With swift movements, he wielded these simple weapons like an impenetrable shield, using astonishing swordsmanship to slice through the rain of bullets raining down on him.

At this moment, with Galil unleashing multiple spells at full power and the contact of the magic runes, the gray bandages on Galil's body had already been torn apart by his swollen muscles.

The originally dry, gray skin cracked open, revealing the hideous muscle tissue inside.

Crimson blood splattered everywhere, flowing like lava across his massive, cracked body.

Coupled with the four pale fangs that had grown outwards and protruded outwards due to some unknown mutation, resembling the ferocious teeth of a saber-toothed tiger, and a face so ugly that even a mud monster would bow down in admiration, it was like a monster.

This made him look even more like a demon god crawling out of hell!
Those eyes, composed of pure scarlet and with an internal structure resembling rhomboid crystals, remained fixed on Miles, who was staring at him in astonishment.

The emotion that permeated it was so intense that it almost became tangible.

The moment you make eye contact with someone, you can't help but feel a chill down your spine!
That was the purest killing intent in the world!
The Dark Assassin family must reclaim its glory!

We must wash away the shame of defeat!

We must win the glory!

Only in this way can the people of the tribe be exposed to the sunlight without fear. Only in this way can the children no longer be enslaved because of the sins committed by their ancestors!
Only in this way can the Dark Assassin family shed its identity as a descendant of demons and get back on the right track!
Even if the price is death!!!
A resolute glint flashed in Galil's eyes. Blood, gushing uncontrollably from the backlash of the spell, had somehow stained his mutated fangs crimson. Then, with a furious movement, and from his ruptured vocal cords, he unleashed an unprecedented, deafening roar:

"John Maslow!!!"

"Fuck me!"

Seeing the monstrous orc who had gone mad and seemed willing to do anything to kill him, his substitute, Miles's expression changed drastically.

He was about to immediately unleash his full power to try and escape from the sight of this extremely dangerous orc.

But he hadn't even had a chance to unleash his full magical power yet.

The next second, in his constricted pupils, two extremely fast X-shaped flashes of cold light were suddenly magnified in his field of vision.

Finished!

Miles sighed inwardly and was about to close his eyes and await death when he suddenly felt a gust of wind rushing past his ears.

Immediately afterwards, a sharper blade, even faster than its opponent's, grazed his ear like a thunderbolt, suddenly rushing towards the twin swords that were about to cut him into four pieces.

Immediately as it burst into flames, a visible white shockwave ring blasted outwards in all directions.

"boom!"

A terrifying gust of wind swept through, instantly slamming Miles against the wall behind him.

However, as the strong wind dissipated, his original spot was replaced by Igonila's short and thin figure.

However, compared to his incredibly youthful and innocent appearance, Igonila's flushed face was now filled with a sinister smile that sent chills down one's spine.

His blue pupils were constricted to the extreme due to excessive excitement, but his eyes were wide open, almost bursting, and his gaze was fixed on the monstrous beastman ten meters in front of him, who was several times larger than him.

There is no longer any space to accommodate any living thing.

It's like a lion king who has long yearned for battle, finally finding a challenger worthy of his full strength after a long wait!
He would tear the other person to shreds.

Then use the other's corpse, the other's fur, the other's soul.

Let this battle between the two monsters reach a perfect and unpredictable conclusion!
As if reading the meaning in Ignila's eyes, Galil, feeling his honor insulted, suddenly had an extreme rage flash in his eyes.

Then, in sync with the crazed Igonila, they raised their blades and, in an instant, broke through the limitations of distance with a leaping, spinning attack and a flying, downward slash.

Under the bright moonlight, each with its own sharpness and flame, they burst forth together in the air.

Immediately, the roars, each filled with their own pure will, mingled with the deafening clang of metal, exploding together in the moonlit courtyard:

"die!"

"kill!"

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(End of this chapter)