Ice Vapor Goddess

Chapter 64 Sniper
With his gun slung over his shoulder, Kyle rounded a large arc to a direction away from the convoy. Although Siren hadn't said anything, he had to make sure that if the operation failed, it wouldn't affect others.

The claim of 2,500 meters is just a boast, because that's based on clear weather. Nowadays, even on flat ground, there are gale-force winds of level 7 or 8, coupled with extremely low visibility and snowflakes and ice crystals everywhere. If you can hit the target at 1,500 meters with your talent activated, you'd be lucky.

After roughly estimating his location, Kyle arrived at a position two kilometers away.

"No reaction..." He looked at the bullet box. Although there wasn't much divine sense inside, it might still attract the Ice Man. He didn't know how far the Ice Man could perceive divine sense, or whether the amount of divine sense mattered.

He approached cautiously, little by little.

The short 500 meters felt like an eternity to him. He listened intently to the sounds of the wind and snow, and if the Ice Man made any unusual movement, he would immediately retreat.

1,500 meters.

No sound.

He raised his gun.

He couldn't see anything in front of him, and Fafner's hexagonal rifle wasn't equipped with a high-magnification scope used by snipers, nor was it well-maintained.

But he gently stroked the gun, as if caressing his lover, lightly brushing over its protrusions and grooves, feeling its mechanics and structure.

“Good sister, although this is the first time we’ve met, would you be interested in… doing something big with me?” he asked with a smile.

The gun didn't answer him, but Kyle could feel her tremor, the excitement of that pearl seeing the light again.

He switched the hammer to the half-ready position, took out the pre-packaged paper packet, shielded himself from the snowflakes with his body, and then poured in the pre-weighed black powder.

The hexagonal rifle is a muzzle-loading rifle, which has a very cumbersome process and is being gradually phased out by breech-loading rifles, but its accuracy and range are still the best.

He pressed the bullet into the muzzle, then removed the steel cleaning rod, revealing a happy smile.

"I'm in?"

Then, with practiced ease, he pushed the bullet down to the bottom. He could clearly feel the bullet lodging in the rifled barrel, and the comfortable sensation made him groan.

When he first held a gun and loaded a bullet into the chamber, and when the exquisite mechanical structure unleashed its terrifying destructive power, he vowed to make shooting his lifelong passion.

Then, install the mercury fulminate cap and turn the hammer—fully ready to fire.

He raised his gun, aimed, and stared ahead.

Visibility was less than three meters, but he was very certain that his target was there.

He closed his eyes.

His senses expanded and expanded at that moment. He heard the howling wind, the swirling snow, the sharp edges of ice crystals, footsteps, prayers and sacrifices, and the breathing of his enemies.

—He saw it.

In an instant, divine thoughts converged into an invisible thread, like the string of fate connecting with the enemy.

It was as if an angel had shown him the way, and God had already decided his fate.

At that very moment, the Ice Man awoke.

The extremely sharp divine sense landed on him, and he also sensed Kyle's presence.

Kyle had no time to be afraid; he pulled the trigger immediately!

The hammer slammed into the cap of fire, and the high-pressure gas propelled the specially designed hexagonal projectile to spin at high speed, scattering golden specks of light.

The golden bullets pierced through the wind and snow, through the ice, and through everything in their path, and sang a triumphant song in the increasingly frenzied snow!

Kyle's face was contorted with rage, as if he had exhausted all his strength, as he watched the bullet streak across the sky and into destiny.

And then—hit!
The lead bullet struck the five-meter-tall ice man's body, bursting into flames the instant they met. With a piercing sound, it frantically burrowed into the ice man's body like a crystallization of flames.

The golden blood seemed to see a mortal enemy, and they clashed wildly in the fierce battle. The lead bullet was just an insignificant carrier; its mission was to deliver the holy blood here! The Ice Man let out a painful howl, staggering and falling to the ground. A clear bullet mark appeared in his body, which could not be healed.

A dozen seconds later, the golden blood gradually ran out, the white steam diminished, and the flames went out.

But Kyle had already loaded his second shot.

Boom! ! !
The bullet fired again, and a large, burning hole immediately appeared on the top of the Iceman's head.

Boom! ! !
This time it's the chest!
neck!

abdomen!

Crotch!

Kyle kept reloading and firing, not knowing what the Iceman's weakness was, he could only keep guessing.

One shot, two shots, three shots!
His concentration was unprecedented. Normally, this kind of long-range sniping with high interference would consume a lot of his mental energy, and it would be depleted after just a few shots. But this time, he found that he seemed to have an inexhaustible supply no matter how much he used it.

Only Xilun, far away, felt the divine power being constantly borrowed, and sighed, hoping that everything was going well for Kyle.

This is a hidden effect of the [Apostle] that they didn't test—not just the throne ability, but any skill can borrow the divine thought of the bestower.

Boom! ! !
A shot struck the Iceman's torso, and it crashed to the ground, kneeling, seemingly severely wounded.

Kyle bit the paper packet, poured the black powder inside, and then plunged the lance in, pushing the bullet all the way in.

One more shot!
But a chilling sound came from the wind, ice crystals swirled and surged, accompanied by ancient incantations, like a malevolent curse.

Kyle gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger.

The muzzle flash spurted out, burning through the small ice figure that suddenly appeared in front of it. The golden bullet killed it completely as it passed through its head, and then traveled 1,500 meters to land precisely on the enormous creature.

Click!

The barrel was cut in half, and an ice figure appeared out of nowhere, its right hand like a sharp blade, severing the hexagonal rifle.

"Damn it!" Kyle cursed angrily, "This is the deal I just made!"

The Holy Fire spell suddenly appeared, burning the ice man and causing him to howl in pain. The ice crystals all over his body were dissipating and melting, turning into white steam in the sky.

He drew his sword from his waist and coldly stared at the growing number of small ice figures in front of him.

"Die with my gun, you stupid bird!" he declared in his final moments.
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“Speak to my cannon!” Madame de la Pass gripped the control lever covered in holy symbols, her black court dress billowing, her face beaming with excitement behind her large brown goggles.

Platinum cone-shaped bullets filled with a large amount of red mercury were fired from the fortress cannon and slammed into the body of the ice giant that was more than ten meters tall outside the wall.

boom--! ! !
There was no need for a time-delay fuse. When the red mercury sensed the Iceman's power through the steel, it instantly erupted with boundless fury!

That was the wrath of heaven, ancient hatred, and the resentment of genocide!
Endless flames transformed into red lotuses, and red steam exploded in the air into extinguishing fireworks.

The ice giant, now only half its body remaining, slowly collapsed. Other fortress cannons tried to finish it off, but it was already gone.

The invisible magical field in the air had already covered this area. Once the Ice Man was seriously injured, he would retreat to the rear to recover and recuperate.

Lady Dela Pass sighed and slapped the golden crystal in front of her, "Hey, hey, hey? This is turret number 57. Frost Giant Yansazar is seriously injured."

"Understood." A weary voice came from the other end. "This is her 444th serious injury."

Mrs. Dela Pass did not respond, and continued to stuff the heavy platinum cannonballs beside her into the fortress cannon.

—This is the 11th day of the Siege of Florence.

(End of this chapter)