It didn't take long for countless moths to swarm from the town, and six somewhat capable people charged out.
'Iron Bones' laughed, holding a bullet between his index and middle finger, with his thumb pressing on the base of the bullet.
When the primer was ignited, it set off the cartridge inside, which produced a rapid burn, creating high temperature and pressure, and with a loud bang, the bullet flew forward.
Among the six who ran out, the leader suddenly had a hole in his forehead, and after running a couple of steps, he fell to the ground with a thud.
"Lamae!" the other five cried out, looking at their fallen friend.
"Sovereign of Wind and Light, please bless us and heal your people," a girl pleaded, pressing down on the leader's head as green light swirled and poured into his body.
The wound was slowly healing, and his eyelids were trembling.
"Oh?" 'Iron Bones' glanced with interest, his palm gently tossing, and another bullet appeared in his hand.
