Clang! Clang! Clang!...
The "Clockwork Man" Beverly's stance of cleaving bullets with blades was even more exaggerated than Aiven's earlier, unwavering against the segmented volley of dozens of firearms pointed at him.
He even laughed wildly, charging back at the firearms array through the rain of bullets!
Not to mention the aboriginals and pirates, even the well-experienced navy elite following Aiven had never seen such a spectacle.
The firearms array couldn't help but tremble slightly, maintaining continuous firepower was already a testament to their firm resolve.
At this moment.
mal——
From the rear, Milan raised the string of black crystal beads wrapped around his hand, shooting a grayish flowing light that struck the charging "Clockwork Man" with lightning speed.
[Witchcraft: Misfortune Curse!]
Meanwhile, heavily armored Gary had already leapt up, shouting: "Suit up!"
"Invincible in battle!"
Naval soldiers gathering around him followed immediately with roars.
Whoosh——
