But this exhilarating counterattack lasted less than half a minute before abruptly ending.
The strange figure bore the brunt of the machine gun fire, swung the ship anchor, reaping lives with each swing.
Heads fell like rain, and blood spurted wildly.
Bullets thudded against his body, some piercing through, yet not a drop of blood flowed out.
"What... are you...?"
"No... it shouldn't be like this... Where is the Lord Guardian... huff huff!"
Amid the continuous screams, two sub-captains also fell in defeat.
They were beaten to shreds, lying on the ground like broken sacks, spitting blood and desperate last words.
The lantern carrier gave no reply but briskly executed the last survivor too, crushing their skulls with the anchor.
Then he picked up a whistle and blew it hard.
Whistle!
The lantern carrier surveyed the scene, letting out a hoarse shout: "Ten! Five!"
A mournful wail like a night owl's cry pierced through the night sky.
