Sigma took a few consecutive steps back, raised the special pistol in his hand, and aimed at the old magus before him. Since he appeared here, then this old magus is an enemy. Whether it's an old man or a child, as long as they are an enemy, then I have to do it.
"Kill—"
He pulled the trigger. A special bullet shot directly towards the old magus. However, just like the shadow that had suddenly risen like a guillotine before, this time the shadow once again surged upwards, like a shield. After the bullet sank into the shadow, it was immediately distorted, and then turned into a piece of scrap metal and fell to the ground. Then the shadow receded like a tide, and the bullet was completely swallowed.
The old magus's lips curled into a smile. He had not gone directly for the target, of course, for his own reasons. To be able to break the seal of that legendary blacksmith and thus use the forged item, the other little brat was definitely not an easy opponent. He would let the others wear that guy down first. And he himself wanted to first deal with the little brat before him, to avoid any accidents in his subsequent actions. After all, compared to the other little brat who had no talent for magic, the little brat before him could be considered a magus.
Although doing so might also help others, someone had to do something. Magi are arrogant. This arrogant old man would naturally also worry that other idiots would not think of this point. To ensure his 100% success, he couldn't just bet that others would definitely notice the little brat before him.
"It's useless. As long as this old man remains in the shadows, nothing can harm this old man. This old man has already confirmed this location. There will be no light before the sun rises. After all, all the electronic items have already been destroyed by this old man."
The old magus raised his hand. Even if the person before him was related to that famous Magus Killer in the mercenary world, he couldn't care so much anymore. To offend one or two people for his own family was a very normal thing. At worst, after this, he and his family would change their names and hide for fifty or seventy years. After that Magus Killer died, they would become active again. What's more, if they really obtained the forging results of that legendary blacksmith, and at the same time took away the young magus who had researched the results, they would not be able to completely digest it in a short period of time. Plus the transformation of the family, it would be no problem to hide for half a century or so.
The black magical energy flowed forward along the shadows cast by the windows on the corridor floor. It seemed that this old magus's attacks could only rely on shadows as a medium. However, this corridor was blocked by all sorts of glass windows, walls, and doors. The shadows also occupied most of the space. So this old magus's attacks did not have much of an impact in this area. On the contrary, because there were so many shadows, the one who really needed to worry was Sigma.
This black magical energy was like sludge and also like a tide, flashing with a mirror-like luster under the moonlight and neon lights, and also like a dagger hidden in the darkness, which could launch an unexpected attack from the darkness at any time. After these shadows and black magical energy got close to Sigma, they quickly thrust outwards.
Sigma quickly rolled in another direction. These black shadows, like sharp blades, slid past his cheek. A few strands of his black hair were cut off and scattered around. Sigma once again raised the firearm in his hand, and then drew the assembly tool for this firearm from his waist.
He assembled the two objects in his hands. The tool that originally looked like a pistol quickly transformed into the appearance of an assault rifle. He then fired bullets at the magus again. And that black shadow, like a tide, quickly surged up from the shadow, turning into a thin black barrier, isolating all the bullets on the side of darkness.
"Tsk!"
Sigma frowned. Since that's the case, I can only force all these shadows away.
Taking advantage of the fact that this shadow had not yet fallen, Sigma quickly threw the flashbang behind him forward, and then turned around himself to prevent the flashbang from blinding him. With the explosion of the flashbang, the strong flash forced all the shadows away, creating a shadowless area. Taking this opportunity, Sigma raised the firearm in his hand.
A series of sounds of bullets exploding outwards was heard. As the strong light of the flashbang gradually returned to darkness, everything returned to its original silence.
The old magus clutched his body, looking at his hands full of blood, his eyes full of disbelief. He had just wanted to speak, but blood gushed out of his mouth. After muttering for a long time, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood, the old magus raised his finger and pointed at Sigma before him. All of this was too sudden.
The flashbang flashed and extinguished in just a few seconds. It was in these few seconds that everything was reversed.
How could the old magus have thought that all of a sudden, all the shadows would retreat behind him, and that there was even a little bit of separation between the shadows and his feet? The sudden burst of strong light was simply like a shadowless lamp. All attacks, all defenses, were all rendered useless.
"You... coughcough! You have no martial virtue! Despicable... mercenary!"
Sigma stood up, looked at the old magus before him, turned around, and broke open the door of a nearby room, directly rushing in. The old magus, in turn, caught a glimpse of a ball of fire rapidly approaching from outside the window. Another rocket launcher was approaching this place. After all, the flashbang just now was simply telling everyone: someone is here.
The old magus's eyes widened slightly. He had already been hit by so many bullets. He was already extremely weak and might lose his life. Now, before he could even think of a way to take them down with him, a rocket launcher was rapidly approaching this place.
At this moment, even if the old mag-us wanted to curse, he had no strength left. He had not expected that in the end, he would not die at the hands of his target, but at the hands of other mercenaries. It was truly lamentable.
"So this old man was just a mantis after all..."
The mercenary who had already fired a rocket launcher was preparing to give the building before him another "firework." He had just shouldered the rocket launcher when his shoulder was tapped by another person. He turned his head, and what came into his eyes was a pair of light blue eyes.