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The trigger of the flintlock gun resting on Chen Zhou's waist twitched slightly, and the bullet loaded with a large amount of fine metal shrapnel burst forth.
The gunpowder burned and exploded, the hot gas rapidly expanded, converting its internal energy into the bullet's kinetic energy, propelling the sharp, jagged metal fragments to fly like hail onto the bodies of the Indigenous Warriors.
The shrapnel easily pierced through the tattoos and graffiti that they proudly bore, symbolizing the benevolence of the Celestial God.
Their skin, capillaries, and even tendons and fascia were destroyed by the terrifying storm of metal.
The person closest to Chen Zhou was injured the most, with a few shards of metal flying into his eyes, turning his world to darkness, accompanied by a sharp pain.
