The environment here was very strange.
After the corpses died, they would not stay on the ground for too long. Instead, they would be quickly swallowed up by the ground. It was as though the ground was some kind of strange living creature.
However, the gunman had been here for a long time and had gotten used to this scene.
He had been killing people for the past two days and had become numb to it.
Besides, there were no rewards for killing people. There was also no loot that belonged to this world that would be dropped.
If there was equipment, it would not be taken away. The ground here seemed to only require human flesh or the flesh of other things. In short, anything that could kill others would be left behind.
Jon had also noticed this.
This was a rather awkward situation. Speaking of which, they had the opportunity to discover this earlier. However, they did not pay much attention to the earlier battle. Additionally, the corpses would stay on the ground for a period of time before being sucked into the ground. At that time, they did not notice it at all.
Glancing to his left, Jon saw that Cecatly was still leaning against the wall with her eyes closed. She seemed to be concentrating on something. Looking at her expression, Jon knew that she had not succeeded.
After all, she was not Muggle. It would not be easy for her to do it.
Jon was also well aware of this. Thus, he planned to delay the matter outside for as long as possible.
There were still a few more people, right?
The scene shifted back to the gunman.
After killing the person, the gunman immediately fled.
However, due to Jon's earlier actions, he had already bumped into the remaining people. The only difference was that the distance between them was different. Hearing the commotion, the remaining people had already gathered.
Thus, when the gunman forced open the door, he was greeted by two unfamiliar faces. There were also two other people rushing up the stairs.
Clearly, they were in cahoots with the person earlier.
"Damn, where did this five-man team come from?"
The gunman cursed in his heart. However, he dared not be careless. After all, in this situation, death was certain. He raised his gun and pulled the trigger. Two shots were fired in succession. The person closest to him was sent flying by the powerful impact. The person standing on the other side was shot later. Although he managed to dodge the bullet, his body was grazed by it.
However, it was only a superficial wound. His internal organs were not damaged.
How could his defence be so amazing?
The one who was surprised was not the shooter, but Jon.
As a capitalist who had influence in both the Wizard and Muggle societies, Jon had dispatched his own armed forces to search for resources all over the world.
Therefore, he knew very well how much damage firearms could do to a person. Although many wizards had special ways to deal with these kinds of weapons, such as recovering quickly after being injured, they were still mortals after all. They would definitely be injured.
The Wizard in front of the gunner seemed to have strengthened his body. If Jon had to find someone similar to him, then it would be Hagrid.
Giants were purely physical and magical creatures. Their physical attacks were strong, and they were immune to magical collisions. In addition, they had a very strong physique. That was why they could survive in the magical world until now.
However, the current situation did not give the gunner any time to recover.
The man who had only suffered superficial wounds groaned and turned around to pounce on the gunman.
No matter how strong his body was, he would not be able to withstand two shots from a powerful weapon like a sniper rifle.
However, what surprised him was that the man opposite him did not intend to fire a second shot. The gunner held the gun barrel and smashed the man's head with the handle. Then, he turned around and fired two shots at the two people on the stairs.
The space was narrow, and they did not have time to dodge. The first person who had started to use magic to heal himself was interrupted by his teammate. Then, he was pinned down and could not move.
The only warrior who still had the ability to move was also hit by the gunner's dagger.
"Idiot, you really think I don't have a melee weapon?"
After easily dealing with the five people, the gunner did not have a relaxed expression on his face.
In just two short days, he had already fought countless battles. If he continued like this, even with his Magus physique, he would not be able to withstand it. He really needed to rest.
But now was not the time to rest. He had to find his teammates.
Where was Xiao Dao again?
Oh, right, upstairs.
So, he did not pay attention to the people on the ground anymore. He turned around and ran up the stairs.
"You don't do things cleanly at all."
After he disappeared around the corner, the space twisted slightly, and Jon's water vapor avatar appeared.
Although there was not much water vapor in this world, it was a dry environment. Fortunately, he carried Poseidon's divine artifact, the Tear of Atlantis. Within the range of the force field, the water vapor avatar could be created at any time.
At this moment, he was holding a long spike in his hand. It looked a bit like a trimmed Staff of the Earth.
It was just an ice spike condensed from water vapor.
That Gunner ran away too quickly. He didn't notice that the first few people to fall were only seriously injured, but they weren't dead. They were now using magic to heal themselves.
"But what a coincidence, I happened to be nearby."
The few people lying on the ground trembled as if they wanted to say something. Unfortunately, they did not have the chance.
Chown spoke very slowly, but his actions were very fast. In the blink of an eye, the ice spike in his hand had pierced through the three men. Coupled with the Soul Crushing spell, they could not be any more dead than this.
“Byebye。”
At the moment when these people were stabbed to death, Jon felt a change from the surrounding environment.
The air was developing in a direction suitable for humans.
No, to be precise, the air around him was developing in a direction suitable for him. It was not as dry as before.
It was as if he had lived here since he was young.
So … Was this the benefit of killing people?
To turn the disadvantage of an away battle into an advantage of a home battle, it was a very smart and excellent method.
But what good could such an action do? It was a preparation to transform people into hosts. It could be said that it was ill-intentioned.
But, what did this have to do with him?
The faster others died, the higher his chances of success would be, right?
So, with this thought, Jon's avatar disappeared from this place.
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