Chapter 10: The Criminal and the Sacrifice!

Within seven steps, the gun was swift and precise.

This was something Zorn, as a player, had long experienced.

In the early stages, he was a devoted follower of the "Firearm Sect."

Players inside the "Sacred Relic: Eternal Canticle" often complained,

“Three years of grueling training, five years of honing skills, only to be felled by a single shot.”

In the beginning, the combat power of a transcendent being was far less tangible than a fully loaded revolver.

Brawlers were not particularly skilled with guns.

But Zorn had the rich experience of a Gunsmith—not legendary, but still a holy crown level.

He was quite adept at handling revolvers.

At the same time, the powerful dynamic vision granted by the Double Serpent Ring allowed him to clearly pinpoint enemies in shadows and darkness, coupled with the brawler’s precise arm control.

This ensured every shot hit the guard-down level 2 Thief.

If Zorn remembered correctly, the Thief he had just shot was named "Trenton."

Beside him was a Soul Feeder named "Wilbur."

These two carried the weight of a dozen bloody cases involving kidnapping and murder.

As transcendent beings, they had already reached level 2.

Especially Wilbur, the Soul Feeder, who borrowed the power of malevolent spirits, moved stealthily, kidnapping and plundering without a trace.

To this day, the authorities had yet to uncover their true identities.

“This is a trap!”

After the gunfire fell like a violent storm, a brief darkness and silence ensued.

Wilbur, the Soul Feeder, reacted immediately.

His expression cold and indifferent, he charged fiercely at the cunning young noble.

Though he didn’t understand how the young noble had evaded his “Soul Calming Incense,”

he had to capture this young noble.

Once this kidnapping was complete, the ransom would secure his retirement for the rest of his life.

Facing the Soul Feeder’s rapid approach,

Zorn decisively turned his gun barrel.

However, Wilbur smiled coldly.

Soul Feeders were not afraid of revolvers, steam-powered guns, or bombs—these heat weapons meant nothing to their ranks.

Bang! Bang!

With two quick shots,

bullets passed through Wilbur’s body, stirring eerie green ripples.

At the same time, Wilbur revealed his true form.

His semi-transparent body, though walking on the ground, seemed more like floating.

Beneath the translucent flesh were white bones, each inch bound by thorny chains.

At the core was a terrifying, twisted, wailing malevolent spirit.

The Soul Feeder’s nurtured evil spirit imprisoned and devoured transcendent beings of this rank.

The Soul Feeder bound the evil spirit and drew power from the victim for their own use.

Both were imprisoned by each other, mutually a cage.

By borrowing the evil spirit’s power, the Soul Feeder became one of the most difficult ranks to deal with early on.

As Wilbur unleashed his power,

a cold, sinister wind swept through the room, dropping the temperature sharply by over ten degrees.

The snarling Wilbur lunged at Zorn with claws outstretched.

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