Wolf Barrel 5.56

One or a "bow" that uses the elasticity of strings to fly arrows.

One, an "automatic small gun" that loads, decapitates, and reloads fully automatic and ejects bullets that exceed the sound speed.

If the two start shooting each other at a distance of 50 m, it's easy to imagine which way the armaments will go up. There is so much difference in performance as a weapon that we can say that it is cowardly to use an automatic small gun on a bow opponent.

But how about that?

I was the one who was being hunted down.

Shh, shh, and exhale rough. The shirt worn under the tactical vest was floating with sweat stains as if it had been watered. The coolness of the wooden skin on my back is slightly comfortable. My body was hot enough to stand hot, but my stomach was nervous and chilled out.

Already consumes five magazines. Despite shooting a total of eighty rifle rounds, I still don't have any response. Cerios is intact.

There were countless cuts on my pants and sleeves, and the torn fabric was stained with blood. A cut made of splashed stone or pieces of wood. I haven't eaten the arrows yet, but the situation is not fragrant.

This advantage was overshadowed by 'Magic Arrow'.

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Beyond the tree that was using it as a shield, there were signs that the magic would swell. It's a bad omen. The biggest alert goes off in the brain. I grabbed the Liott Shield (Magic Barrier) I was standing next to.

A thin sound emitted by an arrow called Huh.

The arrow that flew in drawing the Yamagata passed beside me 5 meters from where I was. I didn't take it off. That was deliberate. When the arrow that was moving toward the day after tomorrow suddenly changed direction with Gurli as if he had taken the will, it hit me in a straight line.

An arrow hits the center of the shield raised forward with tremendous momentum.

A heavy noise called Gagong. Green ripples spread across rectangular-edged visions.

"Gu."

An arrow could have been prevented, but a strong impact rushed through his upper body. On both hands I was grabbing the shield, a frightening paralysis ran.

This is the magic arrow.

In advance research, I only knew its existence.

Magical processing on arrows, shafts, arrow feathers, etc. can grant 'special effects' to just arrows. In addition to being able to bend the orbit freely, there are numerous variations such as those that explode at the moment of collision with the ground, or those that split into two parts and strike from both sides. Even though this one can only attack in a linear fashion, the other one strikes with skill using three-dimensional space. Besides, I'm only using magic and I'm not half as powerful.

I learn to be angry because it's too bullshit.

I'm going to hate fantasy for real.

The only salvation was being able to detect the use of magic arrows, as just now. When used, there are unique signs that the magic will swell. The defense made it by 'watching' it. How can you perceive is a mystery to yourself.

and then.

The sound of stepping on dead leaves reached my ear.

Looks like Celios started moving because he thought it was his chance.

(Let it!

I took out only the M4A1 muzzle from the corner of the tree and saw full auto fire. Fire flames erupt from the muzzle at a continuous firing rate of 850 rounds per minute. An empty pod is thrown out of the ejection port like a sprinkler. Different digit recoil from when semi-automatic (single shot). It's as if M4A1 is dancing in your hand. In less than a second, the sixteen shots that were in the magazine were gone. The only reason the full auto is because it's about a big meal is because it rained 5,56 mm ammo stopped Celios from moving.

His aim is clear.

It's about bringing it into the melee.

That's definitely all we have to avoid. I'm a melee amateur. When it comes to experience, it's about the judo of physical education. There's no way we can fight each other where we've done how much muscle training.

But even if we keep shooting each other like this, we're still poor.

It sucks, but the lead is always over there.

If you want to show your face inadvertently, an arrow flies with devilish accuracy. Fragments of a shattered mirror at your feet. Earlier on, I tried to use my hand mirror to find out what was going on over there, but they couldn't even forgive me for that.

(If this happens...)

I sharpened my eyes and consolidated my resolve.

Bend the shield symmetrically from left to right, as yesterday, deforming it like the tip of the ship. And on one side of the inside, he glued his left arm, three belted ones wrapped around his left arm like snakes. Check that it is securely secured. Now I can support the shield with my left hand alone.

Next, create a gun eye (hole for putting the gun up) in the center of the shield and pass the barrel of the M4A1 there. With your left hand, support the handguard from the bottom, push the bat (floor tail) tightly against the indentation below the clavicle and round your back. At the end of the day, "Tighten" your whole body so you can tie it with a string.

By doing this, I was able to put up a shield and shoot a gun. The reaction is slightly dull because the aim is shield-by-shield, but the luxury cannot be said.

The operation is simple and lucid.

I dare to expose myself to attack and slap the counter in.

When the magazine is replaced quickly and the selector is returned to the semi-auto.

I jumped out of the shield thoughtfully.

I baptize the arrows without letting my hair in. The flying arrow was bounced by a shield unfolding in the front. The energy that has gone straight is diverted laterally. A spark ran in a position that scorched my eyelashes. Return to posture and quickly run the muzzle to the left and right. Where is he?

- I want to!

Cerios was just in the middle of moving between the trees.

No shield, round bare condition.

Best timing ever.

Aim like a programmed machine.

I let the intent to kill dwell on my index finger and hit the trigger to squeeze. Familiar semi-automatic recoil. The muzzle flash explodes. First bullet. Blood splashed from Celios' arm as reflected in the ACOG. It's not a direct hit, but it looks like he tore the flesh out of his arm. We still have fifteen shots. Don't hesitate to eat more. Rhythmically trigger the recoil while controlling it with your torso. Cut even more flanks. Sharpen your legs shallow. But none of it is a direct hit. You're moving too fast to catch it. Celios' body rolls out the anterior reflex causing Parcool to be , teasing the bullet.

Celios runs. The bullet trail follows.

Without being able to produce an effective hit, Cerios hid in another tree.

The last bullet unleashed let the soil jump vainly mud.

(Fuck you!)

I accidentally poisoned him inside.

He avoided all the rifle bullets like a ninja in an action movie. It's not just quick. It was like 'I predicted when to hit the trigger' way of moving. That prevented the ballistics from capturing the "core". Can Dark Elves do this just out of the blue?

The distance had somehow shrunk to 30 m.

Next time, if you allow me to approach you, I'm done.

Everything is leaning in the wrong direction.

(Damn, I need to keep my distance anyway)

I started to retreat as I fired threatening shots. [M] One, two, bang, rhythm of. The emptied drugpod hit the inside of the barrier and sounded kinky. If the frustrated serios let the arrows go this way, I could put the counter in instantly, but they didn't seem stupid enough to figure that out over there either, and it didn't go as it was intended.

It was when I shot the fifth shot.

There was a noise of "kachin" in the machine section of the gun. The sound of the stopper descending while the bolt retracted. I mean, it's a missing bullet sign. I pressed the magazine release lever (magazine retrieval lever) to replace the magazine.

- Something incredible happened here.

All of a sudden, Celios ran toward us.

"Become!?" I peeled my eyes in amazement. You're lying. Oi. I can only assume that I understand exactly how bold this one is. But how did you know!? This is the worst time of all!!

I keep my gun up and try to get the magazine out of my tactical vest in a hurry. But there the arrow that Cerios had shot hit the shield, and the impact removed the magazine. Shit.

The distance shrinks in no time.

Reloading isn't likely to fit in between anymore.

He immediately switched his head and turned the M4A1 back via a sling, pulling Beretta M92F out of the holster and standing with his right hand. Release the safety device so that it plays with your thumb. He opened a new gunshot eye on the shield and fired a series of semi-automatic shots at Serios. Fire six shots in one breath. Intermittent gunshots. But the bunch of bullets were all bounced off by the 'wall' that suddenly appeared.

(Barrier......!?

Ring wrapped around Celios' arm.

A pseudo barrier unfolded like a hologram from a treasure ball in the middle of it.

"Defensive Barrier Mechanism".

Additional armor that can be created pseudo-magic barriers by built-in magic crystals.

You even had something like that!?

Besides, you kept that up to this time!?

A few more shots, but it was still bounced off by a pseudo barrier.

I can't seem to pull out that barrier with a 9mm bullet.

I don't have 7 meters left.

I was ready for a melee.

Celios pulled out the knife he was lowering to his hips as he threw his bow away as he ran. Large knife wondering if it would be 50cm across the blade. The blade part emits green light. Probably a kind of anti-magic weapon.

Four meters to go.

Setouchi of Death.

Yet I was laughing at the edge of my mouth.

Tension goes up. The brain synapse is activated as if to respond to it, and the concentration accelerates explosively. You can see your body being pushed up to the next level every second of the comma.

The moment I take off my skin and become a wolf. [M]

And.

Collision.

Two barriers crashed directly from the front, and a green spark spread in its center in a circle. I can play the blunt sound of two bulls hitting each other in the head. I managed to indulge in tackling. Come on, they're coming!

Celios erases pseudo barriers. At the same time, he's been sticking a big knife straight out. The moment the knife touched the shield, it made a hole without any resistance, as if it had hit a burner on thin ice. Remarkable power.

From a pompous hole, a knife hits me with a viper momentum.

I twisted my body and scolded this. [M]

A wind-cut sound called a buzz. A knife passes over a piece of skin on his neck.

But this spike was not a single shot, it led to the next attack.

The grip of the knife - at its bottom, it has a small protrusion like a hook claw. Celios used this projection to try to tear my carotid artery apart by pulling an extended arm. I would have been hit by this second shot if I had been normal. But my heightened senses cut through this protrusion. I tilted my torso and twitched the protrusion that struck me from the side by drawing an arc.

Celios' eyes shake in surprise.

I was surprised myself that I was avoided.

Grab the thread of the counterattack by being perfectly avoided.

When I removed the shield, which was no longer in my way, I shot Beretta on the right hand side indiscriminately. But the distance is too close to hit the other way around. Cerios cut Beretta's barrel with a knife as he escaped the gunpoint on the sidestep. I guess he targeted the weapon, not the living one, because he wanted to get rid of the threat first. But this choice led to unexpected results.

A muzzle pointing toward the uninterrupted. The last bullet fired from it was fortunate enough to hit Celios' left ear, where a 9mm bullet blew his ear out of the base and half of Celios' face stained with blood.

"- Huh!"

Cerios was frightened for a moment by an unexpected injury.

I didn't miss that gap. [M]

Technologies are better on Celios. If you miss this, there will be no later.

I moved as if to explode cells all over my body. [M]

Throw away the damaged beretta and unplug the knife for dismantling. The image behind my brain is "Iron Gun Ball" from the Jen Man movie. He put a knife on his hips and jumped into his nostrils, trying to bump into him and stabbed a blade in Celios' left flank. The horizontal blade slips through the Avara bone and eats up the zubuzub as it cleaves the fat and the abdominal oblique muscles. The feeling of cutting the old rubber with scissors passed over the grip. Warm blood sprays from the wound onto the hand. If you look at it, it contained about half the blade. Excellent. "Gugga!" A distressed voice leaked out of Celios' mouth.

But Celios just can't do it either.

"Ahhhhhh!!

I've been rolling out sharp spikes, floating in the shape of a ghost.

I realized I was about to give in. [M]

But this time it was inevitable. "Giggy," a hot one ran on his back. Damn, they've slashed me. The sound of M4A1 breaking also. But the impact was not so great. The wound was shallower than I thought. I don't feel so much bleeding either. Maybe thanks to the M4A1 you put on your back as a shield.

I can still move.

I can still fight.

I remained low and said, "Ohhhh!!!!," he growled, grabbing Cerios' legs. In Judo of Physical Education, he set up his specialty "Twin Hand Cuts", which he had also taken one from the black belt. My body moves without thinking about it. He held the back of Cerios' knees down disappointingly with both hands and, at the same time, pulled them down as he pressed them with his left shoulder.

Cerios fell back out of balance. A knife spills out of his hand, hitting his back hard on the hard ground that is not a tatami.

As I turned to the left side of the lying back Celios, I rolled a knee kick out of my quadruple crawling position. The aim is - a knife for dismantling still stung. A full knee kick clashes against the grip's patterned head. The blade of the knife sank to its roots at once.

"!" Cerios' entire body bounced big as if he were going to do it on the bridge as well.

It is certain that the blade has reached the gut.

Did you do it?

I thought so, but it didn't end here.

Surprisingly, Celios has hit a strong punch while damaging his gut. I was about to kick my knee again, and I'm gonna get this fist pigeon-tailed. The diaphragm is forced to atrophy, causing momentary breathing difficulties. A further kick hit him directly in the abdomen. Heavy blow that makes me wonder if my bowels have shaken. The impact burst from my abs to my back, and I was blown backwards.

Two, three degrees and crashing to the ground finally stops.

"Guh...... aah......"

Screams leak from the cleavage of the bitten teeth. I can't breathe. Looks like a couple of Avalas broke now. There may also be damage to the gut. I still can't breathe. I'm supposed to be breathing in again and again, but I can't breathe. Maybe a broken rib stabbed him in the lungs. That would suck.

No, I can't move right away.

I gave up getting up now and waited for the damage to settle down.