Solo Swordmaster

#884. Thank you

Kwaang!

“What is it?”

Oh In-jo, who was shooting firearms, was startled.

It was because, just as he was about to focus his firepower on one side to open a retreat, a corrupted spirit burst out from the other side.

But that was just the beginning.

Kwang kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwang!

light flashes

A roar echoes.

Fragments of broken spirits bounce.

Truly crushing.

Even if the five of them opened firearms, they couldn’t handle it.

Beep.

“That’s…”

Following the signal from the radar, Jed turned his head and opened his mouth.

It was because at a distance that was difficult to see even with the visual sensor, he found a faint figure riding a horse and aiming a rifle.

‘sniping? On that street?’

Hitting a target at this distance is difficult even with armor.

Of course, it is possible to achieve 100% with only a rifle.

Its power to crush the fallen spirits with one shot was unbelievable, even with a magic tool made by Unryeongsa.

“older brother!”

“What are you going to do?”

It’s been a while since I’ve been so lost.

Zed, who suddenly came to his senses, shook his head violently and shouted out loud.

“What are you doing, you bastards, hurry up and wipe it away!”

“You said you were going to jump out until a little while ago?”

“That was until a little while ago!”

“Oh shit. Anyway, capricious!”

Kwakwawang!

therefore.

The fighting resumed.

Five armored personnel carriers firing their firearms with the momentum to pour out all the remaining ammunition.

And even an unidentified sniper who shows overwhelming firepower with only one rifle than the combined five armored vehicles.

The combined effort from both sides was enough to suppress even the regenerative power of the fallen spirits.

Finally, when ten minutes have passed.

In the canyon where dozens of fallen spirits wriggled, only the remains of the spirits were now scattered around.

“Whoa…”

I hoped that he would let out a deep sigh as he was relieved that he had escaped the predicament of almost being annihilated.

Zed opened the armored hatch.

And the three horsemen who approached before I knew it.

Among them, he thanked the short-haired black woman carrying a long rifle on her back.

“Thank you. Thanks to you, I live.”

To the grinning Jed.

The black-haired woman replied coldly.

“Thank you, give me the money.”

“what?”

“What is it? If you saved my life, I will pay the price.”

“…I thought it was a lifesaver, but you’re a strong seller.”

It was a moment.

Jed, who had been laughing a while ago, erased his smile and narrowed his eyes instead.

There was a difference as big as heaven and earth between a benefactor who saved his life without a price and a strongman who would point a gun at him if he didn’t pay for it.

“How much is Barash?”

“Half of all property.”

“Isn’t this a strongman, not a robber?!?!”

“I saved my life when I could have just robbed my wallet after the fight, but I have to pay for this amount of trouble.”

“You say that now!?”

As Zed raised his voice, the other armor gathered around him, creating a bloody atmosphere.

However, even in the face of five armored vehicles, the black-haired woman did not flinch in the slightest.

It’s like trying to jump in anyway.

With a cold smile on her beautiful scar-crossed face, she just pointed her hand at the two pistols strapped to her waist.

The eyes cross so much.

The moment the tension reached its peak.

A voice broke between them.

“Keep everything in moderation.”

“…what are you?”

Jed showed concern.

The sudden intervention of the man who appeared with the cowgirl seemed to him nothing but a ploy to extort money.

But the moment the man took out one thing.

They couldn’t help but be frightened.

“As the Sheriff of Rushmore City, I will not tolerate any more disputes than this.”

“Kek! Rushmore’s Tekken? Why are you here!”

“Do you know who I am?”

“That’s it…because you’re famous.”

To Jed’s shaky answer.

The stalwart bison nodded.

and said in a heavy voice.

“If you know, the story will be easy. What were you guys doing here?”

“…what would a gunman do in the wilderness? Hunting, of course.”

“In a place like this? Only five cavalrymen?”

The stout bison frowned.

The armor that the five-man gunman is riding looks well-equipped for a small armored cavalryman, but that’s all.

I don’t know if it’s an armored cavalry.

It was because the canyon they were in was too deep and too dangerous for them to hunt down the fallen spirits with only the cavalry.

However, at his point, Jed put on a rather dumbfounded expression.

“You don’t want to hear that from those who came without armor, do you?”

“Do we look underpowered?”

“That’s it…”

Jed blurted out.

A stalwart bison famous as a shaman before being a sheriff.

Even Black Dog, who defeated a group of fallen spirits with just one rifle.

Just thinking about the skills of the two of them, I could tell that they were enough to traverse the middle of the wilderness.

So it was.

The reason why Zed, who frowned at the strong bison’s repeated questions, looked behind him.

“I don’t know if it’s you or the lady there, but the nobleman behind him definitely seems lacking in ability?”

“….”

“….”

Compared to the strong bison who is a shaman or the black dog who is a gunman, why is that civilian who is corrupt and has no good armaments in the wilderness?

Listen to Jed’s sharp point.

The stalwart bison stiffened.

Black Dog made a strange expression.

However, the gray-haired man who actually heard the point was not shaken by Jed’s point.

After a tiring laugh.

I just said it in a mean way.

“Gathering a strong party is also a skill.”

“…In short, you have a lot of money?”

“Well I have no money, but it is true that my brides are rich.”

It’s as if you’re on tour.

With the blue bird on his head.

In the middle of Jed making an expression as if he was looking at trash while watching the white-haired man who was talking leisurely.

Limon said calmly.

“It’s nice to chat about things, but it’s dinnertime soon, so why don’t we talk about the rest after we eat?”

* * *

‘It’s an oddball.’

basking in the warmth of a campfire.

Jed thought involuntarily.

It wasn’t just Jed.

After collecting money-worthy parts by rummaging through countless corrupt spirits.

From those who were still in armor and wary of their surroundings to those who sat around a campfire and shared the warmth.

All five gunmen were thinking the same thing.

Whether you know their feelings or not.

Bake cheese over campfire.

Put it on bread with jerky.

The white-haired man he gave to the blue bird.

Limon suddenly opened his mouth about the bluebird, which began to ferociously peck at the bread.

“So what were you guys doing here?”

“…I would have said he was hunting.”

“Hmm, that’s amazing.”

“What is it that is strange?”

“That there were still reckless gunslingers out there hunting this deep in the wilderness.”

Like seeing a rare beast.

Hearing his smile, the strong bison that was grilling meat next to him made a subtle expression.

The canyon they are in is deep in the wilderness.

It was a place that even armored gunslingers couldn’t easily get to because normal means of transportation couldn’t be used to attract only corrupted spirits.

It was common to gather dozens of armored vehicles and bring an expeditionary force.

Even so, Zed confidently revealed the reason for their existence with only the last five armored vehicles.

“I have to risk my life not to share the gold with others.”

That moment.

Limon hesitated.

The more people accompanying you, the smaller the portion that falls on you.

It wasn’t because of Jed’s reckless words that only five people came here for more profit.

Because it was all too familiar to him.

“… Do you respect Sword and Billy?”

“Are there any gunslingers who don’t like Geomrang?”

“but.”

either before birth or after birth.

It seems like it reminded me of a fool who passed away after living a life like fireworks.

fed up

After laughing.

Limon brought out his whiskey.

Then he asked casually as he poured whiskey into a portable tin cup.

“So what are you going to do now?”

“As for the reward for helping us…”

“No, not that.”

“…What do you mean?”

“You guys, if you break up with us, will you be able to leave the wilderness safely?”

hear that

Jed’s face hardened.

In fact, it is true that they have exhausted almost all of their ammunition while catching a group of fallen spirits this time.

Even if you go the shortest distance to the nearest city, it will take several days, but until then, will you be able to survive in the wilderness infested with corrupted spirits?

Because I couldn’t be sure.

So it was.

Why did Jed ask a slightly sharper question?

“What do you mean by asking that?”

“I wanted to give you some help.”

“help?”

It’s like looking at a phone pal.

To Zed, who had suspicious eyes, Limon proposed leisurely.

“We are on our way to Indian Territory, so why don’t we go together?”

“To Indian Borough?”

The gunmen were startled.

Indian Territory is prohibited.

It was a place where non-Indians could not go near, let alone enter.

This is especially true for gunfighters who have been at odds with the Indians since the days of slave hunting in the distant past.

However, there was another person who was most surprised by the sudden proposal.

“Wait a minute, that’s…”

“Don’t be too strict, Sheriff. You don’t know when and what kind of spirit you’ll meet, but isn’t it better to have at least one companion?”

“…”

“Besides, this is also meant to be.”

It’s like I don’t know what you’re thinking.

Looking at Limon with complicated eyes, but looking at the strong bison who eventually shut up and silently agreed.

The gunmen exchanged glances.

And on behalf of them, Jed grinned and accepted the whiskey offered by Limon.

“The favor is gratefully received.”

* * *

In exchange for their lives, the gunmen act as escorts, and Limon’s party supplies them with ammunition.

After the companionship was established through that simple transaction.

To stand vigil in shifts.

First of all, pretending to sleep in the armor.

The gunmen, including Zed, secretly communicated using armored communication devices.

“…What are you going to do, brother?”

“Are you sure you want to go to Indian Territory?”

“Couldn’t idiots do that?”

One turn to click the tongue after listening to the empty-headed subordinates.

Jed lowered his voice.

“Didn’t you see it before? The thing about catching the fallen spirits with that rifle. It must be a very expensive magic ball. Maybe it’s an ancient spirit’s weapon.”

“That means…”

“Yes, it’s an opportunity to play.”

“…with Rushmore’s Tekken, would that be possible?”

The gunmen wore anxious faces.

The security departments of the wilderness are all talented in their own way.

Among them, the stalwart bison, a particularly famous shaman, was not to be looked down upon, no matter how armored he was.

However, unlike his subordinates, Jed snorted.

“Don’t be afraid, kids. No matter how much Rushmore’s iron fist is, if a bullet gets stuck in the back of the head, will it not work?”

Right now, as if they are not off guard, they mix each other and stand vigil, but if they accompany each other, chances will arise.

Zed, the leader of the gunmen.

No, to be precise, Janey, who was hiding her identity as Zed, had a sinister smile on her disguised face.

“Besides, if we do well, we might be able to use them for our work.”