Freeman calmly watched the surge of magic.�Like Gunner, a ballistics expert, he was already aware of the fact that the hitting point was slightly off.

Freeman raised his two guns and put his index finger on the trigger.�The opponent wouldn�t even be able to maintain fly magic.�It was safe to think of her as an ordinary girl now.

pop!

At that moment, a powerful shock hit Freeman�s temple.�For the first time, emotion showed on his face.

doubts and wonders.

Clearly, the flame strike was 10 meters away from the point of impact.�But why is it that he can come as a shock to himself?

The thought was over there.�Freeman, hit in the vitals, fell to the ground with a thud.�His sprawled face began to burn.

�Marsha����.�

Amy, who struggled to cling to the tree and came down to the ground, eventually couldn�t stand it and hit her butt.

The fatigue was great.�It was a state of mental exhaustion more than ordinary people worked all night for four days.

However, the adventure, like gambling, had succeeded, so the mood was not too bad.

�omg!�omg!�done.�I won.�

In Amy�s last attack, the range of sniper mode was actually less than 100 meters.�

If Freeman hadn�t approached, the flame strike would have disappeared before reaching its target.

But Freeman rushed and it was a failure.�Amy, who gave up the distance of 200 meters, tried with her remaining mental strength, and it was a four-way breakaway type.

It hit Freeman by changing its trajectory to the zone that holds only flame strikes.

In this way, the attack cannot be avoided with 3% anti-magic.�

If he had thrown a stone so far, it was the same reason as holding it in his hand and hitting him this time.

�Anyway, I�m glad we won.�If I had died, I would have been too embarrassed to go to heaven.�

Because the battle between his friends was in full swing, he didn�t even have time to recover.�Amy slouched down on her back as she took hard steps toward her cliff.

* * *

Freeman�s face was on fire.�But he didn�t even groan.

From the moment he regained consciousness from the pain of the burns, there was only one thought in his head.

�I have to go to Marsha.�

Amy�s flames constantly burned her skin, but Freeman�s body was also repairing cells at the same speed.

At the crossroads of pain and rest, neither alive nor dead, Freeman recalled his childhood days with Marsha.

�uh?�it�s freeman�Cowardly Freeman.�

�Let�s look at eyebrows Freeman!�won�t you cry soon?�I mean cry!�

Freeman was always a joke.�because he was a coward

Of course, no one is born a coward.�He thought his severely slanted eyebrows were to blame for everything. JrNovels.com