Pirate: My Piltover technology is far ahead!

Chapter 11 You call this thing a sniper rifle?

"What is this thing?!"

The agent whose legs were trapped realized the danger, but was unable to put up any effective resistance.

The World Government is a large organization, consisting of CP1 to CP9, plus the special CP0. They have a huge group of agents, but not every agent is dedicated to combat.

The CP0 agents in white suits are undoubtedly among the strongest, even known as the shield of the Celestial Dragons, but such agents do not appear in this hunting game, at least they do not have to act as hounds.

These agents were undoubtedly among the lowest ranks, their combat capabilities only surpassing Spandam, the ultimate figure, making them part of the grunts of the agent ranks.

Although he has undergone combat training, is proficient in firearms, and is loyal enough to the Celestial Dragons, he is still just a mortal.

They're good at bullying the unarmed, but it's hard to say what will happen if a real crisis occurs.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and open it for me!!"

The metal petals had already torn his flesh, and the pain made him struggle desperately, but no one dared to help him. The purple halo swirling beneath the petals looked anything but good.

boom!

A gunshot rang out from behind the agent, and Erladin mercilessly shot and killed the man who had stepped into the trap.

"Stop talking so much nonsense, it's so noisy."

"Holy Lord Eladin, you..."

The remaining agents were startled. They wanted to say something, but were worried about becoming the next one, and didn't even dare to touch their dead colleagues.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally withdrew.

"You foolish wretch, using such inferior tools to hinder my progress! I don't want the points for a one-hit kill; I'm going to torture him properly!"

In the eyes of the Celestial Dragons, rebellion is a grave crime of disrespect. Rather than what the trap means, Erladin cares more about this attitude and has no intention of turning back.

Perhaps in his eyes, the lotus flower was just an ordinary animal trap.

Not to mention Erladin, even Ivankov and the others didn't understand what was going on. Although one of the guards had been killed, it was the Celestial Dragons who did it themselves.

"Orlan, your device seems to be malfunctioning. What should we do next?"

"Malfunction? My work wouldn't make such a basic mistake. Not to mention me, even that guy Kada Jin wouldn't have any problems. His pursuit of art in this area is a bit pathological."

Kada Jhin, the Virtuoso, views killing as an art. Oran participated in the hunt for him, and these things were researched from the weapons captured.

These lotus traps are the tools that Jin uses to complete his art. For a morbid "artist," his art of killing cannot afford to be flawed.

Oran went a step further, as he never minded learning from others' strengths to compensate for his own weaknesses.

Especially these external objects, since power itself is neither right nor wrong. Whether it's a glimmer or a Hextech Core, the key is how it's used.

For example, when Oran stepped on the lotus trap, he extended the fuse of the explosion. If people around him went to rescue him, it would have a greater effect.

However, Oran ultimately underestimated the Celestial Dragons' limits.

boom!

After a considerable delay, the lotus trap detonated as scheduled, and in a series of instantaneous explosions.

Traps can be triggered by stomping, timed triggers, or manual detonation; there are many ways to trigger them. The blooming of the first lotus is just the beginning. Once the location is determined, mechanical lotuses in the canyon begin to bloom one after another.

Purple smoke instantly filled the surrounding area, explosions tore flesh apart, and the anesthetic in the lotus began to take effect.

"Protect Saint Eradin!"

"Eladin, there's an ambush! Run!"

In order to capture them alive, the amount of explosives in the lotus trap was reduced and the trap was not set up too densely, otherwise it would have been enough to wipe them all out.

There are still a few agents left, but they dare not run away. If they die here, only they will die, but if something happens to Erladin, their whole family will suffer.

However, Erladin did not listen to these people at all. Unlike the Celestial Dragons who wore glass masks, Erladin was used to wearing a gas mask, which filtered the air and prevented the inhalation of harmful gases. By chance, he managed to avoid these anesthetics.

Moreover, he himself was not a simple waste like those ordinary Celestial Dragons. At this moment, Erladin also realized that this was not a tool for Kuma to stop him, but a premeditated trap.

"Get out of the way! A bunch of useless trash. How could these lowly commoners get their hands on explosives? The Navy is getting more and more useless."

boom!

Before Erladin could finish speaking, another loud bang rang in his ears. The agent who had just been yelling for Erladin to run away was now only left with his lower body. His upper body seemed to have vanished into thin air, with only the remaining bloodstains proving that he had once been a whole person.

"Bastards. Bastards who dared to let these guys' filthy blood splatter on me."

The goggles of the mask were stained red; anger almost clouded Erratin's judgment at that moment, but the attack would not stop there.

boom!

Another explosion rang out, blasting a large crater in the ground. At the same time, the last agent standing next to Erladin collapsed.

"This is it, you damned wretch, just you wait!"

The agent's death did not frighten him. Erladin drew his weapons, holding a knife in each hand, and ran in the direction from which the sound came.

Meanwhile, on a hilltop not far away, a group of people were staring blankly at Oran.

"What's wrong? Haven't you ever seen a sniper? Why use swords when guns can solve the problem?"

Regardless of the reasons why those agents worked for the Celestial Dragons, once they landed on this island and began to act as their accomplices, they were essentially no different from the Celestial Dragons. Therefore, Oran showed no mercy whatsoever.

"No. You call this thing a gun?"

The technology on the high seas is quite skewed; flintlock muskets that fire round projectiles in rapid succession are a mainstream weapon.

Although there are many self-proclaimed snipers on the high seas, they rely on their marksmanship rather than equipment advantages; scopes are rare equipment on the open ocean.

Looking at the massive gun Oran carried on his shoulder, the muzzle as thick as a fist, Ivankov simply couldn't equate it with sniping.

"Single shot, one hit kill, that's obviously a sniper rifle."

"What kind of lame joke is this, Oran? Watch out!!"

"Found you, you cowardly coward!"

As they spoke, Erladin burst out of the smoke from the canyon below, his blade gleaming coldly, and slashed at Oran without hesitation.

According to Erladin's understanding, someone who only plays with guns from a distance must have very weak close combat skills. As long as he can get close to him, he can easily grab him and then let him experience the wrath of the Celestial Dragons.

Seeing the unexpected situation, Ivankov and his companions were about to go and help when they discovered that Erladin's weapon was firmly held in mid-air.

Before anyone knew it, Oran also had two sharp blades in his hands.

"You've misunderstood something else. I never said I couldn't use a knife."

(End of this chapter)