Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

He always concealed his whereabouts when distributing firearms in the neighborhood, never posing as a church bishop—yet he was still discovered. Who was it?

Obsidian tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his brain racing.

How to do?

Was this person in front of me testing me, or did he genuinely want to buy a gun?

In any case, we can't let him leave empty-handed, otherwise if he goes back and tells the man in black that he refused the deal, the man will definitely become suspicious.

We must first keep him calm, then secretly follow him and find out who seems to be plotting against us!

Thinking of this, a gentle smile appeared on Obsidian's face:

"Sure. But we need to sign a contract guaranteeing that the origin of the firearms will not be disclosed to anyone."

He stood up, walked to his desk, and took a piece of parchment from the drawer.

That was a contract.

The document was covered with densely written terms and conditions, witnessed by the Primal and the Demon of the Gun, to ensure that his information would not be leaked.

Obsidian pushed the contract in front of Theodore, a faint smile playing on his lips:

"Sign it, and you'll get the gun."

Theodore looked down at the contract, then looked up and smiled slightly:

Why go through all that trouble?

Obsidian was stunned.

Theodore raised his right hand, fingers together, and placed it in front of his chest:

"By the name of the Supreme Judge Villette—"

"I will abide by the pact with the Demon of the Gun and will never reveal that the Obsidian Bishop is the Demon of the Gun!"

"Bang--!!!"

The moment Theodore finished speaking, a gunshot rang out!

He was shot right in the forehead, his eyes widened, and his body fell straight backward, crashing to the floor with a dull thud.

Obsidian stood rooted to the spot, staring at the still-convulsing corpse on the ground, trembling with rage.

Damn!

Damn it, damn it, damn it!

Vilette should be looking over now!

"Damn it!!!"

He gritted his teeth and growled in a low voice.

Everyone who knows that the Gun Demon has possessed them has signed a contract with the Gun Demon. If they try to speak out, their brains will be shattered by bullets—that's how Liu Ruyan died, most likely due to Sylvia's interrogation.

So, who bypassed the contract to spread this message?

But how does Theodore know about the Devil of the Gun?!

Obsidian couldn't figure it out, and he didn't have time to think about it anymore.

run!

Must run!

He hurriedly packed his valuables, kicked open the door, rushed into the corridor, and ran wildly toward the church hall!

As long as he escapes the church, as long as he escapes into the underground city, as long as he reaches that place, he still has a chance!

however,

The moment he rushed into the church hall, he froze.

The hall was quiet.

The benches were arranged neatly, the candles on the candlesticks were still burning, and the statue of the Amber God emitted a faint glow in the candlelight.

Only one person was leaning against the gate.

He was a young man dressed in a pristine white knight's uniform.

He had short red hair, handsome features, and a faint smile on his lips. His left hand rested casually on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and his eyes were lightly closed, as if he were dozing.

Sensing Obsidian's arrival, he opened his eyes.

Those eyes were clear and bright, like mountain streams or stars in the night sky:

"The flowers are in full bloom and the moon is bright tonight, and the bishop is still awake. Shall we go out together to admire the moon?"

The legendary swordsman of our time, wielding the "Temperance" card—

Sword Saint Karen.

Chapter 57, Curtain Call

Why was it him who came?!

Why did he arrive so quickly?

Before the Obsidian Bishop could think, a deep voice sounded behind him:

"Moon-gazing is elegant, but before that—please invite the bishop to sit in the Supreme Court."

Obsidian suddenly turned around.

A middle-aged man wearing a heavy robe was walking slowly from the other end of the corridor.

"Justice" Violet de Claire.

"After all, the bishop killed Theodore. If he doesn't come to court to claim his reward, who will uphold justice in the future?"

Villette smiled and gripped the scepter in her hand.

Obsidian stood rooted to the spot, his body ice-cold—two legends had blocked all his paths; there was no escape.

"Let's make a deal."

The voice of the Demon of Guns echoed in his mind, cold and hoarse, like a whisper from the depths of hell.

"trade……"

Obsidian gritted his teeth, squeezing out the words through his clenched teeth.

"As long as there's a trade, there's still a chance to survive..."

…………

The next second, Obsidian's body began to crack, and countless gun barrels gushed out of the wounds!

That once gentle face is now completely distorted and deformed, leaving only a demonic face cast from metal!

The Demon of Guns has descended!

"They finally agreed to come out."

Karen smiled slightly and placed her left hand on the hilt of her sword.

But the instant he drew the "holy sword"—

The entire church hall came to a standstill!

The candlelight stopped flickering, the dust floating in the air froze in mid-air, and the guns that had sprung from the Obsidian Bishop seemed to be held down by an invisible hand, ceasing their growth!

"control"!

Gun Demon looked down at his body, raised his hand, aimed at Karen, and pulled the trigger.

"Click".

A hollow sound.

“Your Honorable Judge,” Karen said with a composed smile, slowly raising the holy sword in her hand, “would you care to leave the execution to me?”

"Do whatever you want, but don't be reckless."

Villette stood at the end of the corridor, raised her hand, and the golden shadow of the courthouse appeared and disappeared behind her.

Immediately afterwards, countless chains stretched out from the void, wrapping around its limbs, its torso, and every gun barrel on its body!

Then, Karen took a small step forward.

"Zheng—!"

A flash of sword light.

Gun Demon's body exploded instantly, a thin crack appeared in his waist, and then his upper body slid down limply, black blood gushing out, mixed with metal fragments dripping onto the floor!

"The first sword strike is the punishment of being cut in half at the waist."

Karen sheathed her sword and remained standing in the same spot, as if she had never moved.

"This sword is for the 36,545 suffering compatriots in Gospel City."

The gun demon staggered to its feet, raising its hand to retaliate—

Villette's chains tightened suddenly, digging into her flesh and soul!

The intense pain made it open its mouth, trying to roar, but no sound came out!

"Don't expect to die too easily—you slaughtered millions of lives. If you don't suffer a thousand cuts and all sorts of tortures, how can you appease the people's hearts?" Sword Saint Karen raised his right hand with a cold smile. "The second sword is for the 26,013 victims of BH City in the Kingdom of High Heaven."

This time, the sword light slashed from the side, severing its left arm.

The gun barrel fell to the ground with a crisp metallic clang!

Gun Demon crawled backward on one hand. His body, which could normally recover quickly, was suppressed to its limit within the domain of "Moderation"!

"The third sword."

Karen took another step.

This time, the sword light aimed straight for its left eye!

Gun Demon gritted his teeth and suddenly raised his hand, but he couldn't keep up with the opponent's reaction. He was instantly blinded in one eye, and then the sword light deflected, taking away a large patch of scalp!

"Next is the fourth sword—"