A few alchemy warheads accurately shot into the flames. A few seconds later, the fire extinguished, and a dull sound came, followed by several more corpses falling lifelessly to the ground.
Palmer walked out from the corner, closely following behind Bologue, his revolver lowered. He ignored the bodies strewn across the ground, appearing deep in thought.
This was not a good time for contemplation, but both of them were adept at multitasking.
As Bologue breached the iron door and charged into the next area, Palmer shared his thoughts.
"Not bad... although a bit strange, but not bad." As he spoke, he nodded his head.
Passing through the broken iron door, Palmer stood at a high vantage point. Below, in the empty field, Bologue was already engaged in battle with several Shield Guards. After dealing with numerous mercenaries, they finally faced some decent opponents.
"A Negative Power User, two Prayer Believers, is this all they have?"
