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The man holding a double-barreled shotgun didn't hesitate at all.

There was nothing but cruelty in his eyes.

"The Flowing Fire Bandits... Huggins."

Lance's face darkened: "It's you!"

"So, does a random low-class person know my name?" Huggins seemed to want to laugh, but showed no interest in it. He pointed the muzzle of the double-barreled shotgun at the man in front of him.

The aura of a trainee-level knight. Among this group of caravans, only this guy is a little more difficult to deal with.

The other guys are all rotten fish and shrimps, not worth mentioning at all.

Outside the wilderness, there are more and more torches in the distance.

"Lan...Mr. Lance..." Germain's voice trembled.

Every torch is a bandit.

They are so densely packed that they almost obscure the distance.

A large bandit gang.

Has it actually reached this level?

Lance looked ahead calmly, his eyes colliding with Huggins.

The two people's eyes contacted each other.

Although there are more people on the other side, there is only one professional.

If I hold the opponent back and let Germain fight against these ordinary bandits, there shouldn't be much of a problem.

With this in mind, Lance slowly pulled out his long sword from his waist: "Germain."

"Yes... yes." Germain looked a little flustered at this moment.

"You go and protect Miss Champs. Leave it to me here."

Lance's resolute voice made Germain slowly calm down. He didn't even dare to look at Huggins in front of him, and staggered towards the carriage in the Champs Elysees.

Huggins withdrew his gaze.

The disdain is obvious.

"That's you..."

Huggins' prosthetic leg made a squeaking sound, the gear teeth turned, and sparks were produced in the night.

"Go to hell."

Boom!

Huggins' strong body flashed with spiritual energy, forming a terrifying arc in the dark night, with sparks flying all the way, allowing his black suit to hunt.

So fast!

His pupils dilated and Lance slashed his sword.

The Flowing Fire Bandits, Lance had heard of the name of this bandit.

Three years ago, they were quite famous in the entire southwest region. Their leader was a professional nicknamed "Treasure Hunter". It was said that he was very sensitive to finding treasures.

But the treasure here does not refer to the real treasure.

But a traveling caravan.

During that time, caravans in the southwestern region close to the border with human centers would rather spend a few more months going through official channels than take the risk of passing through this area.

But one day, the bandit suddenly disappeared.

It is said that they went to the Human Center. The information is not precise, but at least in St. Ann, Lance never heard from them again.

"It's a bit tricky for an order mage to learn gun martial arts." Lance thought, his fighting spirit forming a solid barrier.

At the same time, the palm of his right hand shone with a delicate luster.

"Weaponized...solidified."

In just a moment, Lance's right wrist seemed to be dyed with a layer of golden color, and it looked as strong as a rock from a distance.

Huggins' movement trace flashed across Lance's eyes. He took a deep breath and punched with his right hand.

Together with the fighting spirit and the weapon solidification technique, he punched out!

Amid the huge impact, the ground in the wilderness began to tremble.

The surrounding bandits, who were about to attack with muskets, stopped in unison and raised their horseshoes.

They looked at each other and took two cautious steps back.

This world is the world of extraordinary people. The extraordinary power mastered by professionals is irresistible to ordinary people.

Missed.

Looking at the smoke and dust in the distance, Lance took a deep breath.

A slight smell of gunpowder entered the nasal cavity.

Bang!

In the smoke and dust, a white light lit up.

"Flashbang!"

Then there were two gunshots.

Lance subconsciously used his right hand to resist. In an instant, the terrifying impact pushed the middle-aged man directly into the carriage behind him. The huge carriage collapsed, revealing the cargo inside.

"Captain Lance!"

"Captain Lance!"

The surrounding guards looked solemn, and the atmosphere of the whole scene was extremely depressing.

"I've always hated knights. In my opinion, what's the difference between those weapons and a turtle's shell?"

The gear teeth turned, and Huggins walked out of the smoke. He threw two small mechanical devices in his left hand, and put the black double-barreled shotgun upside down on his shoulder in his right hand.

In the carriage, a man's cough could be heard.

Captain Lance is okay!

This was the surprising thought of the surrounding guards.

On the carriage.

"Miss Champs, don't worry, we will definitely survive."

Germaine's face turned pale and he could hardly maintain his grace.

Champs took a deep breath and looked worriedly at the middle-aged knight who came out of the smoke.

Champs and Germaine are different.

Although Germain is a quasi-level knight, he is a standard academic.

He has no actual combat experience at all, and Champs knows this all too well.

Extraordinaries without actual combat experience are more than capable of dealing with ordinary people, but once they encounter more ferocious enemies, they will naturally end up in this situation.

"Great God of Glory, please protect Champs Elysees."

Champs' pure face was filled with piety.

"I want to save the family..."

"I want to live."

Germaine turned his head and did not hear Champs' murmur. At this moment, he squeezed out a forced smile: "No...it's okay, Miss Champs, I will definitely...I will protect you."

The wind in the wilderness is very cold.

This is even more true now.

Lance raised his right hand. The bullet just now broke through his battle energy barrier and even destroyed the weapon solidification in his right hand.

The opponent's double-barreled shotgun is a type of shotgun. The closer it is, the more terrifying power it can emit.

Logically speaking, one should avoid close combat.

but……

Lance is a knight!

Close combat is also his strength.

He held his fist and raised it again.

In the previous battle, Lance had roughly estimated the level of his opponent.

There is not much difference in the total amount of energy between the two of them, and if they are fighting in close quarters at the same time, I will never suffer a loss.

Even if you are a construction mage who has practiced gun martial arts, you are still a mage!

The extraordinary strength brought to the knight's physique makes it absolutely impossible to lose!

Lance's eyes were serious and he gave a sharp shout.

if only……

Bang!

At this moment, Lance's eyes were wide open, a little in disbelief.

In the distance, Huggins showed a ferocious smile and spat casually.

"You don't think it's one-on-one now, do you?"

From the carriage in the center of the rear, a huge explosion sounded.

From the center of the explosion, a small man wearing the same uniform as Huggins walked out. But instead of his body, his right leg was incomplete and replaced with a prosthetic leg of the same style as Huggins.

In his hand, a chain flashing with electric light swung, tightly wrapping around Germaine's head.

"Come on, come on, dear brother, Larsa."

"Yes, my dear brother."

The little man had a ferocious complexion and looked very similar to Huggins.

"you!"

Lance's eyes were bloodshot and his muscles were completely bulging.

"Are you the second in command of the thieves?"

"No, no, no..." the little man shook his free finger jokingly: "We are the bosses of the Flowing Fire Bandits. From the beginning to the end, the bosses are two people. [Treasure Hunters]...actually should be called [Treasure Hunters Brothers]

Woolen cloth."