Chapter 508: Magic Crystal Pistol

"Lord Sharman! Lord Sharman—don't leave me behind!"

Henry Baldwin managed to break free from the shackles of the spider web, and ran towards Sharman, begging him to take him with him for transmission.

However, Sharman didn't glance at him from the beginning to the end, and the beam of teleportation light shot up into the sky, making Baldwin jump into the air.

"Damn bastard!"

Extremely disappointed, Baldwin cursed Sharman for being selfish and cruel, but the sound of footsteps behind him made him realize that cursing could not save his life, so he ran away in a hurry.

Clark looked at Baldwin's embarrassed back, shook his head and sneered, and strode after him.

There are only two exits in this cellar, one of which is blocked by Joan, and the other is blocked by an iron door. Even if Baldwin has wings, he will never be able to escape.

At the same time that Clark was chasing Baldwin, Joan had already released the second "spider web technique", restraining all the guards guarding the cellar exit to ensure that they would not come to get in the way.

These guards are just bodyguards hired by Baldwin. They may not have participated in the immoral things done by their employers in private. Joan doesn't want to waste his spells to kill them. Live Henry Baldwin as the culprit.

Joan turned around and saw Clark's tall figure, and chased after him.

Before he took two steps, he heard a gunshot, and Clark's tall body swayed, and the footsteps chasing Baldwin also stopped, as if he had been shot.

Qiao An's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly chased after him.

Sure enough, Clark squatted behind a stone house where centaurs were imprisoned, with his left hand covering his right shoulder, and traces of blood seeped out from between his fingers.

"Mr. Hainier, is the injury serious?"

"I'm fine, it's just that my shoulder was scratched a little by the bullet." The frost giant smiled in pain, "That guy Baldwin, his marksmanship is really bad, he can't even hit a target as big as me, so he is not a Good hunter."

Joan stood on tiptoe, looked up at the frost giant's shoulder injury, and felt relieved after confirming that it was really just a scratch.

At this moment, Clark suddenly pulled him, Joan staggered and almost hit the stone wall.

Just when he was surprised, gunshots came from his ears, and a lead bullet passed by his side.

Joan cast a grateful glance at Clark, then turned to look where the bullet came from.

With the help of "dark vision" blessed by prosthetic eyes, he could clearly see Henry Baldwin hiding at the corner of the stable, using piles of hay as a cover, peeping here from time to time, holding a strangely shaped short gun tightly in his hand.

"Mr. Hainier, what kind of weapon is Baldwin holding in his hand? It looks like a gun, but it is different from common shotguns and rifles."

"Brother Joan, you are asking the right person!" The frost giant's eyes flashed with a strange brilliance, "That fellow Baldwin is holding a 'Magic Crystal Revolver', which is smaller than ordinary firearms and is convenient to use." It is carried in a pocket and can be operated with one hand, so it is called a 'pistol'."

"The structure of this weapon is very delicate. Have you seen the rotating wheel installed behind the barrel? It's actually a pistol magazine, which can hold up to 6 rounds of bullets and can shoot continuously."

Joan nodded suddenly, another question popped up in his mind.

"Mr. Hainier, are you familiar with this weapon?"

"It's really familiar." The frost giant sighed. "This kind of weapon is relatively rare in our New World, but it is very popular in the Far East of the Old World. Most of the senior officers of the Coras Corps wear a revolver. It can be used not only as a weapon for self-defense, but also as a status symbol.”

"During my travels in the Old Continent two years ago, I had some contact with the current 'Prince of the Far East', Roland Kolas... Forget it, now is not the time to revisit these old events, let's talk about Henry Baldwin."

"The revolver in that guy's hand was probably purchased through a Far East trader. The gun is a good gun, but it's a pity that it fell into the hands of a villain like Baldwin. I'm afraid he used it to kill innocent people indiscriminately."

Holding the corner of the wall, Joan carefully probed out to observe Baldwin's hiding place.

Baldwin also happened to poke his head out to spy this way, and the moment the two people's eyes met, Joan quickly shrank his head and hid behind the wall.

In the next second, a gunshot rang out, and a bullet hit the corner of the wall, splashing a large amount of gravel and dust.

"This gun is quite powerful, we have to find a way to rush out." Clark touched his bald head and asked Joan: "Brother, can you still cast that spell that is specially used to resist arrows and bullets today?"

Joan can still use the "power of myth" to cast the "Arrow Barrier", which can indeed reduce the damage of bullets, but after a little thought, he decided to use another spell to break the deadlock, and opened the spelling material bag, and took out a two-inch long small shovel from it.

Seeing him playing with the model shovel that looked like a child's toy, Clark scratched his head wonderingly, unable to figure out what Joan was trying to do.

"Mr. Hainier, later I will cast a spell to lock Henry Baldwin into a pit. You take the opportunity to rush over and subdue him as soon as possible while he falls into the deep pit and has no time to shoot."

"Oh? There's still this kind of spell, well, I'll listen to you!"

Clark flexed his hands and feet, bent his knees, and got ready to start a sprint.

Joan held the small shovel in his left hand, and skillfully made a series of spell-casting gestures with his right hand. The magic mesh threads distributed randomly in the surrounding space were disturbed, and quickly formed a circular spell configuration, following the direction of his fingers toward Baldwin. The hiding place moved, quietly surrounding Baldwin who was unaware.

"Unqué!"

Joan finally spat out a Quenya spell representing "sag", and the small shovel in his hand burst into golden light, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

At the same time, the spell configuration that had been placed under Baldwin's feet in advance was infused with magic power and transformed into a shaft with a diameter of 10 feet and a depth of 20 feet.

The trap created by the 2nd level "pit making technique" is actually a demiplane with an opening, which has nothing to do with the hardness of the ground in reality.

At this moment, all Baldwin's thoughts were on thinking about how to save his life. He never imagined that the stone floor under his feet would suddenly turn into a deep well, and he fell down involuntarily, screaming and falling to the bottom of the well. Jin Xing and the magic crystal pistol also flew out.

Hearing Baldwin's screams, Clark rushed out without hesitation. He came to the shaft in two or three steps, and looked down. In the dark trap, Baldwin was crouching at the bottom of the shaft with his head in his arms, moaning in pain.