"Ptoo." Qi Suian spat out a glob of writhing, bloody spittle. The glob floated back in mid-air and reabsorbed into his body.
Every member of the Eternal United States's Fifth Hunting Squad had been killed by Qi Suian.
All that was left was the simple matter of cleanup.
"AI Brain, how many zombies are left?" Qi Suian asked.
He'd figured it out by now. Between the protagonist's halo and home-field advantage, the Floating Cannons weren't going to be enough to kill him.
Only Qi Suian, who also possessed a protagonist's halo, could actually kill the man. Otherwise, not even a Destructive Sacred Object would guarantee a kill.
After all, abilities like attracting good fortune, avoiding calamity, and turning disaster into opportunity weren't just for show.
[Three hundred. Are you planning to besiege the protagonist?]
"Correct. The Floating Cannons have been firing all this time and haven't killed him. We can't drag this out."
