In the night.
"Boom!"
An explosion sounded, Richard detonated the Magic Salt, neatly and efficiently taking care of another Black Robed Man who was intercepting him, then turned his head to look around.
The night was densely filled, with numerous Black Robed Men continuously gathering, their numbers growing more and more.
Tilting his head slightly, he looked in a distant direction and murmured to himself, "It should be about time. With this much time, as long as nothing unexpected happens, Gro and the others should be able to break through successfully. So, it's time for me to leave too."
After murmuring to himself, Richard's hand flipped, and the Magic Gun reappeared in his hand. He loaded a new drum of Shellless Magic Bullets and pulled the trigger, fiercely spraying a barrage at the gathering Black Robed Men.
"Bang bang bang!"
Immediately, a metallic storm whipped up around him!
