Extraordinary in Reality Through Magic Games

358: Chapter 350 Me? I am their MarshalDamu didn’t know the status of his team members in the bushes behind him; he only needed to look back to be sure.

However, as simple as that action was, he found himself unable to perform it.

The pressure on his body was still slowly increasing, having almost surpassed the limits of what an ordinary human physique could endure.

Damu’s eyes were bloodshot, his vision a wash of red, and from time to time, a crisp ’crack’ sounded from his body—the sound of breaking bones.

Blood was also gushing out of his nasal cavity, making it difficult for him to breathe.

The torture lasted for a full three minutes.

Damu didn’t make a sound, nor did anyone in the bushes behind him.

Humans have their limits after all; both of them were on the verge of collapsing. Their thoughts grew blurry and their minds muddled, as if their souls were leaving their bodies to drift far away, only to be dragged back to reality by the omnipresent pain.

Just as they thought they were going to die like this, the heavy pressure on their bodies suddenly vanished.

”Hahaha... interesting, so interesting!” The figure high in the sky laughed wildly. ”I heard the sound of bones breaking one hundred and eighty-eight times, yet I didn’t hear a single scream from you.”

”Hey, who exactly trained you?”

Damu remained silent, swallowing the blood in his mouth and gesturing behind him with his right hand.

[Prepare to attack.]

Both he and his teammate knew that escaping was a pipe dream. Since death was certain, they had to at least bite off a piece of the enemy’s flesh. If the enemy was too tough, they would bite until it hurt.

In short, they couldn’t go down for nothing!

Damu tried to move his arm. The sensation of broken bones tearing through muscle flooded his mind, and his breathing nearly stopped.

After a long while, he finally endured it. Suppressing the urge to gasp for air, he used his still-movable right hand to pull the sniper rifle at his side forward.

An action that would have been perfectly ordinary on any other day almost cost him his life now.

Intense pain ravaged his mind, and Damu’s consciousness blurred. Ultimately, he overcame it through sheer willpower and did not faint.

Once he was slightly more lucid, he continued pulling the sniper rifle toward him.

With every tug, he would feel dizzy for several seconds.

After more than ten minutes of effort, he finally pulled the sniper rifle in front of him, into a position where he could aim and fire.

However, trouble arose again.

His left arm had completely lost function and lay limp on the ground. He still had feeling in his legs, but when he tried to stand up, all he got in response was a slight twitch in his thighs.

Therefore, he couldn’t lift the sniper rifle to point the muzzle at the sky.

What should he do?

Damu’s mind raced as his eyes scanned left and right, hoping to find something that could help.

Suddenly, he felt his ankle being grabbed and turned his head with difficulty.

His teammate’s face was covered in blood, but Damu didn’t find it odd—he was the same. What confused him were the many irregular wounds on the teammate’s face, seemingly cut by blunt objects.

Damu was certain they weren’t there when they set out.

Without explaining, the teammate gave him a wide grin, then pressed his forehead against the ground and used his legs to push himself into a crouch.

Looking at the teammate’s two arms hanging naturally by his sides, swaying back and forth with his movements, Damu roughly guessed how the wounds had come about.

The teammate crouched there, swaying for a good while, shook his head, and then bit by bit shuffled in front of him.

Damu took a deep breath to gather his strength. When he felt ready, he clenched his teeth and lifted the sniper rifle with one hand, resting it on the teammate’s shoulder.

The magic guidance sniper rifle was not light, and the teammate’s body sank under the weight.

I can do this.

He encouraged himself, slowly standing up until he felt the muzzle was roughly aimed at the figure in the sky.

Damu knew his teammate couldn’t hold out for long and immediately pressed his right eye to the scope.

The crosshairs drifted across the night sky for a moment before successfully locking onto that slender figure.

”Phew—” Adjusting his breathing, Damu controlled the magic guidance sniper rifle’s storage Core to output mana.

This shot was destined to be unable to cause much damage.

The magic guidance sniper rifle’s ability to threaten High-tier Professionals relied on a sniper array.