The Strongest Gun Magus: I Cast Bullet!-Chapter 78: Return of That Thief

Six Order of Snow magi ran down the street, stopping when they saw the five magi from Order of Winter. With Reynard on the Winter side, the forces became even.

Both sides were mostly Albedo magi of various stages, with nobody being on the Final Cycle yet besides the two leaders: Comte, leader of the Winter squad, and a female magus from the Order of Snow chasers.

Reynard recognized her because she had a really nice figure, which she, for some reason, almost hid under thick robes. And her name was Sabine.

The street was wide enough for carriages to ride by, or for five people to stand shoulder-to-shoulder. It was almost wide enough for such a large fight. Almost.

"Traitor! Murderer!" Sabine shouted, pointing a finger at Reynard. "Are you going to protect him, Winter scum? Don’t expect mercy, then! Master Norton will be avenged!"

"The harsh frost favors the strong. Accept your defeat and serve us, or say goodbye to your skin!" replied Comte. He pointed his finger at the Snow magi. "Frenn, Dalar, don’t let them escape!"

Two magi from his squad nodded and began climbing on the rooftops of the nearby houses.

"Don’t let them! Ardian, Morlen, block them! The rest, spread out!" Sabine shouted.

Both sides began casting spells, sending waves of frost at each other and retaliating with ice shields. Almost immediately, a blizzard of snow and cold mist had covered half of the street, making it hard to see the enemy. Comte stopped giving commands, being too busy with casting spells.

Reynard and Marien both cast Spirit Armor on themselves and exchanged glances. Reynard nodded toward a nearby roof, and Marien grinned.

In two leaps, they climbed over to the rooftop, where someone’s spell immediately caught their feet and tried to freeze them to the ground. Reynard melted them both free with a pair of Fire Bolts.

The main street was constantly peppered with attacks, but from the rooftops, the view was much better, although the fighting was happening here as well. In the distance, Reynard saw a pair of Final Cycle Nigredo magi from the Order of Snow joining the fight, too.

The arsenal of magic from both sides was almost the same—both orders depended on Frost Lore magic, because it was their best, and almost ignored other Lores.

’I’m shocked that Marien isn’t bored to death by this war already, if this is how they always are,’ Reynard thought.

But she looked very excited as she prepared her favorite Seeking Lightning spell and released it at a magus who thought he was safe behind his frost shield.

The lightning zig-zagged around and hit him in the back, breaking his concentration and making a hole in the ranks that was quickly used by the Winter magi.

With a loud crash, an entire avalanche of magical ice poured from the sky at the Snow magi on the street, burying them underneath.

Saving his bullets for later, Reynard instead grew a Thornshooter nearby, directing it to spit thorns at anyone who turned their eyes toward his and Marien’s position. With the remaining mana, he settled on sending Fire Bolts at the enemy, distracting them for Marien to finish them off.

It was effective enough, despite their spells not dealing enough damage to kill on their own. And the Spirit Armor spells protected them from any retaliation the Snow magi were able to conjure.

More Winter magi rushed into the fight from the side streets—the reserve forces that Comte expected to appear. It was one of the reasons he was so sure of his victory.

Although the pair of magi was in the middle Cycles of Albedo, their sudden appearance was enough to bring down the morale of the Snow magi. Shouting in panic and miscasting their spells, three of them began to run away.

"We got them!" Marien shouted and jumped to a roof closer to the Snow magi’s positions. "Don’t let them run away!"

"Hey, be careful! More of them might be coming!" Reynard called out, then cursed under his breath and followed.

In front of him, Marien made a graceful leap off the roof, holding a bolt of lightning in her hand.

"Hyaaaa!"

She slammed her landing right on the back of a fleeing magus and smashed the lightning bolt into his head. Nearby, another magus staggered away from the sight, gaping in shock and terror.

Reynard jumped off the roof much less gracefully, pointing a revolver—not a golden one—at the man.

BANG!

The magus fell with a hole where his eye was.

Although less deadly than his 15mm golden gun, the ordinary revolvers could still kill well enough under the right circumstances.

Both Reynard and Marien turned to the last escaping magus, but before they could finish him, an ice owl swooped at Marien from the sky.

"Gah!"

She batted at the fierce bird with her hands, but it refused to relent until Reynard shot it twice.

Only then did Marien throw it off herself, finishing it with a bolt of fire.

But by then, the last magus had time to join two more that appeared on the street.

Reynard squinted his eyes at the newcomers and wondered inwardly when the Order of Snow would have enough today. The front magus was Final Cycle Albedo, which spelled trouble. The other one was in the middle Cycles.

And in their chase, Marien and Reynard moved some distance away from the rest of the fighting. Although the Order of Winter was already finishing up with their part of the enemies, they were doing it a couple of streets away.

Reynard could hear the blasts and the shouts, but he didn’t expect any reinforcements to arrive within the next few minutes, at least.

Marien gasped.

"It’s him, love! The bastard who tried to steal our sun cakes!"

"Yours? Steal? You lying whore, I will crush all your bones this time!" Kunrad shouted, raising his hands into a combat stance. "Joen, whoever-you-are, get rid of the traitor. The wench is mine!"

Reynard’s eyes widened, then narrowed as he glared at Kunrad.

"Don’t worry, my princess. I will avenge you!"