The Strongest Gun Magus: I Cast Bullet!-Chapter 19: When a Gun Doesn’t Solve a Problem, Bring More Guns

Chapter 19: When a Gun Doesn’t Solve a Problem, Bring More Guns

A bullet hit the boar’s side. Boiling blood spurted from the wound, and the Forge-Boar squealed in rage and pain.

The beast stumbled and fell, skidding another pace forward with its inertia.

Then, with eyes burning with rage and pain, the Forge-Boar rose to its feet.

Reynard paled.

’Shit! This only made it angrier!’

Compared to the size of the boar, his bullets were tiny. Most of the shot’s impact was absorbed by the boar’s thick hide and dense muscles.

Reynard stepped back. He threw off his cloak and threw aside the discharged gun.

From the bandolier on his chest, he pulled two more guns instead.

The Forge-Boar let out an elbow-long plume of flame and charged forward.

"Squeeeee!"

"Eat lead!"

BANG!

Even with Reynard’s left hand, it was hard to miss a target of the Forge-Boar’s size.

The shots went into its chest and front leg, and the boar stumbled again. But it never stopped moving.

Reynard threw the discharged guns to the ground and got two more.

BANG!

His shots interrupted another charge of the boar. The beast paused only five paces away from Reynard. Steam and blood were covering it, but it was still moving!

He made another step back and almost stumbled upon the fallen tree. There was nowhere else to retreat.

Reynard raised two more pistols and tried to aim better. The boar’s head was too large to miss, but it was partially covered by the smoke and steam coming from the beast.

BANG!

The Forge-Boar lunged forward with unexpected speed. One of the shorts aimed for its nose only grazed the beast’s thick skull; the second hit the boar right in the forehead...

And even that didn’t kill it, but merely stunned it for another moment.

"Oh, for fucks—!"

Reynard stumbled to the side when the beast skidded to a stop only a step away from him.

He coughed on the smoke that was getting into his lungs and eyes, but pulled out two more guns.

Holding his breath, Reynard stepped right next to the rising boar. The flames from its breath scorched the hem of his robe.

Reynard put the gun barrels right between the boar’s eyes.

BANG!

The bone finally broke. Blood and brain matter splattered to the sides, and the Forge-Boar let out its final plume of fire.

"Agh!"

Reynard stumbled back from the spurt of scalding blood. Some of it got on his hands... And the hem of his robe caught fire!

Abandoning another pair of guns, Reynard hurriedly cast a spell that summoned a bucketful of water to pour over him.

For a moment, he was soaked through, but blissfully not on fire, and marginally cleaner than before. Then the summoned water disappeared.

Reynard looked around and laughed.

The place looked like the site of a train crash, and littered guns were lying all over the ground.

’This was harder than I expected... But this just proves that my tactics work! This Autumn Beast Hunt will be a piece of cake—maybe I will even win this spell manual, and not some Albedo magus who can rush all around the place and kill everything.

At least there weren’t any more forest fires—the leaves on the forest floor were too wet to catch fire that easily.

’These Forge-Boars are a real fire hazard. How come Growlgrove doesn’t catch fire every other week with them around?’

With that thought, Reynard picked up his guns, sat on the fallen tree, and began a slow process of reloading them.

He made himself a special measuring spoon for Boom Powder to not weigh it on scales every time, but this only helped a little.

"One day, I will invent a spell for this," Reynard swore to himself. "Or just understand how to make proper ammunition and side-loaded guns."

A rustling of leaves to the side made Reynard jolt and lift his head.

A familiar young magus in black robes ran into the clearing, panting. His eyes widened when he saw the dead Forge-Boar, but he was quickly distracted by Reynard.

"Ah! I knew it would be you, Mister Artemy! Please, help! I know you refused to sell me your artifact earlier, but—please, help me this time!"

"Terence? What are you talking—"

"Squeeeeeee!"

Reynard abandoned the half-loaded gun and jumped to his feet.

Loud thumping was approaching this place, and soon he saw telltale glowing eyes and smoke.

"Another one?! I should have expected this!" Reynard pulled out a pair of loaded guns. "And you have heard the shots and decided to lure it right to me, you little shit?!"

"Well, what else could I have done? My spells only make it angrier!" Terence shouted back. "Now it won’t stop chasing me!"

The kid was almost crying.

As angry as Reynard was at being used, he couldn’t just leave Terence to die.

"Oh, for fuck’s—Get behind me!"

The charging Forge-Boar spent several seconds getting through the thick underbush. When it reached the clearing, both Terence and Reynard were ready.

This boar was even larger than the first one. In a couple of places, its hide was scratched by Terence’s spells.

Reynard aimed, and Terence began to make magical passes.

BANG!

Crack!

A bolt of solid ice hit the boar’s side, but barely scratched it before melting. Two bullets hit the boar’s chest, leaving deep gouges.

Of course, this only gave it a pause. The beast grunted, turning between Reynard and Terence in a momentary confusion.

Then it saw the corpse of the first Forge-Boar and grunted with renewed anger.

’Shit. Were they mates? Is this the momma boar in front of me?’

"Squeee!"

The boar’s eyes burned brighter. It forgot Terence entirely and charged at Reynard.

"Oh... Watch out, mister!"

Reynard pulled out another pair of guns. How many did he have left?

"You don’t have to tell me twice!"