This Isn't an E*otic Game?-Chapter 94: (Guns) Kanya Is Too Strong

Kanya did exactly as Jericho had told her.

Pressed flat against the ground, she held her breath and watched Amayel fight.

And the more the battle progressed, the more her jaw dropped.

A battle that, by all accounts, looked hopeless.

But Jericho easily overcame the overwhelming numerical disadvantage and effortlessly handled the hundred monsters who followed the Demon Lord of Wrath—all on his own.

With a single spear throw, dozens of followers were wiped out in a barrage, and the three knights who seemed to be Satan’s Chosen were crushed just like that. At this rate, the battle would be over soon.

Jericho.

She still didn’t know who that man in front of her really was.

She still didn’t know why he was trying to help her.

But one thing was certain: if he kept helping her, reaching Talhaim’s Rock Mountain was no longer an impossible goal.

Kanya felt her heart pound.

Freedom.

Finally, freedom from the damn black magic still lingering in her body, and from the Demon Lord of Sloth—that moment of liberation was right there in front of her, for the first time feeling real.

She was just beginning to soak in that hope while watching Jericho fight—when it happened.

A chilling sound came from behind her.

She turned her head quickly and saw space tearing open, top to bottom—and ten figures stepping out from the rift.

Followers of Sloth.

So familiar. So revolting her teeth clenched.

“The runaway bitch is here.”

The familiar, skin-crawling voice behind the mask made every hair on Kanya’s body stand on end.

Of course.

Of course.

The Demon Lord of Sloth, who cherished her “possessions” more obsessively than anyone, would never let her go that easily.

Let alone when that “possession” held the divinity of a War Goddess. There was no way she’d abandon something like that.

The moment Kanya saw them, she sprang to her feet without hesitation and bolted toward Jericho.

She had no weapon. The enemies were too many.

There was no way she could win by fighting.

“Jericho!! Jericho! Help me!!”

She made the most rational decision she could at that moment.

But her escape didn’t last long.

“You filthy bitch, where do you think you’re going?!”

Black magic wrapped around her arms and legs.

She crashed to the ground, flailing pathetically.

The followers closed in on her in an instant.

Seeing this, she urgently called up her divinity.

The War Goddess was still asleep.

But the power and divinity she had bestowed were still inside Kanya’s body. Unwanted, yes—but forcibly embedded for life.

As the red divinity, more natural to her than her own limbs, surged out of her, she tried to break the black magic that bound her.

“You fucking bitch—where do you think you’re slipping away to?!”

But the followers were faster.

One of them yanked a dagger from his coat and lunged at Kanya.

Commandment of Subjugation.

Kanya’s face went pale.

“No—no!! Please no!!”

“You really thought you could run away from Sloth?”

With a foul smile, the follower’s dagger flew toward her chest—faster than the black magic could be broken.

“Gotcha! You’re—urk!!”

The gleeful follower swinging the dagger was abruptly interrupted by a sharp clang of steel—and his palm split open.

The dagger clattered uselessly to the ground.

Kanya’s eyes flew to her chest.

A faintly glowing, darkened space—frozen in time.

It was the armor Jericho had placed on her, the one everyone—including her and the followers—had forgotten about. And it had just done its job.

And just on cue, in the next moment—

The War Goddess’s divinity broke the black magic binding her.

The moment her limbs were free—

Kanya, shockingly quickly, assessed the situation and made the best possible choice.

She snatched the self-defense revolver from the follower’s belt—the one who had failed to stab her—and wrapped the weapon in divine energy, pulling the trigger without hesitation.

It was her first time ever holding a gun.

But the moment her fingers wrapped around the grip, she handled it like someone who’d used it for decades.

Razor-sharp situational awareness.

The instant she held a weapon, she instinctively understood how to use it.

All of it—powers granted by the War Goddess.

Thwack! came the sound as the head of the follower straddling her exploded.

Despite the layers of defensive magic wrapped around his body, the bullet infused with divinity pierced through it like tofu.

The headless corpse toppled forward, collapsing on top of her.

But Kanya wasn’t suffocated. She could still move freely.

Because the time-stop armor absorbed all the weight.

And this position—was actually a good one.

In an open field with no cover, the corpse now made for excellent protection.

Staying low, Kanya slowly raised the revolver in her right hand.

As the divine energy surged through the weapon, flames erupted from the muzzle.

It was a perfectly stable grip. A perfectly accurate shot.

“She’s got a gun!!—”

Before the follower could even finish the sentence, three shots rang out—and the heads of three Sloth followers standing a short distance away exploded.

It was the result of Kanya firing three precise, rapid shots.

Their protective spells were worthless.

Seeing this, the remaining followers finally realized what was happening.

“She’s shooting divine-infused bullets!!”

“Fuck!! Spread out! Use magic!!”

The followers scattered.

And they hurled offensive black magic at her from all directions.

But most of the spells either hit the corpse lying on top of her and fizzled out—or pierced the body and bounced harmlessly off the time-stop armor beneath.

In the meantime, another gunshot rang out.

With marksmanship nearing the divine, Kanya shot one of the scattered, spell-casting followers straight through the neck.

The follower, his spine severed, crumpled like a puppet with its strings cut.

Her gun barrel immediately swung to the next target.

But the next moment—

Click.

A dry metallic sound echoed.

Startled, Kanya quickly opened the revolver’s cylinder.

Six chambers.

Five had spent shells with dented primers.

But the top chamber—was completely empty.

Why?

Why?

Why the hell had they only loaded five bullets into a six-shot revolver?

She could’ve taken down one more!

“She’s out!!”

“Now! Grab her!!”

The moment she heard that hollow metallic click, Kanya saw the Sloth followers stop scattering and instead charge toward her in a straight line with terrifying speed.

She quickly wriggled out from under the corpse that had been covering her.

Then she threw the empty revolver at the closest charging follower and began to run.

Snatching another gun was impossible now.

They’d already been caught off guard once—there was no way they’d let her grab another weapon this time.

“Jericho!! Jericho! Help me! Please—kgh!”

She felt the black magic wrap around her arms and legs again.

Kanya hastily summoned her divinity to break the spell once more—but this time, it didn’t work.

“Just layer the suppression spell two, three times over! If she escapes again, we’re screwed!”

“Hurry! We need to get out of here before that monster notices!!”

Multiple layers of black magic shackled Kanya’s body.

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There was no way she could break through a spell cast deliberately and repeatedly by several mages at once—

“Ggh!!”

There was.

The caster just had to die.

One of the followers’ torsos exploded violently, something smashing into him at ridiculous speed, and Kanya’s eyes snapped in the opposite direction.

“Kanya!! Keep fighting!!”

Jericho shouted.

Something was in his hand.

A black sphere, about the size of a fist.

He gripped it tightly, raised one leg, and hurled it in a twisting motion using his full body.

If Kanya had come from Earth, she would’ve recognized it as an overhand throw.

With that single throw, the torso of another Sloth follower—who’d been standing at least 60 meters away—blew apart again.

“What the hell is that brute?!”

Their barrier magic, their defenses—none of it mattered.

Nothing could withstand that level of raw physical power.

But Jericho couldn’t keep up the support fire forever.

“Stop him!! Stop him!!”

The remaining followers of Satan began firing everything they had at Jericho—light machine guns, bolt-action rifles, and every kind of attack magic.

But that much was enough.

Two of the suppression spells binding Kanya’s body shattered.

And while Jericho bought time, the last spell failed to hold up against Kanya’s divine power—and burst apart on its own.

While the Sloth followers were still dazed by Jericho’s insane throwing attack—

Kanya rushed to the corpse of a fallen follower whose upper body had been blown off, and yanked the revolver from his belt.

Now there were only three Sloth followers left who could still fight.

Kanya positioned the revolver at her hip, then quickly cocked the hammer three times with her left hand.

It was a terrifyingly fast and incredibly precise fanning motion.

“No! That gun—!”

Before the follower could even finish his sentence, the heads of the three remaining Sloth followers exploded in perfect succession.

Just like that, the Sloth followers were all taken down.

Kanya holstered the now-empty revolver, then walked over to the body of another follower whose torso had been blasted apart by Jericho’s throw.

She picked up another weapon he’d been carrying.

A bolt-action rifle.

It was far too long and heavy for someone with limbs as thin as ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) Kanya’s—but it didn’t matter.

She took a deep breath, braced the rifle against the follower’s body, and lay prone in firing position.

Then she aimed the muzzle at the black mages who were fighting Jericho.

They were so focused on pelting Jericho with attack spells, they didn’t even consider the possibility that someone from afar might be aiming at them.

“Eat this.”

Slowly.

Divine energy began to coil around the rifle.

The black mages of Satan were undoubtedly surrounded by protective magic—but it didn’t matter.

Her divinity-infused bullet would tear through those shields like paper.

A gunshot rang out.

One of the black mages—still frantically casting spells—had his head blown apart.

Kanya’s hand moved with terrifying speed, yanking the bolt back and slamming the next round into the chamber.

“That bitch is—!”

Another black mage, still reeling from the brain matter splattered on him, pointed toward Kanya—only to have his head burst open the next instant.

In less than a second, two black mages had died screaming.

And then, as the head of a third mage exploded—

Their spells finally began to fly toward Kanya.

She instantly ducked behind the corpse for cover.

Some of the spells slammed into the ground and the body, kicking up dirt and gore—but only one reached her.

And even that one was nullified by the time-stop armor—without leaving a scratch.

Once the magic barrage had passed, Kanya raised her body again to resume shooting—but quickly realized she didn’t need to.

In that brief moment.

Precisely when the black mages turned their attention toward her—

Jericho had turned the rest of them—and the remaining followers of Satan—into bloody pulp.

The plains were no longer loud.

Kanya and Jericho stared blankly at each other for a moment—and then, without knowing who started it, both of them burst out laughing.

What had seemed like an impossible fight had ended in victory for the two of them.