Lann's [Flame Assault Crossbow] had just been drawn from the Alchemy Pouch.
On it, there was only a fully loaded magazine of regular ammo.
A single regular bullet could split into three heads and be shot out consecutively from the barrel, so all in all, there were only thirty attack chances.
And as for temporary loading?
Lann wouldn't dare hold onto such hopes for a battle plan.
The Ancient Deer-headed Spirit had amazingly rich combat experience, even if it hadn't seen the hunters' heavy crossbow in this world and didn't understand the mechanism of this weapon.
It would surely retaliate during any pause in the attack.
So the suppression brought by the crossbow could only last for thirty rounds.
Velvet Ball's plunder knife darted around like a butterfly amidst flowers, cutting back and forth on the Deer-headed Spirit's enormous antlers, moss-covered and wrapped in ripped cloth.
The various sounds of [Dragon Gems] falling echoed in 'ding ding dang dang' clinks.
