Boothill and Derick's Fourth Clone ran ahead through the city's buildings, pursued by the Flame-Reaver.
With a crash, Boothill smashed through a skyscraper's glass wall, pulling Derick's Fourth Clone inside with him. The two demonic swords wielded by the Flame-Reaver followed closely behind.
Derick's Fourth Clone condensed countless vines from his hands, wrapping them around the two demonic swords and flinging them back towards the Flame-Reaver.
However, before the demonic swords reached the Flame-Reaver, his figure vanished instantly. Seeing this, Boothill fired forward without hesitation.
The Flame-Reaver reappeared from the front, immediately encountering Boothill's bullets.
The Flame-Reaver sliced through the bullets and stepped forward to slash at Boothill. Derick's Fourth Clone intercepted him, rapidly exchanging several blows with the Flame-Reaver.
Boothill glanced aside, raised his pistol, and shot several of the building's load-bearing supports. As the Flame-Reaver was engaged in combat, the building collapsed, raining down upon him.
Boothill then successfully retreated with Derick's Fourth Clone, escaping the skyscraper.
After leaving the skyscraper, Boothill used the instruments built into his body to scan the entire city.
After a full scan, Boothill let out a long breath.
"Damn it, finally," Boothill muttered. "The people of this city have all finally escaped into safe zones. I just hope its inhabitants can warn people in other cities on this planet to quickly find suitable places to hide from this guy. This guy's strength is immense, but his mind isn't quite right. As long as people hide, they'll be able to survive."
His desperate attacks against the Flame-Reaver had been to buy the people here a chance to escape. Now that everyone was gone, Boothill felt his mission was a success.
Even if he were to die to the Flame-Reaver now, he would still feel victorious.
As Boothill finished speaking, the collapsed skyscraper slowly began to tremble. The Flame-Reaver's figure then emerged from beneath the rubble.
Boothill fired at the Flame-Reaver.
While shooting, he said, "If you can't handle it, just leave. Only I need to die here."
Right now, it looked like they could still contend with their opponent. But Boothill knew that if the fight continued, he would definitely be the one to die.
The energy within his body would eventually run dry. By then, even with someone providing cover, he wouldn't be able to dodge the enemy's attacks.
As for retreating, that was never something Boothill considered. Or rather, it was never something any Galaxy Ranger would consider.
If he retreated, who else would resist the Flame-Reaver?
Having successfully saved so many people, Boothill felt it was all worth it.
"It's just a bit of a shame," Boothill thought to himself, "that I won't be able to continue seeking my revenge."
He glanced over and found Derick's Fourth Clone hadn't moved, showing no sign of trying to escape.
"Damn it all," Boothill scoffed. "I don't know if you don't understand what I'm saying, or if you understood but are relying on your immortality to not leave. If you're not leaving, then get ready to go to hell with me!"
Boothill burst out laughing, revealing two rows of gleaming, sharp teeth.
"Come on, that guy's coming!"
"Since you're set on it," Derick replied, "I'll see this through to the end with you. Our support won't be long in coming. By then, this Flame-Reaver will be like a turtle in a jar."
Derick manipulated his Fourth Clone to charge towards the Flame-Reaver, continuing to clash head-on.
Boothill also tightly gripped the revolver in his hand and engaged the Flame-Reaver in close-quarters combat.
He had done everything that needed to be done. Now, all that was left was to fight shoulder-to-shoulder with his comrade.
Boothill thought, as he fired wildly.
Reloading, aiming, firing — the entire process was seamless.
The revolver fired at an incredible speed in his hand, almost never stopping. Derick's Fourth Clone, meanwhile, was tightly entwining the Flame-Reaver to allow Boothill to land his shots successfully.
Several bullets pierced the Flame-Reaver's body, causing half of his body to explode. But Boothill had learned in the earlier chase that the Flame-Reaver's body was also indestructible. This minor injury would recover in mere seconds.
In fact, this time, the recovery did more than just mend his body. After half his body burst open, the Flame-Reaver's bodily fluids splattered directly at Boothill. Each drop carried extreme speed and contained his destructive power.
Boothill, caught off guard, was directly struck by a heavy spray of liquid. He reeled backward, falling dozens of meters before collapsing to the ground.
Fortunately, Boothill's body was made of machinery. Otherwise, that single hit alone would have been enough to finish him.
"Cough, cough, cough. I originally wanted to last longer. Damn it all," Boothill said, gritting his teeth.
Derick saw this and felt a headache coming on. As only the Fourth Clone, he had plenty of Abundance energy but lacked destructive power. Resisting the Flame-Reaver alongside Boothill was already a difficult task.
Now that Boothill was gravely injured, Derick not only had to face the Flame-Reaver alone, but also had to look after Boothill to prevent him from being finished off. The difficulty had just risen by an immeasurable amount.
Although the Flame-Reaver's mind was unclear, he could still perceive this point. He gripped his demonic sword and charged straight at Boothill.
Derick tried to block, but this time, the Flame-Reaver was determined. He swung his demonic sword with all his might, splitting Derick's Fourth Clone in half.
His momentum didn't decrease; he continued rushing towards Boothill.
"Well, that's it. My life ends here."
Seeing this, Boothill felt he was truly going to die. Adjusting the machinery in his body, he intended to self-destruct with this enemy, even if it meant dying.
Just at this critical moment, a gigantic shuriken descended from the sky, blocking the Flame-Reaver's path.
"Huh?! What's this!?"
Derick and Boothill's expressions shifted.
Then Boothill couldn't help but laugh.
"Didn't expect that girl was actually nearby."
Derick also roughly guessed who had arrived.
Very quickly, a young female ninja descended from the sky.
The teenage female ninja was charming and adorable, wearing a red hat. Her upper body was dressed in a red short jacket and a white inner top, revealing her flat belly. Below, she wore denim shorts, exposing her slender legs.
Derick thought to himself.
Rappa looked at the fallen Boothill and the recovering Derick's Fourth Clone, then opened her mouth to speak: "Silver Spear Asura Highness, I've come to assist you."
"Alright, Rappa, lass. Remember, the one in the cloak is the enemy, the one in black is your comrade."
"Understood. I'll make sure to protect the monster."
The ninja flashed away.
Rappa looked towards the Flame-Reaver.
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