"Oh Sun, I praise your greatness. Let your brilliance descend and make me invincible!"

With the sound of praise, a radiant sunlight already enshrouded the ascetic's body, forming armor of light.

And this armor directly blocked the bullets from Ethan and his companions.

"It's useless, mortal weapons cannot harm me!"

The ascetic roared, praising the sun once more.

"Great Sun, grant me Holy Light, allow me to forge weapons to annihilate all who disdain you!"

The next moment.

A giant hammer formed of light in his hand, and he fiercely swung it towards Ethan and his companions.

However, Ethan and his companions moved exceptionally fast, easily evading his ferocious attack.

And even faster were the bullets in their hands, continuously pouring onto the ascetic's body.

But they still couldn't penetrate that armor of light.

"It's useless, it's useless, I told you it's useless! Let the light purify you!"

The ascetic roared in pursuit but did not notice one thing.

That is...

The bullets fired by Ethan and his companions fell to the ground, emitting layers of dark smoke.

The smoke was gradually engulfing the originally dazzling sunlight.

These bullets were the good stuff Ethan got from Huoyan, dark bullets.

They are specially designed bullets for dealing with the True Namers of the Sun, capable of effectively weakening the sun's power around them.

As the bullets rolled on the ground, the ascetic seemed to notice the anomaly, laughing coldly as if he was about to say something.

Ethan had already called for Shadow.

"Shadow."

Shadow was naturally in the shadows.

He had been waiting for this moment.

When the dark veil rose, his shadow danced along, instantly enveloping the radiant ascetic.

And following it were Ethan and Anya's black and white guns.

Bullets poured out once more.

This time, the light could no longer fend off even a single bullet for the ascetic.

"True Name of the Sun Third·Sun Praiser

Weakness: At this stage, True Namers of the Sun are still afraid of darkness; a lightless environment greatly weakens their strength."

This is naturally the comprehensive analysis of the True Name of the Sun in the pre-battle preparations.

When the gunfire ceased, the ascetic fell directly to the ground, with the armor of light and the giant hammer of light in his hands gradually shattering and dissipating.

His body was already riddled with bullet holes.

"Vincent, how are you?"

Ethan did not spare a glance at the ascetic, rushing directly to the cage and began shooting at the lock.

Fortunately, this cage was not an alchemical creation, just relying on bullets, the lock was already broken apart.

As the cage opened, Ethan began checking Vincent's injuries.

"Fool, don't worry about me, go."

Vincent had no intention of leaving whatsoever; instead, he used his last bit of strength to growl at Ethan.

"Vincent, the first rule of the family creed, don't call me foolish, haven't you been foolish before?"

The first rule of the Bolita family creed:

A family is a family.

"The old dude on the ship is a sixth-level True Namer of the Sun, we can't escape." Vincent was completely drained of strength.

"Forget about me, for the family, abandon me, survive, and if one day you truly have the strength, then avenge me."

Ethan just smiled, saying, "Say less, our journey ahead is not short."

As he spoke, he lit a cigarette for Vincent, placing it in his mouth, then lit one for himself, standing up.

"Shadow, take care of my brother."

He took a deep drag on his cigarette, gripping the ebony tightly in his hand.

"Let's go, Anya, tonight, we have quite a few guests."

The gunfire on the deck had already ceased.

Because no matter how many bullets Virel had brought, the heavy rain tonight, along with the condition of the guns themselves, still made one gun jam and another seemed to have gotten damp.

Of course, most importantly, the opponent's sunlight was quite intense.

Ramon ultimately relied on a tactic of piling up bodies, and with his True Name power, using a strong sunlight to force back the continuous sound of the typewriter.

"Come on, why don't you continue? You rat in the gutter! Only dare to hide in your gutter?!"

He was also shooting.

For a Sun Bather like him, who was a second-level True Namer of the Sun, he did not yet have enough destructive power, having to rely on the power of new firearms.

But the opponent seemed out of bullets and also feared the strong light, so he was almost invincible.

Virel was hiding behind the deck, keeping his breath low, while judging the opponent's position by sound.

As long as the opponent got close enough, his alchemical prosthesis would strike from an angle and speed unimaginable to the opponent.

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

This is the moment!

Just when Ramon had completely lost his vigilance, an alchemical prosthesis descended from the sky.

He managed to pull the trigger once but could not inflict any damage on that thing.

His gun was kicked into pieces.

Then, Virel pounced out like a tiger, pressing him firmly into the angle between the deck and the ship's side.

Virel, gripping his throat, laughed, "Die, scum."

But the next moment, a fierce beam of light burst out from Ramon's chest, forcefully hitting Virel in the chest, sending him crashing directly against the other side of the ship's side.

It turned out Ramon had a Protective Talisman of the Sun God Sect hanging on his chest.

It was a Holy Artifact granted by Casar to Ramon, said to have been worshipped in the cathedral for ten years, with white-robed priests chanting prayers for it daily.

It had extremely powerful ability to ward off evil, with strong destructive power too.

Ramon, heartbroken, touched the amulet.

This was an invaluable treasure; he never intended to use it at such a moment.

"You wretched creature, pest, a thousand deaths wouldn't be enough for you."

From his waist, he drew another gun and walked towards Virel.

Virel was still dazed from the impact.

"I'm going to blow your head off!"

But he ultimately couldn't pull the trigger.

Because a gun was pointed at the back of his head.

"Hello again, Ramon."

It was Ethan.

"Ethan?! How did you come up from below?! Below is guarded by Master Hildek, he is a level three..."

"Bang——"

Ethan did not give him a chance to continue, directly shattering his skull.

Ramon collapsed with unfinished words and infinite ambitions, full of reluctance.

Ethan completely ignored his corpse, merely asking about Virel's injuries while his eyes were locked on the distant cabin.

From the depths of the cabin, the sound of a door creaking open could be heard, followed by a somewhat weary sigh.

"Annoying pest."

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