The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 1511

“Change tactics. Use poisoned bolts!”

Jane shouted, taking out a blue bolt from the quiver and putting one over the crossbow.

Other mercenaries also took out their special blue poisoned bolts, loaded them to their crossbows, pulled the trigger, and fired at Sean.

Crossbows were already powerful and could easily pierce thin steel plates within 100 meters. It was why crossbows were lethal in the Middle Ages. Ordinary people who owned crossbows would be sentenced to severe punishment.

However, Jane and her mercenaries had taken their arrows to a new level by using poisoned bolts with their crossbows.

The special poisoned bolt would probably kill with a mere scratch, let alone hit a vital point.

Jane changed to poisoned bolts because she was determined to kill Sean to avenge herself, her father, and Billion Trees Group!

“Hurry and run!”

Sean realized something was wrong and quickly ordered Caitlyn and May.

Aware of the danger, Caitlyn grabbed May and ran outside.

“You must survive, Brother Sean!”

Caitlyn cried out in tears. She did not want Sean dying here trying to save May and herself.

If Sean died, she would never forgive herself!

The blue arrows let out an eerie blue twinkle in the sunlight.

The specially designed poisoned bolts would have no problem killing elephants weighing tens of tons or more!

However, not a single bolt could penetrate Sean’s defenses.

Poisoned bolts flying in his face were either deflected aside with his dagger or cut in half and fell feebly to the ground.

However, Sean was under a lot more pressure than before!

After all, the only thing he had to do earlier was to be careful not to let any bolt hit his vital points. Now, even a scratch on his skin could kill him with poison, so the bolts were now more dangerous.

However, that was it!

As soon as May and Caitlyn left the compound, Zander led hundreds of special forces into the abandoned textile factory.

More people surrounded the entire textile factory from the outside!

The huge textile factory was surrounded in a short time. Even a fly had trouble escaping, not to mention people! and the women would not survive.

However, Sean alone had managed to stop so many crossbow bolts by himself. How could they not be surprised?

“Who is this man? He’s so strong! Is he Superman?”

looked terrified as his hand holding the

men had taken on who knew how many missions, killed

had never seen a man with Sean’s

was far beyond ordinary

knew Sean was a tough guy to deal with but was now

was

he would be their nightmare for

Use poisoned bolts!”

from the quiver and putting

loaded them to their crossbows, pulled the trigger, and fired at Sean.

pierce thin steel plates within 100 meters. It was why crossbows were lethal in the Middle Ages. Ordinary people who

to a new

kill with a mere scratch, let alone hit a vital point. Jane changed to poisoned bolts because she was

“Hurry and run!”

realized something was wrong and quickly

of the danger, Caitlyn grabbed May

must survive, Brother Sean!”

tears. She did not want Sean

Sean died, she would

arrows let out an eerie blue

specially designed poisoned bolts would have no problem killing elephants weighing tens of tons or

a single bolt could penetrate

flying in his face were either deflected aside with his dagger or cut in half and

was under a lot

do earlier was to be careful not to let any bolt hit his vital points. Now, even a scratch on his skin could kill him with poison, so the bolts were now more dangerous.

was it!

May and Caitlyn left the compound, Zander led hundreds

entire textile factory from

factory was surrounded in a short time. Even a fly had trouble escaping, not

would

to stop so many crossbow bolts by himself. How could

so strong! Is he Superman?”

as his hand holding the

the mercenaries’ leader, he and his men had taken on who knew how many missions,

never seen a man with Sean’s ability to fight

far beyond

already knew Sean was a tough guy to deal with

was

today. If he survived, he would be their nightmare

Use poisoned bolts!”

shouted, taking out a blue bolt from the quiver and putting one over

them to their crossbows, pulled the trigger, and fired at

meters. It was why crossbows were lethal in the Middle Ages. Ordinary people who owned

mercenaries had taken their arrows to a new level by using

a mere