The axe-wielding man had been fighting continuously on the battlefield for almost thirty hours, and a total of seven hundred and thirty-two spirits had died under his axe.
He distinctly remembered each spirit he had killed and the number of times he had killed them again after their resurrection.
This was the basic professional ethic of being an axe-wielding man; if his memory wasn't somewhat fragmented, he would have remembered everyone he had killed since he started working, including the state they were in just before their deaths—the axe-wielding man would remember it all firmly.
And now, the number of spirits he had hunted had become seven hundred and thirty-three!
The axe-wielding man took out an alchemy firearm from his robe, loaded with mercury bullets, and aimed at a Wandering Gunman player in the distance who had just fired a headshot skill; the axe-wielding man also pulled his trigger and fired the mercury bullet.