Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 41: Magic Gun
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"Preparation for lifting!"
A man whose left half of his face was burnt shouted. Product book
As a trainer of the Black Sand-led Magic Gun Unit, Hardy watched with satisfaction his nearly 30 strong and elite soldiers, wearing insulated gloves and glass goggles, divided into groups of three and opened them. Maintenance box, calmly hold out ten streamlined iron guns.
Although they are not the best magic gunners he has trained, but in Exter, who generally underestimates the use of magic guns, the magic gun team under the Black Sands is already a rare familiar.
This reminds Hardy of the first time he touched the old and exhausted Siegel Type Five Magic Gun as a recruit.
But looking at these lads, Hardy sighed: Look at the stuff in their hands.
Siegel's Seven Magic Gun, a strong gun body cast by the rugged skills of the Iron Ash Mountain dwarves of the Eastern Continent, and a gun made of selected bitumen from the Serpentine Mountains at the junction of the Humble Dynasty and the Ligudan Alliance Guan, an oil storage tank made of obscure copper mined from the seabed in Jingbi City is full of high-quality perpetual whale oil hunted by the Trade Federation from the South End Sea, and the sealed core of mysterious origin.
The gun body is hard and wear-resistant, the barrel can withstand high temperatures, the ballistic focus is high, and the aim is easy. Even the rate of core depletion is only half of its predecessor, the Siegel VI, which came out 20 years ago. The focus will not be discrete within two hundred meters, it can withstand two shots within half an hour, and it only takes two hours to cool down. Except for the still helpless exaggerated net weight and heat leakage problems, it is simply not perfect in Hardy's mind.
Those unexplained inferior magic guns that flowed into the underground black market from the national arms trade but lacked maintenance and maintenance, and can only usher in the core depletion in a few months, are similar to it. They are like wooden rods to steel swords. .
"The target enters the field of view, aim and prepare!"
A strong lifter raised his hand, knelt down on one knee, and firmly supported the insulated base at the front of the gun body with his shoulder wearing a special shoulder armor.
A savvy sighting hand quickly calculated the distance and direction, and turned the button on the side of the gun to adjust the focus and energy scale.
A decisive operator expertly reviewed the state of the gun, opened the safety lock after confirming that the core was stable, and grabbed the firing handle.
One day... Hardy thought silently: It will no longer be heavy, two people can even hold it alone.
It is no longer complicated, one person can complete aiming and firing.
It is no longer dangerous, and the core will not become a prison river ferry bell that threatens the life of gunmen at any time.
It is no longer expensive, every soldier will equip it to fight, not just a squad of dozens of people.
No more mystery, the core is no longer a mystery purchased from a special channel, everyone will know its origin and principle.
One day... Hardy gently looked at the magic gun on his side that was in a firing state, subconsciously touched his broken left arm, feeling a painful left face, and thought. :
It will become the king of war, take away the pride of the power of ending, and completely eliminate metal weapons and hand-to-hand combat from the world.
Even in Northland.
It will tell people how heavy the cost of war is and how precious peace is.
It's a pity, I can't see it anymore.
"Attack position!"
Hardy raised his right hand solemnly and called out the second to last call.
The ten firing hands pulled the handle with built-in spring forcefully, and the mysterious core behind the gun body began to make disturbing vibrations and noises.
Hardy looked at the group of celestial men who had just broken through the light infantry.
I heard that there is a new prince they found inside.
Really.
Hardy smiled.
Lucy, my daughter.
You will always be the pride of me and your mother.
No matter what the desperate situation, you have to live strong.
The next moment, this vicissitudes of life man with only half of his face smashed his right arm with all his strength, his face twisted and roared:
"Fire!"
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The soldiers set up a dense shield formation, blocking a large area of vision in front of them, and everyone else hiding behind the shield formation.
"Arc shield, evenly distributed!" Araka roared: "Don't miss any place!"
Thyls was firmly crushed by Putilai, unable to lift his head.
"In any case, hide behind other people," Putila said stiffly: "Rumba must be crazy!"
Tyles gritted his teeth, but couldn't stop the doubts in his heart.
On the opposite side is...Magic Gun?
He remembered that it seemed that not long ago, Morris of the Brotherhood had bought two from the army at a high price... but they were all used for self-defense.
At least that's what Lyoke said.
Thyls always thought it was a weapon that was roughly similar to the weapon of his previous life, except for the use of mysterious energy.
But now it seems more complicated.
At least looking at the appearance of Araka and the others, they should be...
"It's shot!" At this moment, Araka yelled frantically.
The soldiers all gritted their teeth and trembled one after another, holding the metallic arc shield tighter.
A bright red light hits from the front!
Light penetrates the shield array.
The weather was very cold, but at this time, as if being illuminated by the sun, a gentle warmth came from the surroundings.
"Hold it up, scatter them away..." Before Araka's words were finished, weird changes occurred around these stars.
"Whh..."
As soon as the snowfield next to them touched the red light, the snow instantly reduced the water, and then evaporated out of thin air!
Thyls frowned slightly...Is this?
Red light spreads across a small tree in the snow.
Tyles stared at the trees dumbfounded, every inch of corners turned black for an instant, and then a tongue of fire appeared.
The next moment, the small tree burst suddenly, exploding countless sparks!
"Boom!"
Splashing sparks scattered to everyone, many soldiers hissed and screamed, and the shield array trembled suddenly.
"Hold on!" Araka roared: "Ten seconds is enough!"
Tears felt horrified that the surrounding air was heating up.
It's getting hotter!
Until that warmth turns into relentless heat!
Even the temperature inside him is rising.
What's the matter?
Thyls thought in a panic: What exactly is a magic gun? Why is there such an effect?
"No way... the heat from the shield..." An veteran of the Fury Guard pressed against the shield. On his shoulders against the shield, his clothing had begun to curl up and smoke.
He closed his eyes tightly, and tremblingly replied: "At least five fired at us at the same time! Our anti-magic weapons...not enough arc shields!"
"Then also withstand it!" Araka roared, and pulled out a fixed bow without a bowstring from behind, "Too many attacks, let me resist!"
At this moment, a soldier's hand holding the arc shield suddenly burst into flames!
He screamed, taking a step back at Araka's shocked eyes.
The soldier's shield flickered, and a red light passed through the gap and hit him.
"No..." Araka's scream of anger had not yet exited, and the soldier's screams exploded earlier:
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
For a few seconds, the soldier was shaking frantically, and smoke first came out of his clothing.
Red light shone under his feet, and the snow instantly evaporated into gas!
Tyles' scalp was numb, watching the skin under the soldier's whole body begin to melt, and the next moment, his whole body "jumped up", and there was endless tongue of fire.
A second later, the soldier exploded like that small tree, exploding countless sparks!
"Boom!"
Thyls watched the disappearance of this life in horror.
The soldiers left only charred corpses.
But his death brought irreparable consequences.
"Block the gap..." Araka hadn't finished shouting, the burning corpse fragments splashed around the shield formation, igniting many soldiers holding shields to resist.
"Ah!" "No!" "Hold it!" "It's hot..."
Screams sounded one after another!
The shield formation suddenly dispersed!
Red light shines into the crowd without any cover.
The surrounding temperature suddenly increased!
The snow has evaporated every inch.
Tyles felt cold.
No.
Oops.
At this moment, Araka roared to his feet and rushed forward, slamming in front of everyone.
With a "bang", his hair instantly caught fire.
I saw the kingdom's fury facing the direction of the red light—the direction of the small group of Exeter soldiers, resolutely raising the bow without moving.
The bow quivered slightly without moving.
Then it emits a strong silver light no less than that of a magic gun!
The red light of the magic gun met with the silver light, and it weakened suddenly, and then scattered around.
It's like that silver light, it's blocked tightly
Araka roared, his right hand holding the bow still started to smoke.
But he still insisted.
But the area of the silver light was not enough. Araka had only time to stand in front of the people in the center. Many soldiers on the periphery were still shot by the red light of the magic gun.
"Boom!" The second soldier turned into a big fireball and burst open.
"No, no...Boom!" The third one.
"Ah!"
Jenard was clutching the illuminated right shoulder in pain, and was dragged back to the silver light sheltered area by Willow. In the process, a short gun of the black-haired soldier burst into countless sparks.
"He won't last long!" Edda yelled through gritted teeth.
"I can't die here!" This is Ramon.
"Take your Highness out!" Huaiya sweated.
"No, there are too many magic guns," Putila said with difficulty: "Can't get out!"
When everyone was in a mess, no one noticed that the second prince of the stars was in a strange state.
The moment the silver light burst out from not moving the bow, Thales felt the feeling of electric shock again.
Moreover, his back was more serious just now, as if the silver-black metal bow was repelling every corner of his body.
Tyles was lying on the snow, his face trembling contortedly.
No.
Pass the anti-devil armed...Does it really exclude me so?
The silver light suddenly weakened.
Araka's right hand started to catch fire.
In the endless heat, Kingdom Fury still gritted his teeth.
A few traces of red light leaked in and hit Thales.
At that moment, Thales trembled suddenly, and his clothes began to smoke.
He just felt that the cells in his body suddenly warmed up.
It's hot.
As if it was on fire from the inside out.
The familiar wave surged all over, and time seemed to slow down again.
In the vision given by the wave, the red light and the silver light are like two pairs of enemies strangling each other, melting each other, but where the light meets, the silver light obviously occupies the wind, but the amount of red light is more.
But at the same time, Thales only felt that his body was getting hotter and hotter.
No.
It's hot.
Tyles closed his eyes in despair, hissed with his mouth wide open, feeling the temperature that almost burned himself.
He stretched out his hand and screamed.
It's hot!
Then, his heart beat violently.
"Boom!"
An unprecedented feeling rushed over.
At that moment, Thales only felt that his vision penetrated the distance, and he saw the starting point of the red light-the magic guns held in the hands of the soldiers.
On the back of those magic guns, there is a continuously rotating core glowing yellow.
That is the essence of the magic gun-Thales feels this way.
But...
These **** red lights...fading away.
It's hot!
At least...
Stay away from me.
It's hot!
Just as he thought so, the next moment, in the vision given by the mysterious wave, the whole world in front of Thales seemed to shake suddenly!
The crimson light of the magic gun suddenly scattered like a conscious, avoiding the people of the stars.
"Whhhhhh----"
The snow evaporates in a few hundred meters behind the stars!
In the next second, the red light from the magic gun disappeared in everyone's eyes.
Araka knelt on the ground with a plop, but he still raised the burning right hand fiercely and patted the flames above his head and hands a few times.
The people of the stars seemed to be relieved and fell to the ground.
In the scorching air, many soldiers have turned into scorched corpses, or have been burned alive.
"The round of firing is over, it seems that they are not aiming accurately..." Araka gritted his teeth and climbed up and said: "But if they use Siegel Seven..."
At this moment, a stern trumpet resounded through the sky!
"Beep--"
Araka frowned.
Putilai and the other veterans shuddered!
"We are alive!" Putila, who was alive after the catastrophe, trembled his lips and closed his eyes.
"This is...this is Exeter's retreat bugle!"
There was a rapid sound of horse hooves in the distance.
A knight wearing a gray helmet galloped in.
"Enough! The Fury of the Kingdom!" The Grey Helmet knight shouted from a distance: "Enough battle and death are enough!"
Araka raised his head and laughed tauntingly: "Tuleha! Fiery Knight!"
"Come on!" He raised his almost scorched right hand and the almost brand-new immovable bow, gritted his teeth and said: "Cross over my corpse, come and get it!"
"Come and take the immovable bow that I snatched from you twelve years ago!"
"The battle between us is over!" Lord Tuleha with a heavy face said dissatisfiedly on the mount: "One of the ten co-rulers of Exeter, the noble Lord of the Black Sands, Chaman Lord Rumba, invite the second prince of the Star Kingdom, His Royal Highness Thales Canxing to a meeting!"
Araka was taken aback suddenly: "Are you kidding me?"
At this moment, Putila screamed.
Thyls had no idea what happened next.
He has only one feeling now.
Pain.
The pain is numb.
It hurts like numbness!
This is a sequelae of the previous "out of control", and now it hits again.
Severe pain erupted from under him.
Time is more serious!
It seems that every molecule is cracking, breaking down, and then transmitting this pain to every nerve.
"What's wrong with him?" Thales tried his best to open his eyes, looking at a gray-helmeted knight in front of him, looking down beside the wary Arak.
"It may be a step away, after all, such a stretch of road..." This was Putila's anxious voice.
"Oh my God, His Royal Highness is bleeding...no, no, his breathing is weakening!" This was a panicked Wiya.
"Where is the doctor? Let him come over!"
The last picture Thales saw before he lost consciousness was Rolf rushing toward him anxiously, and Ramon dragged by Edda.
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The two voices again...Thyls thought vaguely: Like a dream.
I probably wake up and forget it?
"Oh, it's it again? How long has it been, are there a few minutes? Forget it, can it finally stay this time?"
"Well, although the buoyancy of the soul is still strong, I can feel that its body has almost collapsed... Wait! Unlike the second time, someone is stimulating the potential in its body and repairing its life... and Its own vitality seems to be very vigorous, too vigorous."
"No, when did I meet such a tough guy? Thousands, hundreds, or decades ago, I don't remember clearly, it seems to be that arrogant knight and mage? Hey, what does my mother think?"
"...Mother is still unwilling to accept it."
"I can only say that it is a good thing to have strong vitality... even mothers are open..."
"It's useless to think more, my mother has her own plan."
"Do you remember the Lord of the Abyss a long time ago? He was even ruined three hearts in a row by that disaster... Tsk tsk, that scream, even the bottom layer of us can hear clearly, Originally, his mother was about to accept him, but he was struggling to crawl back..."
"Quiet! Ready to open the counterflow gate... It's going to rise back."
"Hey, I hope it won't rise back next time it comes down..."
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A dim bush of trees with unknown addresses.
A weak young girl slowly stood up from under the tree.
"I thought Helan would come first." The blood magician, Giza Trellman smiled and whispered without looking back: "After all, I made such a big mess. News~IndoMTL.com~ After so many years, she seems to be lazy too."
As soon as the voice fell, a man slowly walked out of the bushes behind her.
"Do you know who I am?" Giza smiled pleasantly, stroked his hair:
The man did not speak.
"How dare you follow along if you know?"
Gizaqian smiled but turned around.
The man remained silent.
It seems that I have not heard it.
This is an ordinary man no matter how you look at it.
Ordinary appearance, ordinary clothing, ordinary figure, ordinary temperament.
It is difficult to make any impression on anyone.
Except for his left waist.
The belt there is tied with two weapons.
One of its weapons was firmly wrapped in old linen, barely seen as a long strip.
Giza raised his eyebrows slightly.
Under the linen, she felt a nasty breath.
The other weapon of the man seems to be a sword.
It's just that the shape is irregular.
The man is still expressionless.
But he moved-holding the irregular sword at his waist backhand.
Withdraw slowly.
"Are you sure you want to use a sword against me?"
Giza exhaled gently: "It doesn't look like the civilians around..."
The man still did not speak.
He just raised the sword with his face unchanged.
It seems to be doing the most trivial thing.
Giza smiled softly.
The next moment, she saw the sword in the man's hand clearly.
The sword.
The blood magician's face darkened slightly.
That is a strange sword.
More importantly.
That's a hand...
From the hilt to the blade.
Weird sword with pitch black.
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