Chapter 108 Magic Gun

"Prepare for lifting!"

A man with a left half and a half burned his face shouted.

As the training officer of the black sand collar magic gun force, Hardy looked at him with nearly 30 strong and elite soldiers, wearing insulated gloves and glass goggles, divided into three groups, and opened the maintenance box. He steadily took out the ten-handed, iron-colored magic gun.

Although they are not the best magic gunners he has trained, but in the general defiance of the use of magic guns, Exeter, the Shakespeare team of the Black Sands is already a rare expert.

This reminded Hardy of his own role as a recruit. For the first time, he touched the old and exhausted Siegel five-magic gun.

But look at these guys, Hardy sighed: look at the gadgets in their hands.

The Siegel Type 7 Magic Gun, a sturdy gun body cast by the rough craftsmanship of the Iron Mountain Dwarfs of the Eastern Continent, is equipped with a barrel made of a selection of leaching crystals from the Hubble Dynasty and the Ligudan Union. Bicheng mines an oil storage tank made of beryllium copper from the bottom of the sea, filled with high-quality Essence Whale oil from the South End of the Sea, and the mysterious sealed core of that source.

The gun body is hard and wear-resistant, the barrel can withstand high temperature, the ballistic focus is high, the aiming is simple, and the rate of depletion of the core is only half of the previous Siegel type six that it came out 20 years ago. The magic can focus on two. It will not be separated within 100 meters. It can withstand two firings in half an hour. It takes only two hours to cool down. In addition to the unreasonable exaggeration of net weight and heat leakage, it is almost perfect in Hardy's mind.

Those who are unclear from the national arms trade to the underground black market but lack maintenance and maintenance, can only greet the core depleted inferior magic guns in a few months, compared to it, it is simply a wooden stick to the steel sword.

"The target enters the field of vision, aiming at the light!"

A strong supporter, kneeling down on one knee, firmly holding the insulated base at the front of the gun body with a shoulder with a special shoulder armor.

A savvy aiming hand quickly calculates the distance and direction, turning the button on the side of the gun to adjust the focus and energy scale.

A decisive operator, expertly reviewing the status of the gun, confirming that the core is stable, then opening the safety lock and grasping the firing handle.

One day... Hardy thought quietly: it will no longer be heavy, and the two can even hold it alone.

It is no longer complicated, and one person can complete aiming and firing.

No longer dangerous, the core will not become a prison river ferry ring that endangers the life of the gunman.

No longer expensive, every soldier will be equipped to fight it, not just a team of dozens of people.

No longer mysterious, the core is no longer a mystery purchased from a special channel, everyone will know its origins and principles.

One day... Hardy looked softly at the side of the magical gun that entered the firing state, subconsciously touched his left elbow, and felt the faint left face, thinking:

It will become the king of war, take away the pride of the end, and completely eliminate metal weapons and hand-to-hand combat from the world.

Even in the North.

It will tell people how heavy the cost of war is and how precious peace is.

Unfortunately, I can't see it.

"The attack is in place!"

Hardy raised his right hand seriously and shouted the penultimate sound.

Ten snipers slammed the handle with the built-in spring, and the mysterious core behind the gun began to make uncomfortable vibrations and noise.

Hardy looked at the team of stars who had just broken through the light infantry.

I heard that they have their newly found prince.

Is it.

Hardy smiled.

Lucy, my daughter.

You will always be the pride of me and your mother.

No matter what kind of desperation, you must live strong.

The next moment, this half-faced vicissitude man, squatting his right arm, his face twisted and snarled:

"Fighting!"

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The soldiers set up a dense array of shields, blocking a large field of vision in front, and the rest of the people were hiding behind the shield.

"Arc shield, evenly distributed!" Araka roared: "Don't miss anywhere!"

Thales was concealed by the Prudential to the ground and could not lift his head.

"In any case, hiding behind other people," Putilai said stiffly: "Lenba must be crazy!"

Tyres bit his teeth, but he couldn't stop the doubts in his heart.

The opposite is... magic gun?

He remembers that it seems that not long ago, Maurice of the Brotherhood had two high prices from the army... but they all proved to be "unrealistic gadgets."

At least Ley York said so.

Tyres always thought that in addition to the use of mysterious energy, it was similar to the weapons of his previous life, and raised the weapons against the enemy.

But now it seems that it is more complicated.

At least look at Arak, they are like the enemy, should...

"Fired!" At this time, Arak was madly yelling.

The soldiers all clenched their teeth and trembled, grasping the metallic arc shield on the handle.

A red-red glare came from the front!

Light penetrates the shield.

The weather was cold, but at this time it was like being illuminated by the sun, and a gentle warmth around it came.

"Stand up, scatter them away..." The Arakah words have not been finished yet, and there have been strange changes around these stars.

"Hey..."

When the snow on their side is in contact with the red light, the snow will immediately shrink the water and then evaporate from the air!

Taylors frowned slightly... is this?

Red light spreads a small tree on the snow.

Tyres looked at the trees up and down, and every inch of the corner turned black, and then the flames came out.

The next moment, the small tree suddenly burst, bursting out countless Mars!

"boom!"

The splashing Mars scatters into the crowd, and many soldiers scream and scream, and the shield suddenly trembles.

"Persevere!" Arakah said: "A few seconds is enough!"

Taylors was amazed that the air around him was constantly warming up.

Getting hotter!

Until that warmth turns into a ruthless glow!

The temperature in his body is also rising.

what happened?

Taylors thought in a panic: What exactly is the magic gun? Why is there such an effect?

"No... the heat from the shield..." A veteran of the Angry Guards reached the shield. He was on the shoulder of the shield, and the clothes had begun to blacken and curl up.

He closed his eyes and trembled and replied: "At least five of them are firing at us at the same time! Our anti-magic armor...the arc shield is not enough!"

"That's also to withstand!" Arak was screaming, pulling a non-moving bow without a bowstring from behind. "Excessive attack, let me resist!"

At this time, a soldier holding the arc shield suddenly burst out of flame!

He screamed and stepped back in Arak's shocked eyes.

The soldier's shield swayed and a red light passed through the gap and illumined him.

"No..." Arak's screaming anger has not yet been exported, and the soldier's misery is already a step up in his life:

"Ah, ah, ah, ah!"

In a matter of seconds, the soldiers frantically swayed, and the clothes on their bodies first smoked.

The red light hits his feet, and the snow instantly evaporates into a gas!

The scalp of Tyres numb, watching the skin of the soldier's whole body begin to melt, and the next moment, he slammed his body and uttered an endless flame.

Another second passed, the soldier, like the little tree, burst open and exploded countless Mars!

"boom!"

Taylors looked at the disappearance of this life with horror.

The soldiers only left the darkened dead bodies.

But his death has irreversible consequences.

"Blocking the gap..." Arak was not finished yet, and the burning corpse was splashed around the shield, igniting many soldiers armed with shields.

"Ah!" "No!" "Support!" "Good hot..."

The screams sounded one after another!

The shield suddenly spread!

The red light shines into the crowd without any cover.

The surrounding temperature has skyrocketed!

The snow is evaporated.

Taylor’s heart was cold.

Do not.

bad.

At this time, Arakah roared and stood up, rushing forward, and died in front of everyone.

"Beep", his hair caught fire instantly.

I saw the wrath of the kingdom in the direction of the red light - the direction of a small group of Exeter soldiers, and decided to lift the bow.

The bow does not move.

Then I fired a silver glare that was no less than a magic gun!

The red light and the silver light of the magic gun, actually weakened, and then scattered around.

It’s like the path of the silver light that seals the red light of the magic gun.

Arakah groaned and started smoking with his right hand holding the bow.

But he is still insisting.

But the area of ​​silver light is not enough. Araca only has to wait in front of the people in the center. There are still many peripheral soldiers shot by the red light of the magic gun.

"Boom!" The second soldier turned into a big fireball and burst open.

"No, no... bang!" The third.

"Ah!"

In the painful slamming of the irradiated right shoulder, Jerner was dragged back to the silver-protected area by Willow. In the process, a short shot of a black-haired soldier burst into a myriad of Mars.

"He can't hold it for a long time!" Edda yelled at his teeth.

"I can't die here!" This is Ramon.

"With your Highness rushing out!" Wyah ran sweat.

"No, there are too many magic guns," Putilai said hard: "Can't run out!"

When everyone was confused, no one noticed that the second prince of the stars was in a strange state.

When the silver light broke out from the moving bow, Tells realized the electric shock.

And it was more serious than the one just on the back of Arak, as if the silver-black metal bow with silver light rejected every corner of him.

Tyres squatted on the snow, his face trembled distortedly.

Do not.

Legendary anti-magic armed... Is it really repelling me?

The silver light suddenly weakened.

Arak's right hand began to catch fire.

In the endless heat and heat, the wrath of the kingdom is still bitter.

A few red lights leaked in and illuminate the body of Tells.

At that moment, Tyres suddenly trembled and his clothes began to smoke.

He only felt that the cells in the body suddenly increased in temperature.

It’s hot.

It is like burning from the inside out.

The familiar fluctuations poured into the whole body, and the time seemed to slow down.

In the field of view given by the wave, the red and silver light are like two pairs of enemies that are strangling each other, melting each other, but where the light meets, the silver light clearly prevails, but the amount of red light is more.

But at the same time, Taylors only felt that his body was getting hotter.

Do not.

It’s hot.

Taylors closed his eyes desperately, screaming openly, feeling the temperature that almost burned himself.

He reached out and screamed.

It’s hot!

Then his heart jerked.

"Boom!"

An unprecedented feeling is coming.

At that moment, Tyres only felt that his vision had penetrated the distance. He saw the starting point of the red light—the magic guns that were held in the hands of the soldiers.

At the back of those magic guns, there is a core that glows yellow and keeps spinning.

That is the essence of the magic gun - Taylor has such a feeling.

but……

These **** red lights... are disappearing.

It’s hot!

at least……

A little farther away from me.

It’s hot!

Just as he thought so, the next moment, in the vision given by mysterious fluctuations, the whole world in front of Taylors seemed to be shaking!

In the field of vision that no one else can see, the red light of the magic gun suddenly slid away consciously, turning a corner in the air, avoiding the stars, and shooting behind them.

"唰-唰-"

On the ground a few hundred meters behind the stars, the snow will evaporate instantly!

The next second, the red light from the magic gun disappeared in the eyes of everyone.

Arakah slammed into the ground, but he still fiercely raised the right hand of the fire, and shot the flames on his head and hands.

The stars of the crowd seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and fell to the ground.

In the burning air, many soldiers have become burnt bodies or burned alive.

"A round of firing is over. It seems that they are not aiming very well..." Araka gritted his teeth and climbed up and said: "But if they use Siegel seven..."

At this time, a stern voice rang through the sky!

"beep--"

Arakah frowned.

Putile and other veterans trembled fiercely!

"We have survived!" Puttier, who spent the rest of his life, trembled his lips and closed his eyes.

"This is... this is Exeter's retreat!"

There was a rush of horseshoes in the distance.

A knight with a gray helmet came running.

"Enough! The wrath of the kingdom!" The Gray Helmet knight shouted: "The battle and death are enough!"

Arakka looked up and ridiculed and laughed: "Tuleha! Fire Knight!"

"Come on!" He lifted his almost black-eyed right hand and almost a new, unmoving bow on it, biting his teeth: "Cross my body, come and take it!"

"Come and take me the bow of the immovable bow from your hands 12 years ago!"

"The battle between us is over!" The heavy-faced Lord Toulha was dissatisfied with the mount: "One of the ten co-governors of Exeter, the distinguished black sand collar, Daman, Chaman Rumba Adults, invite the second prince of the Star Kingdom, His Royal Highness Teres, to a meeting!"

Araka slammed: "Are you kidding me?"

At this time, Puttier exclaimed: "His Royal Highness!"

Taylors didn't know what was going on behind.

He only has one feeling now.

pain.

It hurts numbness.

Numbness is generally painful!

This is the sequela of the previous "out of control", and now it is coming again.

The pain broke out from the next battle.

More serious than last time!

It seems that every molecule is cracking, collapsing, and then transmitting this pain to every nerve.

"what happened to him?"

Taylor tried to wink, looking at a gray helmet knight in the distance, and Arak, who was alert in front of him.

"It may be a pull-off, after all, this is a way..." This is the anxious voice of Putili.

"God, Your Highness is bleeding... No, no, his breathing is weakening!" This is panicked Wyah.

"What about the doctor? Let him come over!"

The last picture that Taylors saw before losing consciousness was Rolf, who was rushing toward him, and Ramon, who was dragged by Edda.

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It was the two voices...Thales thought confusedly: just like a dream.

Wake up, forget it?

"Oh, is it? How long has it been, how many minutes have it? Forget it, can it finally stay this time?"

"Well, although the buoyancy of the soul is still strong, I can feel that its body is almost collapsed... and so on! Someone is stimulating its potential and repairing its life... and its own vitality seems to be very strong. It is too strong."

"No, when was the last time I met such a hard guy? How many thousands or a few decades ago, I can't remember, it seems to be the arrogant knight and mage? Hey, what does the mother think?"

"...the mother decided: it is not yet."

"I can only say that its vitality is too strong..."

“I don’t think too much, my mother has always been fair.”

"When it comes to life, do you still remember the monarch of the monk? He even ruined three hearts by the scourge... Hey, that screams, even the bottom layer of us can hear clearly, the mother I have to accept him, and he is actually struggling to climb back..."

"Beep! Ready to open the counterflow... It has to go up."

"Oh, I hope that when it comes down next time, it will not rise back..."

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A dark tree with an unknown address.

A weak girl slowly stood up from under the tree.

"I thought that the first thing would be Blackland." The blood magician, Giza Truman smiled and whispered back: "After all, I made such a big move."

"It seems that she has been lazy after so many years."

The voice just fell, and in the bush behind her, she slowly stepped out of a man.

"Do you know who I am?" Giza smiled slyly and licked his hair:

The man did not speak.

"If you know, how dare you follow along?"

Giza smiled and turned around.

The man is still silent.

It seems that I have not heard the same.

This is a man who is ordinary in every aspect.

Ordinary appearance, ordinary clothing, ordinary body, ordinary temperament.

It's hard to leave any impression on anyone.

Except his left waist.

On the belt there, two weapons were tied.

One of the weapons, wrapped in old linen, was barely seen as a long strip.

Giza had a slight brow.

Under the linen, she felt a nasty breath.

The man’s other weapon seems to be a sword.

Just the shape is not regular.

The man is still expressionless.

But he moved - the backhand gripped the irregular sword on the waist.

Slowly pull out.

"Are you sure to use a sword to deal with me?"

Giza gently exhaled: "Looking like the civilians around..."

The man still didn't talk.

He just raised his sword in the same way.

It seems to be doing the most trivial little thing.

Giza smiled lightly.

The next moment, she saw the sword in the man's hand.

That sword.

The blood magician is a little face.

That is a strange sword.

more importantly.

That is a...

From the hilt to the blade.

A strange black sword.

(End of this chapter)