The deafening sound of gunfire was like a curse.

The guards who rushed to the front seemed to be knocked down by an invisible force, like cutting wheat, and fell in pieces.

It doesn't matter what kind of transcendent class, what armor is worn, whether there is a defensive element, or how flexible the movement is, under the rate of fire of a bullet of nearly 900 meters per second, it is the same result.

Wren swept left and right with his gun, and bullets poured out.

Huang Chengcheng's bullet casings and chain pins were thrown out and fell to the ground at his feet.

Three or four bullets are fired every second, and each bullet hits the enemy, piercing through the past and causing damage, sometimes multiple enemies.

A fourth-level berserker, holding a giant axe in each hand, his whole body swelled and reddened, and he roared wildly and launched a charge.

Halfway through the charge, it came to an abrupt halt.

Several bullets swept past his waist and directly smashed him into two corpses, leaving not even a last word.

A gunman shoots at Wren, only to find that the distance is too far away to threaten Wren at all.

Their actions instead caught Wren's attention, and the muzzle of the gun turned over, instantly shattering the enemies holding the soul gun to pieces.

A mid-level shadow warrior was so frightened that he escaped into the shadows and wanted to escape.

But Shadow Escape didn't help, and a few seconds later, the muzzle of Wren's gun suddenly swept across an uninhabited meadow, blood splattered, and an invisible corpse fell out.

Guns roared, and lives were gone.

Wren tightly pulled the trigger, and with the dual assistance of the mobile phone gyroscope and the soul eye, he carefully controlled the direction of the shot.

The muzzle of the gun is ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the enemy.

This is not a battle, but a massacre, and a one-sided massacre.

But his heart did not fluctuate, and he even remembered the shooting games of his previous life, and in his eyes, these guards were just here to give him a gift package of experience.

The gunfire lasted for nearly twenty seconds before it suddenly stopped.

Click!

Wren looked down and found that the machine gun was jammed, and he unhurriedly pulled the bolt lever and threw the bullet stuck in the receiver flying.

On the hillside in front of me, there was already a river of blood.

There were more than a hundred guards rushing out of the castle, most of them had turned into corpses at this moment, their deaths were horrific, none of them were intact, and blood stained the hillside red.

A few people who don't know whether they were lucky or unlucky, who were not hit by bullets, still had a breath of life, struggling and screaming in a pool of blood, crying for help.

"Ah......h

"Goddess, help me!"

When the surviving guards saw this, they finally came to their senses, their faces turned pale, and they turned and ran without looking back, trying to escape into the castle.

However, no sooner had they escaped than two paces before the terrible sound of gunfire rang out again.

Da Da Da ......

The bullet rate of fire of the Rambo Gun is nearly 900 meters per second, and at such a high speed, it is impossible for even an extraordinary person to capture the trajectory of the bullet, let alone dodge.

From the top of the mountain to the moat at the foot, the distance is only more than four hundred meters, which is completely within the range of Rambo's spear.

There are no obstacles on the slope, there is nowhere to hide, and there is no way to escape.

One enemy after another fell.

Ten seconds later, no one was still standing.

Wren stopped firing, letting the hot barrel cool down slightly, and exhaled himself. At his feet, bullet casings were already covering the ground.

In the castle, there was silence, and no one dared to show their heads.

Outside the castle, there is even more silence.

The legendary wizard Mytil, who was still flying in mid-air, is now hiding in the castle, not daring to expose himself to Wren's vision.

However, Wren's Voice of Everything has long since locked in Mytil.

He didn't take the opportunity to shoot at Mytir because he wasn't sure if the machine gun could pose a threat to the legendary wizard, and he had to clean up the trash fish before concentrating on dealing with Mytiel.

Even with a machine gun in hand, Wren didn't want to fight a legendary wizard head-on, and it would be great if the other party could retreat with interest.

After waiting for a while, Mytir did not come out or leave through any door.

Wren beckoned to Pansil in the distance.

Wanting at once, Panciel came over with a knight in silver to surround the stone arch bridge and the gate.

"Don't let anyone escape from the castle. Wren gave the order.

"Yes, Lord Count. ”

The Secret Fire Guard and the Silver Knight responded in unison.

A minute ago, they thought Wren was too impulsive, but now, everyone had awe on their faces, and there was no resistance to the order.

Pansier's eyes fell on Wren's machine gun, his eyes full of shock and curiosity.

Not only her, but everyone wants to know, what kind of weapon is this?

Wren held the rune book in his left hand and opened it, holding a gun in one hand and a book in the other, and jumped off the wall and walked up the hillside, ready to storm the castle.

Stepping on the blood-soaked grass, Wren was soon halfway there.

Da-da-da-da!

The machine gun burst into flames, and a window in the castle burst open, shooting bullets through the walls, killing the people hiding behind the windows.

Wren shot as he walked, and there were bursts of screams from the castle.

In the voice of all things, a man's voice shouted, "Lord Mytir, if you don't make a move, we will all die here." ”

"Mistress Mytire!" the others pleaded.

Wren had heard this man speak before, he was the steward of the county of Glamorgan, and he had been sneering at himself in the castle just now, but now his voice was trembling.

He locked on to the location of the source of the sound, and the machine gun fired wildly at the wall.

At the same time, the energy of the rune on his left hand flowed, and a ball of fire converged, quickly forming a fireball the size of a skull.

Bang bang bang......

A large hole was punched in the wall, and fireballs whistled out, flying over a distance of more than 100 meters, and falling accurately through the hole.

Bang!

The flames erupted, half of the walls collapsed, and the room inside was silent.

The heartbeat sound that Wren heard in his ears suddenly decreased by half, and he didn't know if the chief was dead. He was about to throw a fireball into it when a figure flew out of the collapsed hole.

The man was fast, and his whole body was shrouded in a cyan magical shield.

"Maitiel. ”

Wren's heart jumped, but his movements were not slow at all, and the machine gun aimed at Mytir and fired continuously.

When Maitiel appeared, he was already casting spells, but his movements were still half a beat slower, and bullets hit his shield, causing violent fluctuations.

Bang Bang Bang ......

The bullet was like a storm, although it failed to penetrate the shield, but the oscillation caused by it made Maitil's face pale, his soul unstable, and the spell in his casting was interrupted by force.

Wren was pleasantly surprised when he saw this.

Sure enough, the bullets from the machine gun couldn't break through the legendary wizard's shield, but they were enough to threaten him. ”

Spellcasters above the legendary, their shields are tougher than steel, comparable to the scales of a dragon, and there is no limit to the duration, similar to constant spells, as long as the soul power is not depleted, and the attacks received do not exceed the upper limit of the shield, the shield can be maintained forever.

However, such a shield has a disadvantage, that is, it consumes soul power at all times.

If the shield is attacked continuously and strongly, it will consume a large amount of soul power in an instant, which may affect the caster of the shield.

Normally, this is rare, and the caster does not allow himself to be in such a desperate situation.

It was with this in mind that Wren chose to make the bolt.

In just a few seconds, Mytil's soul power was rapidly decreasing, and the shield began to be a little unstable, and he realized that the situation was not right, and raised his hand to instantly cast a spell.

A clear stream of air flew out.

Wren's pupils constricted, and the moment Mytiel cast the spell, he recognized it as an air blast technique.

This spell originally had only one ring, but it was promoted to four rings by Mytir and mastered the instantaneous supermagic technique.

The Four Rings' Airblast Technique!

Wren didn't think about it, and launched a flash.

When his figure appeared more than twenty meters away, he immediately charged, trying to get farther away.

Smack!

A strange roar exploded at the place just now, and the air collapsed inward, and then burst out in an instant, forming a white shock wave that spread outward like lightning.

In the shockwave, there were countless wind blades, like sharp blades, cutting wildly.

Wren, who was charging, couldn't dodge, and several wind blades slashed into his back, and the thorn electric armor emerged, sending out a crackling electric current, blocking the wave of attacks.

Wren looked back and saw that a hole had been blown out of the meadow.

The ground with a radius of thirty meters has been cut out of hundreds of scratches, and if someone is in it, they can't resist it, and they will end up with a thousand cuts.

"The power of the air blast technique is terrifying, the legendary wizard is really terrifying. ”

Wren turned his gun and continued shooting.

However, after Maitiel threw the air blast spell, the second spell had already been cast, and a wall of wind blocked her face, while a white mist spread out and obscured her vision.

"What a quick response. ”

Wren couldn't help but marvel at the opponent's combat experience.

Born in the floating city of Wezeland, this legendary elemental envoy is a typical Mordu wizard who specializes in a small number of spells, mostly related to the Wind Elemental.

The bullet hit the wall of wind, still penetrating the past, but its power was weakened by one layer.

Once the wall is pierced, the bullet is no longer a threat to Mytir.

The fog grew larger and larger, and soon enveloped the large meadow in front of the castle, and Mytir hid in the fog, calmly casting spells.

But what he didn't know was that the fog couldn't block Wren's vision at all.

In the Soul Eye, one of Mytil's elements lit up, which was a five-ring "summoning wind elemental" that could summon powerful minions from the wind elemental plane.

The wall of wind is still there, and the machine gun bullets can't deal a strong attack on the shield, and it's too far away to interrupt the opponent's spells.

Out of the corner of Wren's eye, he saw a slender figure flash, and his heart moved, and he turned around and retreated down the hill.

A few seconds later, two huge wind elementals emerged from the mist, they had the shape of giants, more than six meters tall, their bodies were translucent, and their bodies were surrounded by whirlwinds, and they were extremely fast, like two hurricanes sweeping in, and in their passes, rolling up grass clippings and dust.

By this time, Wren had retreated to the bottom of the mountain, and was far away from Mytir beyond his cast range.

The wind elemental rushes down the hillside.

A gleam flashed in Wren's eyes, and the Will of Truth saw through the void and reality, and went straight to the depths of the wind element's body, and found a crystal clear core, only the size of a finger, like a cyan gem.

The location of this core is constantly changing, and ordinary people simply can't find it, and they don't have a chance to attack.

Wren's eyes locked on the core.

The machine gun spewed flames.

The bullet whistled out, hitting a wind elemental in succession, piercing through its protective whirlwind, penetrating into it, and extremely delicately hitting the core, blowing it up.

The wind elemental let out a wail, and the tall body turned into a gust of wind and vanished.

After a few gunshots, another wind elemental also went with the wind.

Maitir in the mist was full of astonishment, the wind element he had summoned was equivalent to a high-level giant, and he didn't expect to kill Wren, as long as it played a role in containing the enemy, he was wiped out as soon as he came out.

He visually surveyed the distance to Wren and found that it was too far.

None of his spells can attack.

This gave Mitiel a ridiculous feeling in his heart, wizards always wanted to get as far away from the enemy as possible, and the first rule of battle was not to let the enemy get close.

The situation in front of him is that he needs to take the initiative to close the distance.

He'd never been in such a situation before, and it was a real problem.

Maitiel quickly thought of a solution, swung his staff, and once again released a wall of wind that landed in the middle of the hillside.

Behind the wall of wind, a large area of fog spreads out.

Then he opened an arbitrary door that led to the mist on the hillside, and strode in.

In the fog, Maitiel looked at Wren's location and couldn't help but be stunned, but he didn't find Wren's figure.

"He's invisible. ”

Maitiel did not forget the information of the new Earl of Glamorgan, who was a battle wizard who also had the ability to cast spells, and had just cast fireball spells and flashes.

He immediately blessed himself with insight and prepared to find out Wren's traces.

Seeing through the illusion, he searched the city wall under the hillside, but found nothing.

Maitilton realized that something was wrong, insight and stealth were both three rings, and the two restrained each other, and whoever had the highest number of spell rings would have the advantage.

His insight has not improved, he is still the third ring, but he can't see the enemy.

This shows that Ren's stealth technique is higher than the three rings!

"There are other wizards who are meddling in the shadows. ”

The thought flashed through Maitiel's mind, and she suddenly noticed that a magic wave appeared behind her, just within the range of the mist, just a few steps away!

He didn't think about it, and fled.

However, this flash failed, and he was still in place, a purple ring with a diameter of about three meters appeared all around, and there were faint runes floating in the air.

"Circle of Imprisonment!"

Maitiel exclaimed, this is the five-ring arcane, locking the space within the ring, prohibiting teleportation and flashing, and only the legendary and above arcane masters can master it.

He jerked around and saw Wren emerge through an arbitrary door, his weapon spewing flames.

Dada......

At such a close distance, the bullets poured like water on the shield, causing violent fluctuations.

The soul power fell like a bursting embankment, hitting Mytiel back again and again, and the ring of imprisonment followed him like a shadow, making it impossible for him to escape quickly.

Bang bang bang!

The machine-gun bullets hit the same point of the shield, creating a resonance effect that broke the shield in just a few seconds.

Maitiel's face turned pale, and he raised his hand to blow up an air blast, trying to kill Wren.

However, after raising his hand, the air blast technique did not appear.

The spell has been countered!

Maitiel looked desperate, this must have been the work of the legendary arcanist hiding in the shadows, he didn't care about Wren, fortunately the flying technique was still there, and the whole person flew into the air, trying to escape.

Da da da, the gunfire did not stop for a second.

Maitiel was very fast, flying higher and higher, but the shield on his body was getting thinner and thinner, and his flight was unstable.

Syllable!

With a bang, the shield was finally shot, and Mytir fell from mid-air.