The vision changed, and Wren returned to the teleportation hall in Glamorgan.

The surrounding Ultramarines saluted in unison.

"Boss!"

Glamorgan Castle is the center of all teleportation arrays in Rennes, and the only Astral Pillar is installed here, so the number of Ultramarines stationed in the hall is the largest, with a team of twelve people, all from Sicarus' company.

In addition, there are two teams of spear-winged knights standing guard outside, and Wren has also arranged a number of protective arrays, which can be described as impregnable.

Akaland, who teleported back together, swept his eyes and found that the strength of this team of extreme warriors was even stronger, and the dangerous aura emitted made even himself, a legendary mid-level mechanic, feel a little trembling.

He finally couldn't hold back and asked, "Wren, how many Ultramarines do you have now?"

Because the Ultramarines always wear blue armor and helmets in front of outsiders, it is difficult to tell the difference between them just by their breath, let alone find out the number of people.

Anyone who pays attention to Rennes has only one feeling, that is, there have been more and more Ultramarines in the past two years, and I don't know where they came from.

In fact, it is not only Akalande who is curious, but many people in the empire also want to find out.

The Macurag people are a barbarian tribe on the plateau, with some reputation in history, and their personal strength is only relatively strong among the barbarians, why did their strength skyrocket to such an exaggerated level after taking refuge in Rennes.

Some forces even secretly sent people to the Saine Plateau to try to explore the tribes of the Maculags, but as soon as they approached the city of Astarte, they were cleared by the remaining Ultramarines.

"If anyone dared to ask me this question, my head would have been blown off by now. Wren looked at Akaland and replied faintly.

Akalande craned his neck, the curiosity on his face gone.

"Hahaha...... Just kidding, you took it seriously. Wren laughed, patted Akalande on the shoulder, and put his arm around him as he walked out.

"It's not funny at all!" Akaland angrily pulled Wren's hand away.

Now Wren is famous in the Empire, along with his warhammer, which has repeatedly blown the heads of his enemies in battle, making many people shudder, and the fate of the king of Congatro is an example. And Wren's expression just now was so serious, and it involved the secrets of the Ultramarines, who knows if he would suddenly blow it with a hammer?

Wren let go of his hand and smiled silently.

Akalande was also very interested, and walked through the interior of the castle to the antechamber. Before leaving, he looked at Wren who had sent him out, opened his mouth, and finally did not speak.

Wren saw that he wanted to speak and stopped, and his soul was also very entangled, and said:

"Tell me something. ”

Akaland hesitated for a few seconds, and when Wren was about to lose his patience, he finally spoke, "Then I'll say it." ”

"Hurry up, I have something else to do. Wren took out his microphone and glanced at the time.

"Look at this. ”

Akalande took out something from the dimensional ring, and Wren's face changed instantly, because it was a submachine gun, the submachine gun used by the Lance Knight, the swarthy body of the gun was shining with metallic luster, and it looked heavy.

"Where did you get that?" Wren asked.

He carefully observed this submachine gun, the appearance was exactly the same as the one he made, and when he took it to his hand, he noticed that something was wrong, the weight was wrong, and the internal structure was slightly different, it was not cast in one piece like activated metal, but assembled with various parts, more like a normal firearm product.

Akalande's face was serious, and he replied: "This appeared at an auction in Shenzhen-Hong Kong City a few days ago, and was bought by the branch president of the mechanical union over there and delivered to me. ”

Wren nodded.

He rubbed the submachine gun in his hand, and after thinking about it, he said, "Go to the mechanical alchemy room." Akalande followed him back to the castle, and the two soon entered the spacious mechanical alchemy room.

There were also Ultramarines standing guard here, and Akalande looked curiously at the equipment in the room, all kinds of mechanical tools were complete, and some of them he couldn't even name. The tables were piled with a large amount of alchemy materials, protected by rune circles, and it was obvious that this was Wren's private studio.

There is also a small shooting range on one side of the mechanical alchemy room.

Wren stood at the firing end of the shooting range and said, "This submachine gun is a replica, there should have been more than one at that auction, right?"

"Yes. Akalander retracted his gaze from the alchemy room, "There are fifteen in total, all of them have been bought, and the cheapest one has been sold for 1,200 gold guilders!"

"There are a lot of people who know the goods. Wren scoffed.

Akalande smiled bitterly, "Who doesn't know the prestige of the Ultramarine? There is also the Spear Wing Knight, who swept through the extraordinary army of Congartro with the submachine gun in his hand three years ago, and I don't know how many people secretly watched, just to get the secret of the submachine gun." ”

"To be honest, if it weren't for the mechanical union cooperating with you, I would have wanted to do it quietly. ”

Wren snorted.

The Soul Eye saw that Akalander was telling the truth, and that the imitation of the submachine gun had nothing to do with the mechanical union.

In fact, as early as a few years ago, when Wren decided to equip the Lance Knight with a submachine gun, he was already mentally prepared to leak it out. After all, the Spear Wing Knight is only a beginner-level transcendent, most of them are first-level or second-level, and they are fearless on the battlefield, but they can't prevent the prying eyes of those high-level transcendents in peacetime.

Ever since two years ago, the Knights of the Gunfred had been deployed in the cities of the Duchy of Augustus, far from Fort Kongo and Glamorgan, and their camps had been plagued by thieves.

The targets of these Shadow Warriors are all submachine guns!

Most of the thieves were discovered in time and killed on the spot, but there were also a few extremely powerful transcendents who succeeded, including many legendary-level shadow warriors, and extreme warriors were helpless.

On two or three occasions, the Lance Knight was attacked while patrolling the city, resulting in casualties and the snatching of submachine guns.

Wren was furious and personally pursued it.

But he was not omnipotent, only a part of the submachine guns were recovered, and a few guns were still missing.

After interrogating those people, it was found that they were not actually sent by some big forces, some of them were desperate to sell submachine guns at high prices to make a fortune, and some of them were behind the "gunners", a group of people who were most eager for submachine guns.

A year and a half have passed since the first submachine gun disappeared, and imitations have finally appeared on the market.

So Wren wasn't very surprised.

As expected, those submachine guns have fallen into the hands of the big forces and have been studied countless times.

Wren shook his head, raised the replica submachine gun, and opened fire at the target.

Bang bang bang!

The gunfire was loud, and it lasted for a few seconds before it stopped, and a series of craters appeared on the opposite target, which was extremely powerful, even stronger than a real submachine gun.

Wren withdrew from the magazine, took out a bullet from it, looked at it twice, and couldn't help but smile.

"How?" asked Akaland, eagerly.

"It's just a copy of the shape and structure. Wren returned the gun to Akaland, "It still uses regular phlogiston bullets, no different from ordinary soul guns. ”

The most important reason why submachine guns are powerful is the special caseless bullets.

Only the outer shell of this bullet is made of phlogiston, and the inside is filled with a unique propellant "invented" by Wren, which only needs one-twentieth of soul power to activate the bullet, allowing the Spear Wing Knight to shoot enemies in bursting mode without hesitation.

Wren noticed it during the test shot.

This replica submachine gun consumes a lot of soul power, far more than caseless bullets, and the bullet used is a cylindrical metal shell filled with phlogiston. He is a legendary wizard, and he can withstand so much soul power consumption, and ordinary gunmen can't withstand it at all, I'm afraid that it will leak after firing a few bullets in a row, and it won't last.

In this way, it is not fundamentally different from the previous soul gun, at most it can only shoot in bursts.

If the gunner's burst of fire is too high, then the phlogiston bullet cannot be blessed with soul power, and many high-level gunners' unique elements and skills cannot be used, which falls into a dead loop.

"It turns out that the problem is with the bullet. Akaland's face froze.

Wren looked at him with a smile, "Can't you guess?" The vice president of the dignified mechanical union, with countless capable people, will not be able to see the problem? This imitation submachine gun must have been studied by him I don't know how many times.

"Ahem......" Akalande looked a little embarrassed.

Wren didn't want to expose him, so he changed the subject and asked, "Did any special bullets for submachine guns appear at the auction?"

The Lance Knight usually carries at least five refilled magazines with him, and when the submachine gun is snatched away, a batch of ammunition is also lost.

"Special bullets?" Akalande shook his head strangely, isn't this bullet right? He immediately reacted and asked curiously, "What kind of bullet does a submachine gun have?"

Wren directly took out a boxy caseless bullet and threw it at the other party.

"Square bullet!"

Akalande was taken aback, he had never thought of such a bullet. When the caseless bullet was in his hands, his "metallic touch" immediately took effect, sensing the mystery of the caseless bullet, his face was full of amazement, and he praised: "What a wonderful idea!"

He rummaged over and over to study the caseless bullet in his hand, and soon became a little puzzled, "Only the shell is made of phlogiston, but it is not hollow, it should be filled with a non-metallic material, this is the biggest secret of the submachine gun, right?"

"Yes. ”

Wren gave Akalande another real submachine gun, "You can try it." ”

"Good!" Akalande was overjoyed, and skillfully opened the safety to aim at the target and fired, emptying the thirty rounds in the magazine in one go.

After the ceasefire, his eyes widened.

"I see!"

"Shooting so many bullets, the power is not small, a bullet is equivalent to a ring of magic missiles, but it only consumes so little soul power!" Akalande couldn't put down the submachine gun, and exclaimed: "No wonder the Spear Wing Knight is obviously only a beginner-level transcendent, but he can maintain such a powerful fire suppression. ”

He pinched the caseless bullet in front of his eyes and asked Wren, "Is that okay?"

"You can try it. Wren nodded.

Akalande thought for a moment before he moved.

He carefully mobilized his soul power, and a pale green flame gushed out from his fingers to form hair-like filaments, which circled around the caseless bullet and began to cut inward.

This green flame is the "smelting fire" of the mechanic.

The main soul of the mid-level mechanic's fusion is called the "Mine Tunnel Sour Firefly", this strange giant insect feeds on metal, can spit green flame to melt metal, after the mechanic is familiar with it, it can be used to quickly smelt metal materials, and can also repair, strengthen, and restore all kinds of mechanical products, which is a necessary element for every mechanic.

The temperature of the smelting fire is not high, and it looks very unremarkable.

However, it is a flame after all, and it is a flame converted from soul power, and when it comes into contact with the phlogiston shell of the shellless bullet, it is instantly ignited.

Bang!

The bullet exploded, and the bullet grazed Wren's face and flew out, leaving a faint smell of gunpowder in the air.

Not reconciled, Akaland asked Wren for another caseless bomb to try, which soon exploded again. Wren simply gave him a full magazine with thirty rounds in it.

Bang bang......

No matter how careful Akalande was, the bullets always exploded one after the other.

After he found that this method did not work, he gave up the "smelting fire" and switched to violent dismantling, but found that it did not work. This square bullet is perfect, there is not a single gap on the surface, and the cartridge case will ignite and ignite as soon as it is deformed by a little pressure.

Even, he used an extremely thin, light and sharp short sword to cut the bullet in half as quickly as possible, but it still exploded, and he didn't have time to see the shape inside the bullet.

After tossing for more than ten minutes, the bullets in the entire magazine were blown up.

"How did you do that?" asked Akaland, completely convinced, depressed.

He had too many questions.

Not only is he curious about the internal materials of the shellless bomb, but how did Wren make phlogiston into a shell, as if it was cast from the whole body?

Wren had known that this would be the case, otherwise, there would have been more than imitation submachine guns in the auction houses in Shenzhen-Hong Kong City. Its receiver structure has been modified to adapt to conventional phlogiston bullets, and the overall structure has become more complex, and the shooting accuracy and speed have been reduced.

This is just the first line of protection.

Wren believed that someone would be able to figure out the propellant from the bullet, after all, there were too many magical spells in the world.

Then they will run into a second problem: how to decipher the composition of gunpowder?

The propellant of the shellless bullet is improved by him, which is completely different from the dwarf's "fire sand", the composition is very complex, and the refining method is also the dissolution method of the previous life, which is a system that is different from the alchemy of Ehrenus, without the slightest participation of extraordinary power.

If alchemy is used to explore the composition of the propellant, and how to develop it, it may never come to fruition.

In addition, there is a bullet primer, which is not much worse than the propellant.

The principles of chemistry and alchemy are fundamentally two different things. If you go in the wrong direction, no matter how hard you try, your efforts will be in vain.

Wren is confident in this.

It has been almost two years since submachine guns and shellless bullets fell into the hands of outsiders, and until now they have only copied nondescript submachine guns, which shows that their predictions are correct. After getting their hands on the submachine guns, they were unable to develop the original, so they auctioned off a batch of imitations to distract themselves.

Perhaps, they have already exhausted all the shellless shells.

"How to make a caseless bullet, I'm sure I won't tell you. Wren smiled, looking at Akaland's blank eyes, "I turned you down and the mysterious president a few years ago, but now things are different. ”

"What do you mean?" Akalande's eyes lit up with anticipation.

"Those gunmen are so hungry for submachine guns, and I shouldn't have them to myself, lest someone always sneak up on the Lance Knight and cause unnecessary casualties. Wren paused, and continued: "I have authorized the production of submachine guns to the Mechanics Guild, and I will be responsible for providing a limited number of ammunition, but the Mechanics Guild must ensure that it can monopolize this business and prevent those imitations from circulating in the market. ”

Akalande was pleasantly surprised, but not carried away by the benefits.

"I'm afraid that the mechanical union alone will not be able to suppress those forces. He found it a little tricky, and tentatively asked, "Can we get Wezeland involved?"

Wren thought about it for a moment and nodded, "Yes." ”

"Then there's nothing wrong with that. Akalande felt a lot more relaxed, with Anthy Vodaus, the Holy Soul Wizard to rely on, he had a lot more confidence, and he asked again: "What about the profits, how will the profits be distributed?"

It's a huge business, and the distribution of benefits is made clear in advance.

"Personally, I want half. Wren said in a tone that could not be refused: "The Wezeland Floating City will be ten percent, and the rest will all belong to the Mechanical Union." ”

"Good!" said Akaland.

He knew very well that the key to this transaction was not to make money, but to greatly improve the overall strength of the mechanical union, you know, mechanics are also very dependent on soul guns! Mechanics below the legendary level are too inferior in combat effectiveness compared to other extraordinary professions, only better than gunners, and submachine guns can perfectly make up for this shortcoming.

After discussing a few details of the cooperation with Wren, Akaland immediately couldn't sit still and hurriedly left the castle to ask the mysterious president.

This time, Wren only sent him to the door of the mechanical alchemy room.

When he was alone in the room, Wren walked to the side of the indoor shooting range, a brand new firearm in his hand.

Its appearance resembles a submachine gun enlarged twice, the total length is less than a meter, it is huge and heavy, it looks like it weighs at least hundreds of pounds, the overall structure is complex and sharp, the gun body is shining with a few blue runes and energy lines, the caliber is even more amazing, it can fit into the thumb of an adult man, and the thick handle of the gun does not look like it is used by ordinary people.

Just looking at the shape and style of this gun, you can feel a shocking atmosphere.

Wren sparked a bloody rage, his body grew larger, his larger palm could barely hold the handle of the gun, aimed at the target a hundred meters away, and pulled the trigger.

Rumble!

The sound of the gunfire was like a thunderclap on the ground, which made the entire mechanical alchemy room tremble, and the huge recoil force was transmitted to the arm, making Wren frown.

If it were an ordinary person, the recoil of this shot would have shattered the entire arm.

But the power of this shot was also extremely terrifying, and the target on the opposite side was completely shattered, leaving a one-meter-diameter hole in the wall, and cobweb-like cracks spread around it, as if it had been hit by a cannonball.

Wren nodded with satisfaction, and said secretly: "Explosive guns, finally a little bit worthy of the name." ”