Chapter 615: Mobile Dawn (X.)

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This is not an illusion.

In the airship, Morozov, who was in charge of observing the crystal ball, had already sensed Ducat's presence and directly locked the detection camera on him.

The Dawn and Dawn were designed with different intentions, the latter being primarily a "living advertisement" to display and promote the concept of air transport, and the interior facilities were mainly civilian; The "Dawn" was positioned as an air combat platform from the beginning, so it not only has an independent bomb bay, an automatic bomb bombing device, an aviation carrier capsule and up to eight rapid-fire magic crystal guns, but its more prominent feature is that the above weapons are combined through the "Detection Crystal" to form a unified fire control system.

From the perspective of Roland, a traveler from the earth, the "Discovery Crystal" of the "Aurora" actually has the function of "fire control radar".

When Morozov locked onto Ducat with the crystal ball, the eight rapid-fire magic crystal cannons equipped with the airship immediately automatically turned their muzzles to point to the ground, and immediately fired violently in unison, and the cannonballs were swept down with the arc of electricity!

The rumbling of artillery shook the night sky, and the densely intertwined barrage swept down the Shahua Fishman piece by piece, and the ground popped through the rain of bullets, and a puff of blood-colored smoke and dust rose up.

Ducatt was the primary target of the cannon fire, desperately swinging his knife to block the cannon fire. However, at this moment, one of his hands had been clamped off by the landing gear and could not hold the sword, and he only relied on the remaining other pair of hands to swing the knife to perform the "storm defense", which could not stop the endless strafing of the eight machine guns in the air.

Roland opened the mechanical armor hatch and jumped out, carrying Durandal to Ducat's side, this fierce demon general who has been unparalleled in the North Sea all his life, has been bombarded by the machine cannon at this moment, and he can't see the human form, the magic leather armor on his body and the enchanted double knife in his hand have been shattered, and the tragic scene is shocking.

I have to say that this guy's physique is surprisingly strong, and he still has a breath left after being bombarded like this. At this moment, he was speechless, half of his head was shattered by the machine gun, and only a bloodshot eyeball stared at Roland, and he used his last strength to stretch out his trembling hand and point to the heavy sword in his hand.

After a little thought, Roland realized his intentions, and a trace of unspeakable sadness appeared in his heart.

"Understood, I'll send you on your way."

Roland walked up to Ducatt and stabbed him in the heart with a sword.

The four-armed Sawa fish-man "Storm Warrior" let out a low sigh and slowly closed his eyes.

He feared death, but his pride as a swordsman made him reluctant to die under the shelling, and it was not until Roland gave him the final blow with Durandal as he wished, that he let go of his resentment and closed his eyes peacefully.

Roland was not a true warrior and had never pursued the so-called "samurai spirit", but he could understand Ducat's dying feelings.

This storm warrior has devoted his life to sword cultivation, and has reached a very high level in the field of martial arts, and it is rare to meet opponents under the legend, even in the face of a mecha equipped with a magic crystal cannon, he dares to cross the sword and face the opposite without fear, and what is even more incredible is that he can really use his sword to cut down cannonballs without injury!

However, after all, there is a limit to manpower, and how can Ducats withstand 1-pounder guns and 2-pounder guns, but how can they withstand 10-pounder shells or even 100-pounder guns? He did his best to resist the continuous fire of one machine gun, but it was impossible to resist the concentrated fire of eight machine guns, and when the "Dawn" rose into the sky, his fate was already doomed.

Standing next to Duccat's corpse, Roland truly felt that a new page was being opened in the history of the North Bay, the Far East, and even the entire world of Vares, and those who were at the corner of the old and the new era may often have a sense of hesitation about where to go, and even pessimistic about the coming age of magic and steam.

The close integration of magic, alchemy, mechanics and industry is the trend of future world development, and new magic weapons such as warships, mechas, and airships emerge one after another, and continue to develop according to this trend for ten or twenty years, and one day these new technologies and new weapons will be used in large-scale warfare to completely shatter the existing world pattern.

Roland can even think that the current regional conflict between Baigull Harbor and Giant Demon Island is a rehearsal of the future war pattern. A traditional samurai like Ducati, who does not understand magic and rejects advanced technology, and who has devoted his life to the cultivation of martial arts, will no longer be able to play a leading role in future wars.

When the last of the Sawa fishmen collapsed in a pool of blood, the cannon fire ceased, and the city's night returned to calm.

Roland reached out and pulled out the +2 Ice Burst double-headed sword that was stuck diagonally on the ground, turned back to his companion, and waved the strangely shaped weapon in his hand: "Who will use this?" ā€

Zehir looked at the left and right and saw that there was no answer, and raised his hand a little embarrassed.

"Take it, it's much more handsome than your scythe." Roland smiled and threw the double-headed sword over.

Zehir raised his hand to catch it, skillfully turning his wrist, the double-headed sword roared and flew, drawing an arc of light, and the blade containing magic brought a cold wind, freezing the water vapor in the night sky into fine dewdrops, which immediately condensed into frost.

Zehir put away the powerful magic weapon and thanked Roland gratefully.

"You and Jennifer have worked hard these days, while the war is over, I will distribute the loot harvested in the past two days, and then we will challenge more powerful enemies, now one more increase in combat power, and the safety will be more guaranteed."

Roland took out a black robe from the storage bag and handed it to Jennifer, "This is the sacrificial robe of the 'Black Water Walker' Renard, only the druid can wear it, it has constant" Wild Power ", and an additional Wild Transformation is added every day, Zehir has a new weapon, this sacrificial robe is yours." ā€

Jennifer is a tomboy who has no scheming, and she is not polite to him, she took the robe and looked at it, and put it directly on the outside of the leather armor, and immediately felt the magic penetrating in, and her strength, agility and physique have been significantly improved, and she laughed happily.

Veronica couldn't get used to her big personality, and couldn't help but complain: "Forget about other equipment, this is clothes!" Or is it worn by a man, and you don't feel awkward when you wear it directly on yourself? ā€

"Clothes are just things to cover the body, just clean and warm, what's there to care about?" Jennifer asked blankly.

Veronica tugged at the corners of her mouth, "It's really lucky to have a man marry you, save worry and money." ā€

"Jennifer is a druid, not so particular, but unlike you, her eyes light up when she sees beautiful jewelry." Roland teased with a smile.

Miss Ninja shrugged, "I'm still pretty confident in my taste. ā€

"And what do you think of this dress?" Roland took out another translucent piece of fabric from the storage bag, which looked like a sexy underwear.