Marin nested by the wall on the second floor, the window had just been patronized by the fireball of chaos, considering that there might be some shooters staring, Marin could only reload while sighing at the extent of this Pamir city.

After entering the eastern part of the city, they began to encounter the Chaos Warriors, and they did not expect that they would encounter them, and they had to pay the price of seven dead and eleven wounded to kill those Chaos Warriors, and before they could take a breath, the Chaos Believers launched a group charge.

Although Madame Manly's guards dragged the two four-pounder guns over on horseback, the two sides fell into a scuffle before they could be erected, and they must not be used to bombard the melee area.

So the guards had to carry the two four-pounder guns up to the second floor.

Before they could fire a few shots, the Chaos Warlock blew up a man on his back, and after losing a cannon, the guards had to drag another door behind the line.

After Marlin finished loading his bullets, he turned his head to another window, and glanced at the chaos below, and he couldn't help but start to miss the clear-field coordination, napalm and Molotov cocktails.

That's right, Molotov cocktails.

Marin ran downstairs and pulled out some wine, some rags, and some materials from the house's kitchen.

Roughly matching them, Marin chose a group of Chaos cultists, and these guys rushed out of the corner, screaming with knives and guns to join the melee, so Marin threw two bottles of Sadoka cocktails at them - this is the highest spirit of Pamir City, the trademark says that the dwarves are favorites, and the alcohol content is 87 degrees, which is not much different from industrial alcohol.

To be honest, Marlin was devastated when he saw this thing - you dwarves are really drinking spirits?

Still, when they set the chaos on fire, Marin paid homage to the quality of the thing—it was a spirit, and the halflings loved it, and they got the recipe from Marin and immediately began to loot.

When they began to mass-produce Molotov cocktails, Marin saw a group of Chaos Believers again, they appeared completely in the alley on the other side of the street, they looked like just some citizens, they had no armor at all, and the murder weapons in their hands were also varied, Marlin could see kitchen knives, chair legs, bricks, and brooms.

Are these guys really Chaos believers?

With such doubts, there was a flash of light in Marin's raised right hand.

Four-Ring Plasticity, Lightning Gun.

This is a high-range technique that can reach a maximum range of 200 yards, and the advantage is that it is the only one to five rings that can hit a distance of 200 yards, and before the advent of the musket, this thing was the sniper rifle of the magic world.

And it also has a big disadvantage - there is no face damage, only the three yards around the body of the gun have electric spell damage, which is lower than the damage of its own hit.

But it's no problem at all to kill these pathetic pieces of waste that don't seem to have any combat power at all.

Marlin used Extreme Enhancement and Range Enhancement to strengthen the lightning gun in his hand, and then threw the lightning gun, and the pure white spear passed through the alley, and the direct contact was instantly wiped out, and the chaos in the range fell to the ground with smoke all over his body.

Then a bullet hit the window, and Marin heard the screams of Chaos in the street outside the window - the sound and light effects of the lightning guns were so gorgeous that Chaos could be seen by anyone who wasn't blind.

In fact, Marin is still going downstairs here, and there is chaos slamming on the door over there.

Marin went downstairs, Chaos also smashed open the door, looking at the crowd of chaos outside the gate, Marin pressed the detonator in his hand, this enemy-facing plate mine sprayed a large number of steel balls at the gate, the church ordered a good thing from the tool shop, Marin himself has not used it, thanks to this thing.

Hundreds of steel balls and shards swept through the gates, knocking all chaos to the ground.

Marlin flipped over the table and threw a grenade at the door, which hit the Chaos Warrior who rushed up as if it were not fatal, and the mode of impact detonation allowed it to reduce the target it crashed into into a part in the next second.

Chaos rushed in like a desperate person, and then was hit directly by the incendiary bombs thrown by the halflings, and a dozen people screamed and began to scatter and flee, while Marin was responsible for killing the chaos that ran towards him.

Gunshots were heard in the streets, the Chaos cultists were retreating, and Marin cautiously poked his head out to see that it was a group of soldiers, not like city guards, but like in the army.

"Hey, little ghost, are you from the church!" Someone saw Marin and noticed the armor on his body, and someone immediately greeted him.

"Yes, you can outflank the rear of Chaos by going through this alley!" Marin shouted.

So these big-headed soldiers went into the alley without saying a word.

Marin took the halfling to the rooftop, jumped over the gap between the houses, and returned to the melee zone - Chaos was still crowded, and there were some more Chaos warriors in the team, perhaps because they felt that the believers in front of them were in the way, and several of his Chaos warriors even cut down the believers.

Everyone, you can't even be a person, and you have to be hacked and killed by high-end units, it's really embarrassing.

The halflings happily threw the Molotov cocktails, and the crowded Chaos was ignited in large numbers, and the large soldiers accelerated the rout of the Chaos from behind, except that the Chaos Warriors still maintained their combat effectiveness, but lost the cover of the believers (or lost the cannon fodder that blocked the guns), they did not cause any casualties.

Marin went downstairs with a halfling at this time, Colin stood by the door, and nodded when he saw Marin: "What did you drop just now, I didn't feel the fluctuation of the technique, but from the perspective of the effect, it is very good." ”

"This thing." A halfling threw an unlit Molotov cocktail over, and Colin caught it and looked at it: "Sadoka? This thing? ”

"Yes, with a little material, this thing can burn fast and violently." Marin said.

"I see, it looks like we've got a good stock of corn." Colin said as he handed the Molotov cocktail in his hand to a dwarven substitute.

Then Marin saw the dwarf say thank you, pulled the strip of cloth off the bottle, and began to pour it into his mouth as soon as he craned his neck.

And then quite logically spit out: "What the hell is this?!" It's so sweet! And weird smell! The dwarf scolded.

Marin rolled his eyes.

Colin reached out and patted the dwarf on the head: "You're crazy! I'll let you take care of it! It's a Molotov cocktail! Not your wine! ”

"Then you didn't say it earlier!" The dwarf retorted.

Marin didn't know what to say, but one thing was for sure.

I'm afraid this thing can't be mass-produced in the tool shop.