On the stone wall of the Miracle Castle, Ellie looked at the large magic guide gun that was strafing.

She had just killed an undead giant crocodile, and was about to clean up the abomination next to her, but she was robbed of her head by this thing...... No, Soulfire.

The "magic machine gun" named by the goddess herself is like three pipes put together. The shortest and thickest receiver in the middle was as big as Richie's thigh, and a tube in front was rolled up with layers of Mithril sandwiched in copper, hollowed out with countless holes, and a similar structure in the back.

The trigger grip and magazine are both in the receiver part, and unlike other magic guns, the magazine is actually on the top of the receiver, which is a round disk, even if the caliber of the bullet is twice that of the magic gun, two centimeters thick, it is also full of 300 rounds.

A bracket holds the receiver to the ground, and the bracket dial allows the machine gun to rotate and pitch freely. With the bullets, the whole gun weighs almost a hundred kilograms, not to mention one person, it is difficult for three people to serve.

This thing is so bulky, even if it fires a larger bullet in bursts, how much stronger can it be than the magic guide gun?

It was definitely just a coincidence that I killed the Abomination just now!

The expression on Elle's little face was like writing, and it was obvious that others could understand it at a glance.

The Destruction Saint stared at with disdain and suspicion, and the trio operating the machine gun was covered in sweat.

Trembling to choose your target, pull the trigger, and the receiver buzzes and pours bullets onto the elite zombie hordes that are closing in on the stone wall.

The green juice splattered, and the zombies fell one by one, either broken in two or with their heads bursting. The stream of blue light was like a scythe, harvesting the low-level undead like a wheat field.

The corners of Ellie's mouth were no longer crooked, and her lips were pursed.

Kind of interesting......

The Saintess's expression encouraged the gunman a little, and he chose a two-headed dragon that was flying low in the distance.

With an almost straight trajectory, the optical flow shot into the air four or five hundred meters away.

The two-headed skullsaur splattered bits of bone debris on its head, and it wailed, vibrating its bone wings to turn and flee, giving the gunman a clearer target.

On the broken flesh wings adhered to the bone wings, there was a series of bullet holes on the puff, breaking an unknown number of bone spurs.

The two-crust dragon struggled crookedly, and most of the bone wing on one side was suddenly torn off, and it fell straight to the ground, smashing a large number of skeleton soldiers.

Ellie's eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly.

Great!

The gunner became even more proud, changed direction, pulled the trigger, and activated the magic spell.

The hum of the receiver slowed down, and there were no bullets.

The other two people hurriedly changed the ammunition, and the disc-loaded magazine was a bit troublesome to change, plus nervousness, and they were in a hurry for a while.

Ellie frowned......

It's not awesome!

After changing the bullets, the gunner gritted his teeth, full of thoughts about reshaping his image in front of the saint.

The light flowed through the waves of the undead under the stone wall, and the grass was cut so well that the gunman rolled his eyes and fainted.

Elle rolled her eyes as well......

But that's it!

A gunman has to rest when he shoots a magazine, but this guy can't get out of the line of fire.

Let the medical team take the wounded away and another gunman to take over.

The gunslinger is determined to make a big deal in order to save the saint's impression of the magic machine gun.

He looked farther away. Nearly two kilometers away from the mouth of the valley, there is a character who looks like a death knight and is pointing at his subordinates, who should be a senior commander.

It was too far away to be able to hit the head, and only knocked down a few skeleton warriors next to the commander. The other skeleton warriors hurriedly propped up their heavy metal shields, and the bullets splashed sparks on the shields, and it took a while to knock down two, and the commander was gone.

Ellie exclaimed angrily, "Big eggs!

The gunman obediently followed Ellie's instructions and chose a closer target.

"I'm hungry!"

"Take the mud! silk yellow, chicken silk!"

"Donkey demon!

A magazine ran out, and Elle slapped the gunner: "Flower guts!"

Changing two people, Elle took advantage of the situation to seize the position of the gunner, skillfully pulled out the grip, and replaced it with her own.

Then she found that with her height of 1.4 meters and short arms, she could not operate this big gun at all.

The white light flickered, and Elle transformed into Catherine, humming and vibrating, and the magic machine gun began to spew light again.

The two gunmen glanced at each other, conveying a feeling of helplessness and relief.

At first, Catherine wasn't used to this kind of bursting magic weapon, and she always had to stop when switching targets. Later, it was found that this kind of "frugality" would waste divine power, so he simply held on to the trigger and strafed back and forth.

Although she couldn't see her face clearly while wearing a helmet, she knew that she was alive and well when she heard Catherine's occasional laugh.

Within a few hundred meters of the stone wall, the valuable target was almost emptied, and she set her sights on the target in the air again.

These flying units, including Banshees, Two-Headed Dragons, Undead Griffins, and more, have been circling the Miracle Keep. Finding an opportunity, he swooped straight down, like a fly, and was one of the most headache enemies for the defenders.

Catherine was dissatisfied again, the machine gun was fixed on the gun carriage, and she had to crouch down to have enough elevation angles.

With a sonorous bang, she directly ripped the machine gun off the shelf.

The tall silver-armored samurai, holding a huge magic machine gun in both hands, shot into the sky, laughing as he fired.

The laughter and gunfire mixed together, and it seemed to melt into the fierce blue flames that erupted from the muzzle of the gun, turning into a terrifying force, shooting the undead to the ground one by one, and even shattering the sky into bone chips.

Not only did the two gunmen look up at this scene blankly, but all the crimson warriors in the vicinity were fascinated.

It's simply the goddess of war!

It would be perfect if the laughter wasn't so wild.

..................

In the north wing of the fort, there is a blue light on the stone wall at every distance to shoot at the undead, and every turret also has a stream of light to cover the sky, not only adventurers like, but even ordinary legionnaires feel greatly reduced.

Dozens of magic machine guns were successively put in place, and the defense line was impregnable.

In addition to the Magic Guide Machine Gun, a variety of Magic Guide Guns also appeared.

There are arcane missiles that can shoot three missiles at the same time. Although there are no bullets, it is not as lethal as the magic guide gun, but it has a miraculous effect on the undead of the banshee. And three shots at a time, with constant intervals, it looks close to a repeating gun.

There are also those that shoot fire or freezing rays, which are inferior to the magic guns in terms of damage and penetration, but have a long range and are continuous attacks. It can damage slow undead such as Abomination at long distances.

These strange magic guns are like test items, and there are not many of them, and they are all given to specific people to use.

Adventurers in general also have a new weapon, which is a magic spray gun for close range. This weapon can deal damage to the entire sector in front of you, which is perfect for use when there is too much enemy in front of you.

Dykemo held the stubby barrel and sighed secretly, if there was such a weapon before, there was no need for Duan Chang to rush up to fight hand-to-hand.

By noon, the undead had weakened considerably, and the adventurers and soldiers had lunch boxes on the stone walls.

If the war is tense, there will be no lunch boxes, and you can only nibble on bread with slices of meat and vegetables.

The lunch box was very rich, fluffy bread, various vegetables, and several kinds of meat, all steaming, and each person was accompanied by a glass of light beer. The food is packed in a box of thick paper that is both sturdy and waterproof and insulating, and this is how the name "lunch box" comes from.

Adventurers are accustomed to this kind of boxed lunch, it is said that the wrapping paper was commissioned by the Duke to his good friend Master Rowanna research, in the adventurer's guild can be exchanged for a very low number of points, is all adventurers when they go out, used to hold food.

The soldiers had never seen it before, and they were reluctant to throw it away, and some even wore paper cups with ropes and hung them around their waists.

Packaging is secondary, and the content of the lunch box is the key.

A civilian soldier choked up and said, "It's delicious...... If you can eat this meal, you won't regret dying right away. ”

It was only then that remembered that many of the soldiers of this legion were serfs of the nobility.

It was a complete insult to an adventurer of extraordinary strength to eat with a lowly person like a serf. Even the clergy of the good gods, with compassion in their hearts, could not have squatted down with the serfs to eat so naturally.

But now, not to mention the adventurers, the Legion priests are all sitting on the floor, mingling in the soldiers' pile, holding a boxed lunch and eating deliciously.

The officer from the Fergus patted the soldier on the shoulder and said: "You will regret it, there is still a hot pot at night." ”

Another soldier picked up a piece of crystal clear meat and asked, "What kind of meat is this?" It tastes like fish, but I'm a fisherman, and I've never seen a fish look like this." ”

The officer said naturally, "Spider meat." ”

There was a pop and a pop, and many people spat out the contents of their mouths.

was indignant, and felt that these serfs were really despicable: "What a waste of you!

The fisherman thought for a moment, ate the piece of meat, and said as he chewed, "I'm so hungry that I might even eat human flesh, but what is spider meat?" ”

Some of the soldiers timidly tried again, and others asked nervously, "What about the other meat?

"Double-headed beef, crystal pork, ah, and a pair of fried chicken wings," said one adventurer, "it seems that the druids of the Security Department have developed a new breed that can grow three pairs of chicken wings." ”

"Can a chicken grow three pairs of wings?"

The soldier's eyes were straight at the thought, and he couldn't think of a specific look.

Forked the chicken wings and gnawed them, and the soldier sighed happily: "It's really chicken wings, I picked up the leftover chicken wings of the lord when I was a child and gnawed them, and I still remember the taste." ”

There are also soldiers who greedily said: "It's only three pairs, how good is ten pairs, everyone can eat chicken wings!"

The young adventurer said, "Just eating chicken wings will always get tired of eating." But don't worry, there are so many kinds of food that you can't eat in your whole life. ”

The officer smiled and said to the young man, "You know a lot. ”

"My sister is from the Ministry of Security, and she is very familiar with the druids of the 'Everything Can Be Eaten' in the Ministry", the young man scratched his head embarrassedly: "I also had the opportunity to enter the study class of the Beta City Integration Department, but I didn't pass the review of the standard-bearer, saying that I still need to hone my will." ”

The officer comforted: "If you can hold out to the end of this war, your will will will definitely be up to the mark." ”

The adventurers coughed one after another, and the young man said with a bitter face: "It was good, but when you say this, I feel like my will is about to collapse." ”

"Ah...... Haha, forget and forget", the officer scratched his head embarrassedly: "I forgot the taboo of you adventurers." ”

Then he restrained his smile and said seriously: "If you really want to join the Fei Gong, you can't talk about this taboo." ”

Thinking about the Holy Samurai Duan Commander who died before, Dake sighed, and secretly said that he was not qualified to join the Fei Gong.

After lunch, the puppet cart arrives with new weapons.

The magic guide machine gun and all kinds of new magic guide guns opened the eyes of Dake and others, but this kind of puppet car is a strange thing that everyone can't bear to see.

Although relying on this kind of car can easily move the injured and supplies, but the structure of a humanoid puppet with two legs is really a spiritual pollution.

This magic guide car is converted from discarded puppets collected from the Storm Islands, and a hole is made in the puppet's belly, unnecessary things are removed, and people are stuffed into it to manipulate. Add two legs to the back, holding an open-top carriage, which can run and climb. Although the speed is not as fast as the carriage or the magic guide car used by the nobles, it can go anywhere, and the puppet is still very strong and durable.

The problem is that it's too glaring.

When another batch of weapons was unloaded from the cart and distributed to the adventurers, Dekker suddenly left behind the mental pollution caused by the puppet cart.

Automatic Magic Gun!

There are still two kinds, and the secretary of the Fei Gongmo Working Committee, who came with the weapon, said that ordinary people use Stoner to test Type II, and those who are large and high-level use Mikhail to test Type II.

chose Mikhail because it was nothing more than a trumpet magic machine gun.

The officer specifically warned that a first-class professional would run out of ammunition if he fired a maximum of five magazines, or one hundred and fifty rounds. However, Mikhail's rate of fire is twice that of Stoner, and he will run out of power faster, so he must be careful to exercise moderation.

was a third-level ranger, and he felt that he could shoot close to 500 rounds even according to a simple multiple, so he didn't take this warning seriously.

What is the concept of 500 rounds? In the past, when I used to use the Finney Magic Gun to clean the lair of the undead, I would shoot 100 rounds in a whole day. Before the hot pot feast in the evening, why can't you hit 500 rounds?

In the afternoon, the undead offensive intensified again. put his arms around Mikhail's automaton and swept down the undead one by one, his eyes blood-red, and the concept of five hundred rounds was completely absent from his mind at this time.

A magazine of thirty rounds was fired in less than ten seconds. He unloaded the bomb with his mechanical magazine, loaded the magazine, and together with his companions, used the blue flame that spewed out continuously, firmly blocking the waves of the undead under the stone wall.

All afternoon, the legionnaires were mostly in a state of spectatorship, and not many undead could rush up the stone wall. Later, he learned how to press the magazine, and he squatted behind the wall to help the adventurer reload.

After firing another magazine, Dick felt a blur in front of him and his legs began to go limp.

Damn, how many shots did you make?

Just as the darkness was not good, under the stone wall, on the top of the hill where he had shot into a hill of bones, a skeleton warrior with only half of his body left threw a spear.

The spear was stuck in's unprotected shoulder, and he fell to the ground screaming.

In the evening, at the beginning of the moonlight, fluorite lamps illuminate the fort all around.

Under the cover of night, the undead were originally more active than during the day. But the light as bright as day contains divine power, which is more serious than the suppression of the undead by the sun, so at night, the undead are temporarily silenced.

In addition to the necessary vigilance and lookouts, the defenders of the three forts all sat happily around the pot and enjoyed the long-awaited feast of hot pot.

The members of the Poplar team sighed: "It's a pity that the captain is not here." ”

Another member of the team said: "I hope he gets better soon and doesn't miss out on more good things." ”

The team members held two slender wooden sticks in one hand and scrambled to reach into the pot to catch something: "So, let's help him eat the captain's share!"

Amid laughter, the ground shook violently.

Seeing the pot overturn and the soup and meat spilled on the ground, the team members were horrified.