Can the bullets of ordinary firearms be compared to the water bullets of the clams, which can easily penetrate the reef and shatter the crystallized steel and stone trees half a meter thick?

Of course not.

Terra's current ordinary gunpowder weapons, the muzzle velocity is up and down three times the speed of sound, and the kinetic energy is up and down 4,000 joules, it is not a problem to hit people, and it is no problem to hit ordinary steel armor, but it is really useless against the kind of armor that obviously spans the pre-era technology of ordinary gunpowder weapons for several eras.

Even, because of the excellent physique and material science and craftsmanship of the Terra people, it can be made even thicker, and the 'alloy heavy armor' weighing two or three hundred pounds can easily block ordinary bullet warheads, and only special guns blessed with alchemy charging modules can pry open these real iron cans that are measured in centimeters for armor thickness.

In other words, ordinary firearms can't even break through the essentia sand armor on the outer layer of Ian's skin, making it difficult for him to break through his skin.

But the boy didn't plan to deal with these natives this time, so he used the 'hole cards'.

So he just dodged.

Bang bang bang!!

More than a dozen guns fired in unison.

Ordinary humans, naturally, are unable to dodge bullets - they can't even see the bullet with their dynamic vision, let alone control their bodies to dodge.

However, not to mention that Ian has a silver chip that enhances his all-round perception and provides incredible speed of nerve signal transmission...... With the basic quality of the first level sublimator alone, it was not difficult to dodge the fire suppression of several guns.

Even, because of Hilliard's training back then, the boy felt that he could avoid it with his eyes closed and relying on pure essentia perception.

In Ian's brain, the muzzles of all guns aimed at him stretched out in straight lines, and there was a possible dispersion within them. More than a dozen guns form a net, and each mesh line will expand, which is the stray bullet error caused by the muzzle vibration in theory.

And this net is full of mistakes and omissions.

The moment the natives raised their guns and pointed them at themselves, the boy had already taken a step, his speed burst could reach fifty meters per second, and in an instant, he had already broken into the close range of the natives with guns on the left.

Those natives who were aiming at him from a distance of dozens of meters thought they were already safe, but in fact, for the sublimators, they were close at all!

This abnormal sense of distance is one of the reasons why it is difficult for ordinary people to fight against the sublimators.

The bullets staggered behind him, and the sound of concussions was still chasing the bullet itself, but Ian had already raised his sword and slashed down.

Swords are better suited for stabbing and killing enemies with a very aggressive penetrating force, only slashes with knives...... But for ordinary people without armor, even natives with tough skin like tree bark would only be easily cleaved by steel creations.

What's more, the speed at which Ian swings his sword carries the strength of his own whole body, and its speed is so fast that people can only see a circle of diffused sword light.

Burst!

Just an arc of sword light swept by, and the heads, shoulders, and waist and abdomen of the three natives were cut off by an oblique cold light.

Before they knew it, their heads and bodies were separated from the bodies beneath them.

It took even a moment for a wave of blood to splash across the faces of the other surrounding natives before they realized in horror that their target had broken through into them.

"Don't worry about each other, shoot!"

The leader immediately gave the order to prevent their elite team from being defeated one by one by one because they were concerned about their teammates, but the end result of his order was targeted by Ian, and the white phantom pounced on him with a speed faster than the Sharpclawed Tiger.

Bang bang bang!!

The native squad fired with all their might, ignoring their captain and began to shoot continuously.

In an instant, just as Ian's sword pierced the captain's head, and the huge force completely shattered his skull, dozens of bullets were already in the air, shooting up and down his body.

But how could this hurt a Wave Singer who had been honing his skills for four years?

Long before swinging his sword, Ian was already reciting words, and the water and mud flowing through the foggy forest rose into the air, turning into a muddy mud shield behind him, constantly vibrating and spinning.

The raining bullets sank into the mud shield, and it was distorted by a massive swirling concussive force, and although the improvised mud shield was quickly consumed by the numerous bullets, it also bought Ian time to move.

Taking advantage of this moment, Ian's figure disappeared from the eyes of these natives again.

"Above! He's in the canopy! ”

A keen hunter sensed Ian's movements, but it was too late—Ian, wielding his blade, swooped down from the branches of the jungle, and he was like a wind with countless blades wrapped in it, and whichever side it blew tore apart.

Blood splattered, but there was no wailing or screaming.

These natives, who are skilled in the use of firearms, are clearly the best of the best, and they can certainly pose a threat to Ian if they were to engage in a head-to-head battle in an uncovered plain area, or to ambush him from a distance when he is not looking...... But here are the woods.

It is the advantage of the 'indigenous', not the advantage of the 'gunslingers'.

After four years of aid and training, some of the indigenous elite quickly developed firearms combat capabilities, but they still followed the teachings of their ancestors, and this led to conflict.

and Ian's chances.

"Launch!"

A few of the natives back down there never fired a gun, hiding from the sidelines, their guns far larger and heavier than ordinary gunpowder firearms.

But when they finally locked onto Ian, they saw Ian throw his sword out of his hand, and the sharp sword light pierced through one, and the corpse smashed into the other.

The third activated the alchemy fire, and as the pancrystalline sand powder ignited, the ultra-high-velocity bullet wrapped in lightning tore through the air like real lightning and shot straight towards the young man's heart.

This is an alchemy bullet that can penetrate five centimeters of super-heavy armor, and even some of the weak points of the armor can be blasted open at close range, and it is absolutely impossible for an ordinary first-level sublimator to block this small cannonball.

But Ian was able to hold back. It's just that he doesn't need to block it.

Although the throwing of the sword made his body stiff, the Sublimator did not need to follow the ordinary way of moving.

"Left."

Before the Hunter could pull the trigger, Ian had already read the words, and the water in the high-pressure water gun at his waist followed the Wavesinger's orders and moved straight to the left.

The momentum tugged at the boy's body, which had stiffened for a moment, and dodged the alchemical bullet that flew out at a gallop, crashing into a hugging tree, sending sawdust flying and the hole wide open.

The fact that the alchemical firearms did not hit left all the natives in despair...... Because Ian, after taking a breath of relief, drew his sword from the corpse of the fallen natives again and began a new round of killing.

The sword light is like an afterimage, and the blood is splashed like raindrops.

In just a few breaths, Ian had already killed all the remaining natives who dared to fight back with guns.

Times have changed, but they haven't changed completely—the presence of the Ascendants and the skills of the pre-Terra era have indeed brought the offensive and defensive of guns and armor into unimaginable realms of Earth's craftsmanship and needs.

But as the crystallization of the current real 'highest technology', the existence of the sublimator, even if it is the first energy level, is still more powerful than these firearms that are not too beyond imagination.

Not to mention......

And the native hunters who have fled......

Ian pulls the water gun from his belt.

"Pressurize, launch."

He said calmly, instilling essentia, and then the water began to move rapidly, the cylindrical body of the spear pressurized, and then shot a straight stream of water, as strong as a flying arrow.

The colorless water runs through the body, and when it breaks through the body again, it turns red.

- What's more, who said that sublimators can't use guns?

The attacking indigenous squads were wiped out...... There may also be scouts watching from afar, but that's all trifle.

"The sword is broken. My skills are not good, I can't cut people like a cow, and kill people without losing my sword. ”

In the midst of the torn wreckage and blood, the boy raised his sword.

Ian stared at the fine iron longsword that had been badly worn out and the sword body was also a little bent, he shook his head slightly, then straightened it and retracted the scabbard: "Change it, leave it to Elan to do sword swinging training, you can save it." ”

Alchemy and inscription experiments were enough to spend money, and although he had money, good steel needed to be spent on the blade.

Until now, Ian has not closed the Prophetic Horizon.

The reason is simple.

He raised his head and looked at the woods on the other side: "Finished?" It's time to come out. I know you want to help me, but you don't. ”

Following Ian's gaze, he could see several figures emerging from the shadows in the forest.

The leader was a blonde-haired and green-eyed boy with an incredible staring expression, and even a little dazed.

Lewen