If the ubiquitous killing intent filled the hall like water before the roar of the large corpse stopped, then when it closed its huge mouth full of fangs and tightened its alchemic flesh and bones, the killing intent of these predators surged like a tsunami.

The central main hall of the Château de Versailles has roughly 17 main chambers, each flanked by large and small windows, through which those who walk through the court can easily admire the beautiful gardens in the distance, where the flowers and green leaves form the ingenious shapes of the gardeners under the clear blue sky, which always delight the minds of these nobles.

But at this time, these frames with thin glass have become a deep nightmare! Blue-black afterimages poured in from all directions, with baby-like cries and low roars, and the explosion of broken glass shrouded the darkness around them, as if everything was covering for the attack of these monsters!

The first to collide with these monsters was not any one in the team, but a storm of bullets, and the pupils of Noel Watt's rimless glasses swelled with violent pleasure, and he held the two modified HK416s in both hands, pouring fire fiercely.

Nearly all fully automatic firearms require trained soldiers to use their hands to suppress the furious recoil when performing fire suppression.

But the dragon's blood turned this bespectacled-looking commissioner into a macho man with a one-handed gun.

HK416, the original manufacturer of this fully automatic rifle, has been widely praised by international arms dealers, because it can still maintain the stability of accuracy in extreme environments, not the rate of fire, but at this time it shows the rate of fire is not a disadvantage at all, the moment he pulls the trigger, he and the corpse guard have nearly 100 rounds of mercury core armor-piercing shells flying at a speed of 700 meters in seconds, roaring the changing Grim Reaper to swing the sickle at these xenos who should have gone to hell thousands of years ago.

Mercury core armor-piercing bullets, these carefully developed bullets shattered like a cross when they touched the hard skin of the corpses, the exploding warheads broke through the bronze skin, the bullets were full of mercury along the wounds and invaded their interiors, the mercury that was highly toxic to dragons was as corrosive to these corpses, their hard flesh and bones hissed, and pale mercury scars spread everywhere on their bodies.

The corpse guard who had contacted his companion from the booth and jumped down to take the lead was instantly smashed into a sieve by the dense rain of bullets.

Thousands of years of human ingenuity in force and destruction have ruthlessly suppressed the madness of these corpses, giving them a good greeting gift

This transcendent power comes not only from the bizarre ideas of the firepower maniacs in the Equipment Department, but also from the dragon text sung by Noel Watt, which is a combination of science and words.

Speech and Machine

A faint glow shrouded the two roaring guns, the flame-spewing barrels showed no signs of red-hot under such overload, the alchemical metal pistons and air ducts, and even all the components showed superior toughness and strange activity, and the ammunition they spat out had a greater range, a higher rate of fire, and more violent violence.

Standing in the center of the line, Watt threw his 900-millimeter-long rifle upwards in a strange position, and when the two guns floated in the air, he pulled out two long strips full of fire from behind him, and seamlessly loaded the suspended rifles.

No, it's not so much that the two guns were loaded with magazines, but that they took the initiative to stick to the magazines, and what is even more outrageous is that the bolt after loading actually pulled back on its own very consciously, which can be said to be all the preparations for Noel Watt except to pull the trigger.

However, this kind of firepower is not effective enough to kill before the dragons' cunning.

The corpse guard's pain nerves have long been cut off, these corpse guards who are only driven by the alchemy core in the center of the body can be described as selfless and fearless, many corpse guards will try to block as many bullets as possible for their fellow hunters before they are completely incapacitated, and the hardest of their bodies are bones, so their bones are densely covered with metal.

Not only that, the two-shot modified fully automatic rifle with the blessing of the spirit of words was far from blocking all directions, and the crampness of the harvest hall and the dense windows had already allowed these ghosts with straight-line acceleration ability comparable to cheetahs to sweep in front of them.

Fierce, fast, powerful.

Patsy Gattuso turned sideways and gave way to the pounce, and the turning slash sliced a corpse guard in half.

Precise, efficient, sharp.

Gattuso's war machine was an order of magnitude better at killing than the mass-produced monsters, the cross-section of the corpse like a shriveled ham, the hardest vertebrae sliced open like tofu, and with a single stroke, the concussive air shock wave easily broke the bones that were harder than steel.

"This is a dustless place?" Chen Mo asked in a low voice in the shadow of the sword and sword, this was a murmur that he didn't expect to answer, but he got a response.

"It's words, but it's just technology."

"Technology." Chen Mo sighed, sideways to avoid the claws of the corpse guard, his claws immediately shot back, the Cossack cavalry knife was his best claw, but he neither had a dustless place, nor did he have the ability to manipulate the spirit to the extreme, the alchemy blade cut through the skin and entered the flesh, if he did not retract the knife in time, the weapon would be taken away by the corpse guard with a trap-like wound.

The touch of the hand, the leaning of the shoulder, the foot, the knee of the foot, the saloon, the sword, all the alto. Ku Ding's miraculous skill of solving the ox, adjusting the shape of the dustless land and attaching it to the blade in a very small form to achieve the effect of a vacuum blade, this is no longer a spirit but a magical thing.

Fingal, whose skin was like a bronze color, slashed at a corpse guard with the machete in his hand, just as the blade could only penetrate flesh and touch bones, but under the dual effect of the huge power of the bronze throne blessing and the hard bones of the corpse guard, each of his slashes sent the victim far away like a blunt weapon, but it would leave a huge wound on these monsters without blood flowing out.

"It's not a way to go on like this, God knows how many of these things are here, we're just waiting to die, that dragon king!" Fingal slashed another corpse guard and yelled at Chen Mo.

"Wait."

"What are you waiting for?" Patsy Gattuso asked.

Chen Mo looked back behind him, the uncle and Ye Sheng were using the two huge revolvers to suppress the attacks of the corpses everywhere, August surrounded Noel Watt to clean up the corpses that rushed up for him, and the two commissioners were also protecting the people holding the revolvers.

There was also a commissioner in the middle of the crowd, and no corpse guard could pass them, so the woman sat peacefully on her knees, slowly chanting the language of the dragons, like an ancient priestess praying for the gifts of the gods.

Such a formal chant is not necessary for a half-breed to use the spirit of speech, and the effect of the spirit that can be enhanced is limited, what is she going to launch? Large-scale lethal speech?

"The Yellow Emperor and Chiyou fought in the field of Zhuolu, Chiyou made a heavy fog, and for three days, the soldiers were confused." Chen Mo softly recited ancient texts from his distant hometown.

It's foggy.