After learning what the dream he was pulled into was, Lan En decided to go to the Hunter's Workshop first.

First of all, it's close to the chapel and easy to get to.

Secondly, the old man who chattered with him in his dreams, and even tempted him to inject the blood of Anan into his king's body at one point.

Lane always felt that he was a difficult and dangerous fellow.

At the end of the last dream, he couldn't remember what had happened when he came out.

If you can understand a little more now, it will be a little smoother when you may start it in the future.

Lane found the elevator on the side of Orton's chapel.

This kind of ladder that runs by means of a mechanism looks like a platform, and as long as you step on the protrusion in the middle of the platform, it will start on its own and lift the passenger up.

Lan rose six or seven stories up the ladder, then walked down to see that it was just level with the ground floor of another tower.

The roof of the building is on the same plane as the foundation, which can be said to be very characteristic of a mountain town.

Along the way, there were a few mediocre bestialized patients who hid in the tower at the beginning of the hunt night.

But that didn't stop the plague from spreading, and they didn't have enough incense to last long, and they all turned into hairy humanoid beasts.

Several patients were armed with improvised weapons such as sabers and pitchforks, and in the corners of the towers, there were bestialized patients wearing top hats and rifles.

None of this is challenging.

Not to mention that they are not conscious now, and even if they have sober intelligence, they are unlikely to cause too much trouble for Lanen.

The gap in basic quality can be made up by firepower, but a few single-shot rifles still don't talk about any firepower suppression.

Lan En used the sword of the Lake Maiden and the small throwing knife on his waist to easily dispose of these beast patients, and then prepared to enter the darkness in the tower.

But just then, the sound of a metal wheel shaking came from the darkness inside the tower.

The scalp of the witcher who had just entered the door suddenly tightened, and then instinctively dodged out of the stone gate frame without thinking about it!

The next moment - "Whoa! ”

Bullets like raindrops crackled on the walls of the tower, and fragments of mercury bullets and fragments of the collapsed walls scattered in all directions!

The corpses of the beastly patients on the ground who had been disposed of by Lan En suddenly seemed to have been brushed with an iron brush, and their bodies, which had been emaciated by the plague, were cut down by another layer!

"Hand cranked Gatling. Tsk, it's really in line with the background of the times. ”

Lan, who was standing outside the door frame, smacked his mouth.

The prototype of the Gatling gun appeared in the mid-19th century, and it fits in with the Anan Victorian style of architecture.

This was originally an invention of a doctor who caused a large number of casualties on the battlefield in an instant, so as to make the enemy surrender in fear and reduce the overall casualties of the war.

But the doctor is not a sociologist after all, and he does not know that for a normal country or force, after being suddenly stunned by a new technology, what they want is never to 'stop resisting'.

It's 'what you have, I'll have too.'"

New technology can gain an advantage in a single field of combat effectiveness, but on a larger scale, it is really limited.

As a result, an invention that was supposed to reduce battlefield casualties instead opened up a race for innovation in the field of firearms.

It's just that Lan En has never seen a weapon of this level in Yanan's time, so he didn't put it into the tactical plan at all for a while.

But in the face of the unexpected ferocious firepower, the young man did not panic, did not instinctively shortness of breath, cranky.

On the contrary, his eyes were rational and calm, as if he had seen more ferocious bullets and bullets, and knew how to deal with such situations.

Space marines are enhanced soldiers of the interstellar age, and the superb swordsmanship of the Emperor's sons is only a habit and inclination within the legion.

As a large group of Space Marines, they are also top-notch in playing gunfights.

Lan En grabbed the body of an bestial patient from the ground beside him and threw it from one side of the doorway to the other.

The hand-cranked Gatling in the room swept over the corpse that had crossed the doorway.

The corpse was blasted into a rag doll with a series of mercury bullets, and the patient with the machine gun realized he had been shaken in less than a second.

So the scorching line of the gun was pulled to Lanne's side again, with an aura that seemed to be about to pierce the walls of the tower.

The gap between that was not even half a second, but it was a big enough tactical gap for Lane.

An alchemy bomb that had been prepared a long time ago was sent into the gate by Lan En's backhand in this gap.

The young man's eyes didn't even look back, he just counted silently and began to act without hesitation.

Almost at the same time as he left, the alchemy bomb [Dancing Star] exploded with dazzling white light inside the door.

The role of stun grenades in street shootouts is undeniable.

The moment before the alchemy bomb exploded, a corner of his clothes peeked out of the door.

Sure enough, the line of the hand-cranked Gatling swept along.

The Gunners saw the corner of Lan's coat in the last moment before he was shaken, and he took it for granted that the target had begun to sprint and shift positions.

But after the flash exploded, Lan En only showed half of his body in the door frame, and his footsteps did not move at all.

A barrage of bullets from the hand-cranked Gatling swept through the air around him.

The small throwing knife in his hand 'swished' and plunged directly into the gunman's head.

The gunfire stopped.

With the blessing of tactical thinking and tactical literacy, he counter-killed the opposite firepower suppression.

It was an old man in a wheelchair, and he had converted his hand-cranked Gatling into his own wheelchair.

Lan En paced to the wheelchair and removed the heavy machine gun and looked at it for a while, but finally did not fit it into his alchemy leather bag.

A hunter's pistol, in Margarita's hands, can be said to be an 'impractically expensive toy' for warlocks. But if this thing were to appear on the battlefield, it would be impossible for the generals and kings of any country to refuse it.

Len didn't want to raise the intensity of war in the wizarding world to that level.

"This old man must have bled a lot in order to save up these mercury bullets."

Lan En smacked his tongue as he looked at the old man's ammo box in his wheelchair.

The quality of the blood is not enough, and the amount of ammunition is to make up.

And in this long night, the old man's ammunition box was almost empty.

But the dawn of tranquility never came, until everyone here was infected with the beast plague.

Lann didn't linger any longer, and began to explore beneath the tower's foundations.

The wooden beams and boardwalk inside the tower are mostly decaying, in line with Erin's statement that the hunter's workshop has long been hidden and sealed.

If Lan En was an ordinary Yanan hunter, he would probably have to risk breaking his leg and jumping down one by one on these beams.

But fortunately, the technology learned from the ninja is like a fish in water in the current application scenario.

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