There was no way to avoid it, and the two of them could only turn around and fight.

Facing the overwhelming palm of the branch that slapped at him, Byron wanted to use the [Gun Fighting Technique] technique he had just explored to recast his old skills to open a bloody path.

The dazzling gunfire in his hand flickered endlessly, but the [Thorn Rose], which only had 12 bullets, was fired into a blazing fire curtain by him.

Accurately broke one pitch-black palm after another that was coming towards his door, and deep blood holes were also opened in the trunk of the human bone tree.

The Bone Tree was too big to be aimed at.

But no matter how many hits there are, it doesn't make much sense.

Branches are followed by branches, and broken branches can grow again in the palm of your hand.

Byron set up a strong wind and rushed left and right with Violet, but it was still difficult to break out of the dense canopy of palms.

Immediately realized that this thing in front of him was not at all a low-order transcendent, and it was something that a mere musket could handle.

No matter how good your skills are, it's useless.

Sharpshooters can't penetrate bulletproof cars, only anti-tank missiles can.

Immediately and decisively shifted the firing target.

In the scattering of the human bone tree, a projectile pierces the branch and bounces on a golden apple in the outside world.

Refracted at a sharp and acute angle, it hit the bone-eating clown in the sky as bloated as a hot air balloon.

It burst a clown head on his body, but it was blocked by the heavy skin, fat, and bones underneath.

"A dexterous fat man, even the armor is full, it's a foul."

With a tonnage comparable to a herd of elephants, if he didn't have extraordinary abilities to help, he would definitely not be able to fly even if he burst the hydrogen.

The next moment, Byron pronounced the cutting inscription: "Thorn Rose", and activated the explosive skill of the Strange Twin Spears.

The nest of the twin guns was emptied in an instant, and a blooming red rose exploded.

Each bullet cut a crimson arc through the air, bypassing the branches in all directions, and rushing towards the same target.

However, it automatically looks for enemies that have been hit by other bullets and launches the deadliest set of fire.

Six large-caliber bullets, ninety steel balls, without exception, all hit the same landing point of the bullet just now.

Finally, it pierced Kraskin's thick membrane like a city wall, blasting out a huge bloody hole that could not be recovered for a while.

Although this attack did not do much damage to Koraskin, who could be torn apart at will, it caused him to leak quickly, sometimes on the left and sometimes on the right.

After losing his balance, he no longer bothered to command the human bone tree or provide assists.

At this time, the two of them had also been compressed by more and more palms to dodge the space, and had to fall back to the ground.

Seeing that the branches and roots of the tree were surrounded on all sides, Byron gritted his teeth and opened a hole card.

Although he doesn't have ten undead attendants of the same rank in his hands now, he does have two third-order [Variety Enchantress] Beatrice and [Frogman].

It is enough to activate [Hunt Knight] twice, temporarily gain three minutes of third-order combat power, or gain six minutes of transformation time at once.

If you just run away, time should be enough.

"Don't waste it, look at me before the mountain is exhausted."

Violet, who had a good heart, knew Byron's hole cards well and immediately stopped his actions.

With a slap of the [Traveler's Bag] on his waist, he threw out the tens of thousands of steel balls used to supply the shotgun barrels, as well as a large amount of granular gunpowder.

Raise your booted little foot and stomp it towards the ground.

A huge circular alchemy array burst out under his feet, and between the flashes of lightning, the earth and rocks shook, and one after another stubby rock cannon barrels were rapidly drilled out of the ground.

In an instant, it was refined into dozens of rock mortar cannons with short range but large caliber.

A considerable part of it is also mixed with the gold that is abundant in the golden apple orchards, and it glows with a beautiful golden light.

Alchemy: [Artillery Position Alchemy]!

This is the skill of a third-order gunsmith.

Turn everything around you into guns and bombs.

There are no such conditions at sea, where there is a shortage of materials and even no soil, and there is no constraint on coming to land with abundant resources.

These barrels are half-buried in the ground, using the earth as the chamber, which makes up for the lack of stone strength.

The accuracy may not be as good as the positions of real artillery, but the number of horrors more than makes up for everything.

Besides, in the face of the huge human bone tree in front of him, there is no need for precision at all.

Dropped ammo is automatically reloaded and calibrated.

Violet waved her little hand and shouted:

"Art is an explosion, and the artillery positions fire at me!"

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Dozens of stone mortar cannons burst into fire, and the orange-red cannon flames instantly lit up the night sky.

Countless fiery steel balls carried irresistible kinetic energy, tearing everything in their way to shreds.

Whether it is the branches of the palms, the roots of the mouth, or the trunk of a tree stuffed with organs, it is completely meaningless in the face of this level of fire.

If it comes to destructive power, Byron, the second-order [Storm Knight], is at best about a little finger of her third-order gunsmith.

Science is the tenfold lever that widens the gap between the two.

Violet, who is a little sorry for her genius name, may not be able to independently launch "flow" and perfectly control this power for the time being.

But as long as one "blow up the old lady", it is enough to drop ten times with one force, which is the same as Catherine's wealth and ten meetings.

When she was in Iron Anchor Bay, Byron had already made an accurate evaluation of her:

"The [Gunpowder Artist] alone, as long as he is prepared, the firepower that bursts out is almost comparable to a salvo of naval guns.

Don't say that she is a medium-sequence transcendent, even a high-sequence transcendent does not dare to resist her artistic performance.

The more and more abundant firepower in the hands of the [craftsman] is the confidence of the sea power countries that the giant ships and cannons will rule this sea and suppress all grotesque and evil spirits. ”

The scorching hot wind whistled by, blowing the hem of their clothes and making a fierce sound.

When the smoke and dust in front of him cleared slightly, there was only a mess left on the battlefield.

The upper part of the human bone tree had completely disappeared, and the fracture was covered in charred black, emitting a disgusting stench of burning.

The ground was littered with severed limbs with black viscous blood flowing through, still slowly wriggling and trying to recover.

But because the injury was too serious, everything was in vain.

And even at this point, those from the Brotherhood of Black Tongue, all with a black tongue, are still chanting:

"It's all mine, it's all mine"

But not before the two of them could breathe a sigh of relief.

Dozens of Whist cards, sharp as knives, had once again been shot down from the sky.

"Dare to refuse the kindness of the clown.

I'm going to dismantle you and eat them all alive in your stomach. ”

Byron didn't care to complain about this guy who had begun to turn things upside down, and it was impossible for a person to be eaten alive after being dismantled.

Unless you have the ability to tear apart like a clown.

Hurriedly pulled up Violet, flashed the flying sword of the cards, counteracted the gravity, rolled up a gust of wind and rushed in the other direction of the apple orchard.

At the same time, the spiritual glow connected to the No. 12 Crystal Skull [Polaris God], and expanded the strategic map to the maximum extent, scanning all outsiders within a radius of several thousand meters.

Yes, he not only wants to run, but also to lead the water to the east and find himself a few substitutes for the dead.

It would be perfect if you could get the Joker to divert the target.

The [bone-eating clown] floating in the sky has long hated them, so they naturally chase after them.

A series of flying swords that could cut through the wind, Byron and Violet flew close to the ground, and with the help of nearby trees and hills, they were able to block these attacks in a thrilling way.

But the bone-eating clown, who can also fly, is not slow, and he has been beaten and has not fought back, and he can't last long.

Realizing the urgency of the current situation, Violet, who was the main attacker, took it to heart and jumped into Byron's arms without hesitation:

"Hold me, I'll fight back."

Byron subconsciously picked up the light-bodied Violet by the waist in the posture of a princess.

When one person is the main attacker, the other naturally takes on the role of "mount" responsible for dodging.

And Byron, whether in his previous life or in this life, is the first time to hug a girl like this, and he has not even tried to be familiar with his sister Catherine, who is so familiar that he can't get acquainted anymore.

I couldn't help but feel a shock in my heart.

The girl's waist is as slender as a spring steel sheet, but her waist is full of strength, and her round and slender legs all bring him an unprecedented violent impact on this "theoretical old driver".

The habit does not change, but the pursuit of beautiful things is still there.

Who wouldn't want to be such a mount?

Violet is actually the same.

If you don't have 100% trust, you can't completely trust your life and death on another person.

You must know that when a sailboat is chased and flees on the sea, it is normal to lose the ship's baggage in exchange for faster speed.

It would be a tragedy to be unladylike and fall into the same fate as the general who was sent to the enemy by the coachman because of a piece of mutton.

Growing up in a pirate's den, the princess was never an inexperienced daughter, but a decisive pirate overseer.

Extremely low trust in other people.

After fighting side by side many times, it is even more commendable to have this knee-jerk reaction.

Byron's reliability has been fully recognized.

Perhaps because they were each unlocked their life achievements, the anchor chain between the orphan alliance quietly glowed golden.

has chased the thick unbreakable gold chain between Byron and Bruch, backed by the law.

It's just that now is not the time to be cranky.

"The blood of transmutation."

The two of them, who are getting closer and more tacit, already only need a word and a look to know each other's thoughts.

"Roger."

Although Byron hadn't had the opportunity to hunt down another third-order transcendent for a long time, the third-order transmutation blood had been exhausted, but the second-order was quite sufficient.

Hearing this, a stream of transmutation blood immediately flowed out from the [Warrior's Cup] that he hung around his waist.

In front of Violet, it converged into a blood ball the size of a coconut.

The precious alchemical powder [Flame Kiss] in the traveler's bag also flew out on its own, and it was instantly combined with the blood of transmutation.

Grunt

The blood-red liquid rolled violently between the girl's hands and bubbled out, apparently the two were frantically chemically altering.

It is the strongest extraordinary gunpowder formula [Blood and Fire Song] in their hands at the moment!

Byron, who had witnessed the [Blood and Fire Song] fireworks show, couldn't help sweating at this time, and his heart was about to rise to his throat.

If there is an error, it will be like the original Royal Tax Inspection Team, and even the cremation will be saved.

However, his worries were clearly unfounded.

This kind of dangerous explosive, which was extremely terrifying, and once staged a "flare explosion", was tamed like a loyal dog in Violet's palm.

Soon, the reaction was complete, and Violet threw it into the air.

"Go!"

In the dazzling electric flickering of the alchemy array, drops of crimson medicinal liquid instantly expanded into large red smart sparrows.

"Twitter"

These fiery sparrows vibrated their wings, dragging dazzling lines of blood in mid-air, and slammed into the bone-eating clown who was as bloated as a hot air balloon in midair.

The next moment, countless loud noises merged into one.

Boom

The sky was full of fire, thunder was rolling, and a crimson fire dragon soaring into the sky could be clearly seen by treasure hunters dozens of kilometers away in the night sky.

Gun fighting may be an elegant art, and this one is even more so.

It also fits perfectly with Violet's lifelong artistic philosophy of the [gunpowder artist]:

"If you are poor, you will be interspersed with tactics, and if you are rich, you will be carpet bombed;

Caliber is justice, range is truth;

A salvo is romance, an explosion is art.

Pursue the truth! Defend justice! The art of making! Hobby nuclear flat! ”