Distance and range are meaningless to the First Arquebus in the World Relic, as long as the sniper can see it, it will definitely be able to hit it.

As if to ensure his own safety, the musketeer's ambush was located at a distance from the docks.

Far away from the other end of the harbor's coastline, the distance in a straight line is more than ten kilometers, and if it were to pass by land, it would be twice as long.

Unilaterally created a strategic advantage that I can only fight you, not you.

The locusts in the flesh of the swarm have not yet pounced.

The projectile with the flame pattern immediately returned after attacking Byron ten times in succession without being able to kill the target, and rushed out of the chamber of the gun and fired again.

Whew——!

This time it seems to be much slower than the initial triple speed of sound, but it has been strengthened on the other hand.

It is like a golden and red rainbow, mighty and terrifying.

Byron had already taken the time to pour himself a cup of [Blood Brewed McKinley Eagle God], his eyes turned into sharp golden eagle pupils, and he could see the scene ten kilometers away very clearly.

Under a tree that was at least five meters in diameter and eighty meters high, there was an Old Worlder with a mask, red-skinned and blond hair.

There was an open wooden weapon case next to him, and there were all kinds of muskets, explosive crossbows, bombs and other thermal weapons, and even the most ordinary dagger could not be seen.

The body is also covered with a layer of green clothes made of leaves and grass stems, achieving a "feigned" effect that is not inferior to extraordinary abilities.

Before he opened fire and launched a sneak attack, no one in Byron's party noticed his existence.

At this time, he was holding a snake-stem arquebus that looked old, but it shone from the inside out.

There was also a bright light that was slowly smoldering at one end of the firerope.

The two looked at each other from a distance, and a silver cross appeared in the sniper's eye, making a gesture to wipe his neck.

That was a sign that the third-order ability [Hundred Shots and Hundred Shots] was being used.

Byron also knew that the Musketeer could also provide additional enchantment effects such as [Piercing], [Accelerating], [Power Multiplier], [Charged Blow], [Death Mark], etc.

The use of muskets by such a profession can be called a tiger with wings.

For example, this bullet now has [Piercing] and [Charged Hit], which greatly enhances the armor-piercing ability of the bullet.

The transcendents of this path assert that if the wurm species had not disappeared from the Old World by the time the musket was invented, such a shot would have pierced the wurm scales.

Obviously, after the first sneak attack failed, the sniper immediately abandoned the combination of stealth and speed and began to fire at full power.

Byron saw a long rainbow attack from the sky, and immediately returned the long sword to its sheath, and the large-caliber revolver double spear [Thorn Rose] fell into the palm of his hand.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

[Gun Fighting] is launched instantly, and the line of fire is fired, intertwined like a net.

And the splendid rainbow also zigzags and loops in the air like a swimming fish, leaving a dazzling dazzling mark.

Thankfully, every bullet in Byron's hand was manually guided by a storm elf.

Even without the Musketeer's matching class ability, nearly half of them still hit the arquebus projectile accurately.

Weaken the extraordinary aura on the projectile layer by layer.

Subsequently, Byron decisively read out the inscription:

"Thorn Rose!"

The two guns shot out a blazing barrage, forming a huge storm rose, chasing the landing point of the previous bullet, and all of them accurately hit the body of the [first bullet].

The bullet ran out of energy again and flew back.

The Sniper continued to calmly reload, but changed the type of enchantment again, becoming the [Phantom Sevenfold Veil] that confuses the senses and the [Human-Bullet One] that strengthens the control of the spirit possession.

But Byron found that his eyes were fixed on him from beginning to end, and he paid no attention to the terrifying cloud of insects in the sky that was about to fall above him.

Not only did Byron not have the joy of victory about to usher in the hand of [Swarm], but he was alarmed:

"There must be an ambush there.

It is impossible for the assassination unit of the regular army of the kingdom not to find a way to compensate for the weakness of the snipers.

He is also surrounded by 100% strong teammates in melee orientation, and this is a well-choreographed serial assassination that uses the sniper's weakness.

They obviously knew I had the ability to fly and had a trap tailored specifically for me.

Whoever dares to kill the door will fall into the trap. ”

After realizing this, even the [Gungernir of the Must-Hit] who was about to kill him was held back again.

Sure enough.

Before the giant locusts in the sky landed.

Behind the fallen feather cedar, two figures in different costumes came out.

All three of them, including the Sniper, wore the same kind of strange masks on their faces, making it impossible to see their true colors or remember their physical features.

Apparently they are all very professional assassins.

Among them, a [lawyer] wearing a third-order robe, holding a heavy code that could be used as a hammer, shouted angrily at the swarm:

"Decree: No flying here!"

The third-order justices of the trial court sequence have been given a degree of discretion.

There is no need to read the decree anymore, and they can apply the decree as they see fit, as long as they think it is reasonable.

Just this one law skill can derive a series of powerful means without any shortcomings, which can be called a matter of words.

The next moment, countless locusts that had already come above their heads fell from the sky like raindrops.

Even if you flap your wings desperately, you can't generate even the slightest bit of lift.

At the same time, the last transcendent also struck out.

He took out a red "chili pepper strawberry pig's blood pudding" from the storage curiosity he carried and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Hoo ——!"

He opened his mouth wide and squirted into the sky.

A thick, fiery dragon suddenly rose into the sky, and met the swarm of locusts that fell from the sky.

Their thin wing membranes and insect limbs were ignited in an instant, and the black and oppressive insect cloud instantly turned into a raging fire cloud.

In the chaos of "crackling", burnt proteins and bursting carapaces fell one by one.

This is obviously a third-order [gourmet] of the Jin Yuan sequence.

In the second order of the gourmet's [Food Supplement], as long as you eat different foods that have been specially cooked, you will get different temporary buffs.

The ability you gain after advancing to the third rank is called [Communion Recipe].

It is no longer limited to a single delicacy such as geoduck and whiskey, but can be combined with different foods and cooking methods to produce wonderful chemical reactions.

And everyone's physique and preferences are different, and the "sacrament recipes" of third-order gourmets are naturally different.

Even in order to pursue the ultimate taste outside the realm of human cognition, they have made countless combinations for thousands of years to create all kinds of wonderful "food".

There are also dark combinations such as pomegranate roasted lemon beans, apple slices, chili mango, and strawberry cheese risotto.

But the effect is also really strong.

The Great Wizard [Swarm] was almost powerless in front of them.

Such a three-person team can completely work together to encircle and kill the fourth order, ensuring that they can retreat with their whole body.

"Oh no, there is more than one assassin."

The swarm thought that the best at melee combat could easily take down the sniper, but only now did he realize that it was a well-prepared trap.

He was not stunned, he knew the power of this kind of professional assassin, and when he saw that the situation was not good, he immediately retreated.

After falling to the ground, the residual spores were used to merge into a new mushroom form, and just as he was about to retreat quickly, the chief justice continued:

"According to the Continental Witch Hunt Order, all practitioners of black witchcraft can be summarily executed without trial.

Decree: Burn at the stake! ”

In the midst of the flames, every part of the black mushroom's body began to catch fire at the same time, and the burnt smell of roasted grasshoppers had not yet dissipated, and the smell of roasted mushrooms picked up again.

"If you want to kill me, it's not that easy!"

When encountering his own nemesis, the [Swarm] didn't dare to fight at all, he might not be able to beat these people, but he was confident that he could run away.

A fruiting body like a cannon barrel quickly grew in the middle of the body, and all the spores that were still intact in the body were fired out in one go.

Boom!

Countless black spores instantly infected the entire mountain, forest, and water body within a radius of 100 meters.

Plants, animals, insects, swimming fish, and even other fungi all grow mushrooms and fungus, creating another mushroom forest in an instant.

To kill him, it is necessary to eradicate the entire mountain forest, which is obviously impossible to do in a short period of time.

Seeing that [Gourmet] was about to eat another "chili strawberry pig blood pudding" and set fire to the mountain, the judge hurriedly stopped:

"Leave him alone, kill the Baron Byron Tudor who offended His Excellency the Earl."

At this time, the sniper, who had been staring at Byron, hurriedly warned:

"Be careful! The counterattack is coming. ”

But in the blink of an eye, Byron, who once again repelled the arquebus projectile, suddenly dodged and rushed to the [Golden Deer] parked at the dock.

The underwater snails stirred up a high-speed whirlpool, swallowing the Golden Deer along with the seven or eight privateer warships that were parked here.

They did not flee, but reappeared in the sea closest to the Assassins' ambush site.

The moment they burst out of the whirlpool, they lined up in a row and turned the muzzles.

"Fire!"

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The fire burst out on the sea, and a fleet salvo completely engulfed the area where the three assassins were located with a single "blazing sword technique falling from the sky".

At this time, many warships of the Seventh Fleet had already installed members of the "Storm Knights" who had changed the Lancaster Party as captains.

Cooperate with Byron to unleash a series of abilities of [Storm Admiral]: Artillery Range Extension, Storm Enchantment, and Manual Guidance

It's amazingly powerful.

The salvo of shells from the fleet rained down the tree dozens of meters high in just a moment.

Even the nearby rocks, grass, and soil were cut by half a meter by the cyclone blasted by the storm weapon, and it was impossible for even ants to find a complete corpse.

After being attacked, it is not Byron's style to scurry with his head in his head, and he can only do it once and for all by seizing the opportunity to cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

Looking at the smoke-filled target after three full rounds of salvo counter-assassination, his eyes were cold:

"Dare to run to my territory and assassinate me? This is the lowest mistake you have made. ”

Violet, who was sweating for him behind her, subconsciously asked:

"Have the assassins been killed?"

As if in response, a somewhat erratic chuckle sounded in the dusty woods:

"Byron Tudor, do you know the supremacy of assassination?"

"None of them are dead?"

Byron, who frowned, did not make a sound, but a word popped up in his heart at the first time:

'Nonsense, even a fool knows that the most important thing in an assassination is, of course, firepower! ’

The justice, led by the three-man panel, gave a very different answer:

"That's intelligence.

A good Assassin will devise at least three assassination options and four or five alternatives for different targets.

Baron Riptide Castle, I have to applaud your caution in evading long-range sniping and not breaking into our pre-arranged ambush circle head-on.

But it all ends there. ”

At this time, a sea breeze (sea breeze during the day, land wind at night) blew deep into the land, blowing the smoke and dust that filled the vicinity.

In its place, a tall Old Continental-style bell tower was unexpectedly revealed.

Half-illusory, half-real, it seemed to be hidden in another time and space, and three rounds of saturation bombardment left it completely unscathed.

Moreover, the gold dial inlaid at the top of the bell tower not only has the normal twelve numbers from 1 to 12, but also indicates an age next to each number.

They are 0 years old, 1 year old, 3 years old, 7 years old, 16 years old, and 18 years old, which seem to symbolize people's lives, and correspond to key life nodes one by one.

The sword-like minute hand suddenly pointed at Byron, anchoring his true age and automatically adjusting to the position corresponding to the age of 18.

Then it gradually lit up, and quickly returned to the original point.

"What is this? It doesn't seem to be a treasure that the Hattings official once held. ”

Unlike the serpent-shaft arquebus, Byron had never seen this bell tower-like treasure.

And that is, the moment he only saw this strange bell tower and was slightly stunned, he found that he had been unexpectedly transferred to another space with a flower in front of him.

At his feet is a huge dial, and his feet are standing on the tip of the long minute hand as thick as a sail boom, and his feet are exactly 12 o'clock/0 years old.

I wanted to move, but I found that I was rigidly bound by the inexplicable power of rules, and my body could move, but my feet couldn't.

Looking around, the other two Assassins were nowhere to be found, except for the Chief Justice standing on another stubby hour hand, silently perched at five o'clock, representing the 18-year-old.

An hour and minute hand is slowly turning at an imperceptible speed.

At this time, the chief justice was looking at him with his hands behind his back, and explained to him very kindly:

"I've read your resume, and compared to many lowly ordinary poor people in the kingdom, you have a bit of talent and luck.

It's a pity, it's just that you're unlucky, you got on the wrong side, you provoked someone you shouldn't have provoked, and you're about to die now.

But I can be merciful enough to make you a ghost.

It will be your honor to die in front of this [First-Class Holy Relic Social Clock] that I specially borrowed.

Of course, if you can successfully get through every node in your life and not die when the minute hand catches up with the hour hand, I am willing to give you a chance to have a fair match. Hahaha"

Spread out his hands and show Byron the huge clock in front of him.

"Social clock?"

While Byron chewed on this unfamiliar word, the [Logbook] also quickly read the surface information of this holy relic.

"The so-called 'social clock' is defined in social psychology as: 'the mental clock of the major milestones in an individual's life'.

In layman's terms, it is: what kind of things a person should do!

It reflects the society in which human beings live and the realistic expectations of each individual.

For example, when a student is a student before adulthood, a student should study hard, have a good grade, and be admitted to a good school when he goes on to higher education;

If you don't do well in the exam at the end of the term, there is a high probability that you will usher in a verbal and written attack, or even fried meat with bamboo shoots.

When you graduate and enter the society, you should find a decent and good job, earn more wealth than your peers, and buy your own real estate;

Once the job is stable, and the man is unmarried and the woman is unmarried, he will be frantically urged to marry by the people around him;

After getting married, you will be prompted to have children, it is not enough to give birth to one, it is not enough to give birth to two, and you can only take a breath after giving birth to three;

After giving birth, you have to worry about your child's future, and the focus of your life changes, and the cycle repeats from generation to generation.

Birth, study, higher education, employment, promotion, marriage, and childbirth

This clock is the default norm of society and the measure of public morality of the collective unconscious. ”

Combined with the age scale of the clock seen in front of him, Byron had already vaguely guessed its killing rules.

It seems that people's lives are indeed divided into one established life trajectory after another by these ages, each of which is something that should be done and must be done.

The principle is to meet social expectations.

Society has a consensus on the appropriate age for major life milestones, such as getting married, having children, and retiring.

If you pass the corresponding age, the number of love objects introduced by others will be greatly reduced, and the quality will also be greatly reduced, which means that you are no longer worthy of others.

This conformity can create strong social pressures on individuals to accept a particular role at a certain age.

Everyone has such a "social clock".

On the basis of comparing ourselves to our peers, it will remind us whether we have reached an important benchmark point in our life journey at the right time.

Once it is not reached, the multi-faceted punishment mechanism will be activated on the spot.

Therefore, the [social clock] is never illusory.

It really exists in the nagging of parents, the side knocks of relatives and friends, and the pointing and pointing of strangers

Here, it is directly concretized.

It was pulled out of the sea of the collective subconscious of human beings and formed a real [Relic Social Clock].

Ability Effect:

"Falling passively into the dial opens the 'social person qualification test'.

If you do not achieve the corresponding life achievements within the corresponding time period, you will be forced to deduct the corresponding time, that is, life expectancy!

There is nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape, rebellion is not allowed, rebellion is heresy, and countless 'other people's children' together constitute the standard answer to the life test paper.

Only by becoming that kind of person can you become a qualified social person, a screw! ”

Request: "Only one person can be targeted at a time."

The trade-off is that the user of the clock needs to be tested in the same way as the person being tested. ”

When he saw the true face of the [Social Clock], Byron's face, who had resisted all restraints and wanted to chase freedom to death, suddenly became extremely ugly.

A wicked smile appeared on the face of the justice's mask.

At this time, watching those heretics who did not conform to social norms being executed, he had a boundless pleasure of standing on the moral high ground and pointing at others.

Those of us who have come here are like this, why aren't you?

Rebel!

"The trial begins, the first milestone, 0 years old!"

Tick!

"Basic requirements: can breathe on their own after birth, can cry, will take the initiative to ask for milk, have sound limbs, no hidden diseases, have not become a superfluous member of the family and a burden of life, and be abandoned by their parents on the spot."