"Lift ready!"

A man with half of his face burned off shouted. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

As the training officer of the Black Sand Leader Magic Gun Unit, Hardy watched with satisfaction as the nearly thirty strong and elite soldiers under his command, wearing heat-insulating gloves and glass goggles, divided into groups of three, opened the maintenance box, and calmly took out ten streamlined Iron Gray Magic Guns.

Although they weren't the best magic gunners he had ever trained, in Exter, who generally despised the use of magic guns, the magic gun team under the Grand Duke of Black Sand was already a rare familiar one.

This reminded Hardy of the first time he had touched the old, depleted Siegel Five Magic Gun as a recruit.

But looking at these boys, Hardy sighed: look at what they have in their hands.

The Siegel Type Seven Magic Gun is a sturdy body forged by the rough skills of the Dwarves of the Iron Ash Mountain in the Eastern Continent, with a barrel made of selected Crystal from the Serpent's Belly Mountains on the border between the Humble Dynasty and the Ligudan Alliance, and an oil tank made of obscure copper mined from the bottom of the sea in Crystal City, filled with high-quality eternal whale oil hunted by the Trade Federation from the South End Sea, and a sealed core of mysterious origin.

The body of the gun is hard and wear-resistant, the barrel can withstand high temperatures, the ballistic focus is high, the aiming is simple, and even the rate of core depletion is only half of its predecessor Siegel VI that came out twenty years ago, the magic energy can be focused within two hundred meters and will not be discrete, it can withstand two shots in half an hour, and it only takes two hours to cool down.

Those inferior magic guns that have flowed into the underground black market from the national arms trade for no reason, but lack of care and maintenance, and can only usher in the depletion of the core in a few months, are like wooden clubs to steel swords.

"The target is in view, and the light is ready!"

A strong prop raised his hand, knelt down on one knee, and used his shoulder, wearing special shoulder armor, to hold firmly on the insulated base at the front of the gun.

A shrewd archer quickly calculates the distance and direction, turns the button on the side of the gun, and adjusts the focus and energy scale.

A decisive operator skillfully checks the status of the gun, confirms that the core is stable, opens the safety lock, and grasps the firing handle.

Someday...... Hardy thought silently: it will no longer be heavy, and two people or even a single person can hold it.

It's no longer complicated, and one person can aim and fire.

No longer dangerous, the core will not become a prison river ferry bell that can endanger the gunman's life at any time.

It's no longer expensive, and every soldier will equip it to fight, not just a squad of a few dozen people.

It is no longer mysterious, the core is no longer a mystery purchased from a special channel, and everyone will know its origin and principle.

Someday...... Hardy gently looked at the magic gun that had entered the firing state at his side, subconsciously touched his left arm, which was broken at the elbow, felt the faint pain on the left side of his face, and thought:

It will become the Lord of War, taking away the pride of the Terminating Power and removing metal weapons and hand-to-hand combat from the world.

Even in the Northland.

It will tell people how much war costs and how precious peace is.

Unfortunately, I can't see it.

"Attack in place!"

Hardy raised his right hand solemnly and shouted the penultimate sound.

Ten firing men pulled the handle with the built-in spring, and the mysterious core behind the gun began to vibrate and make unsettling noises.

Hardy looked at the group of stars in front of him who had just broken through the light infantry encirclement.

I heard that there was their newly found prince inside.

Yes.

Hardy smiled.

Lucy, my daughter.

You will always be the pride of me and your mother.

No matter what the desperate situation, you have to stay strong.

The next moment, this vicissitudes of life, who only had half a face, smashed his right arm with all his strength, and roared with a distorted face:

"Shoot!"

――――

The soldiers erected a dense shield array, blocking a large view in front of them, and all the rest hid behind the shield array.

"Arc shields, evenly distributed!" Araka roared, "Don't miss anywhere!"

Tails was crushed to the ground by Putira, unable to lift his head at all.

"Anyway, hide behind the others," Putile said with a stiff face, "Rumba must be crazy!"

Tails gritted his teeth, but he couldn't stop the doubts in his heart.

On the opposite side is ...... Can you have a magic gun?

He remembered that it seemed that not long ago, Morris of the Brotherhood had obtained two handfuls from the army at a high price...... But all of them proved to be "unrealistic stuff".

At least that's what Lejock said.

Tails had always thought that it was a weapon that was roughly similar to the weapon in his previous life, except for the use of mysterious energy, and it was raised to "bang bang" at the enemy.

But now it seems to be more complicated.

At least look at the appearance of Araka as if they were facing a great enemy, they should ......

"Shot!" "That's when Araka yelled frantically.

The soldiers gritted their teeth and shuddered, gripping the metallic arc shield in their hands even tighter.

A bright crimson light came from ahead!

The light pierces through the shield.

It's cold, but at this time, it's like being hit by the sun, and a gentle warmth hits you.

"Hold on, scatter them away......" Before Araka finished speaking, strange changes took place around these star people.

"Whoa......

The moment the snow on their side came into contact with the red light, the snow immediately shrunk and turned into water, and then evaporated out of thin air!

Tails frowned slightly...... This is?

The red light spreads through the snow to a dwarf tree.

Tails watched in amazement as the trees went up and down, every inch of the corner instantly blackened, and then tongues of fire erupted.

The next moment, the small tree suddenly exploded, bursting out countless sparks!

"Boom!"

The flying sparks scattered into everyone, and many soldiers screamed in pain, and the shield array suddenly trembled.

"Hold on!" Araka roared, "Ten seconds is enough!"

Tails felt in horror as the air around him continued to heat up.

It's getting hotter!

Until that warmth turns into a relentless scorching heat!

Even the temperature in his body is rising.

What's going on?

Tails panicked: what the hell is the Magic Gun, and why does it have this effect?

"No...... The heat from the shield ...... "A veteran of the Angry Guard pressed against the shield, his clothes on the shoulders of the shield had begun to turn black and curl, and smoke was emitting.

He closed his eyes tightly and replied tremblingly, "At least five of them are firing at us at the same time......! The arc shield is not enough!"

"Then resist it too!" Araka roared, pulling the immovable bow without a bowstring from his back, "too many attacks, I'll resist it!"

At this moment, a soldier's hand holding the arc shield suddenly burst into flames!

He screamed, taking a step back in Alaka's shocked gaze.

The soldier's shield flickered, and a red light shone through the gap and hit him.

"......No," Araka's cry of rage had barely exited, when the soldier's howl exploded one step ahead of him:

"Ahh

For a few seconds, the soldier shook wildly, and the clothes on his body were the first to smoke.

The red light shone under his feet, and the snow evaporated into gas in an instant!

Tails' scalp tingled, watching the skin on the soldier's body begin to melt, and the next moment, he let out endless tongues of fire with a "soaring" sound.

Another second passed, and the soldier, like that little tree, exploded all over his body, exploding countless sparks!

"Boom!"

Tails watched in horror as this life vanished.

All the soldiers were left with charred and dried corpses.

But his death had irreversible consequences.

"Plug the gap......" Alaka could shout before the scorching corpse fragments flew all over the shield array, igniting many shield-wielding soldiers to resist.

"Ahhh......h

Screams rang out one after another!

The shield array suddenly dispersed!

The red light shone through the crowd unabashedly.

The temperature around it has skyrocketed!

The snow evaporates inch by inch.

Tails' heart froze.

No.

Worst.

At that moment, Araka roared to his feet and rushed forward, dead in front of everyone.

With a "bang", his hair instantly caught fire.

I saw the wrath of the kingdom resolutely raise its bow in the direction of the red light, the direction of the small group of Exeter's soldiers.

The immovable bow trembled slightly.

Then it emits a silver glare that is no less than that of a magic gun!

The red light of the magic energy gun collided with the silver light, and it actually weakened violently, and then scattered in all directions.

It's as if the silver light had sealed the path of the magic gun's red light.

Alaka roared, and his right hand, holding an immovable bow, began to smoke.

But he's still holding on.

But the area of that silver light was not enough, and Araka only had time to block in front of the people in the center, and there were still many soldiers on the periphery who were shot by the red light of the magic gun.

"Boom!" the second soldier turned into a large fireball and exploded.

"No, no, no...... Boom!" the third.

"Ahhh

Gennard clutched his illuminated right shoulder in agony, and was dragged back to the area sheltered by the silver light by Willow, and in the process, one of the black-haired soldier's short guns shattered into countless sparks.

"He won't last long!" Eda exclaimed, gritting her teeth.

"I can't die here!" this is Ramon.

"Take Your Highness and rush out!" Waiya said in a sweat.

"No, there are too many magic guns," Putile said with difficulty, "I can't get out!"

When everyone was in chaos, no one noticed that the second prince of the stars was in a strange state.

The moment the silver light burst out from the immovable bow, Tails felt the sensation of electric shock again.

And it was more serious than it had just been on Alaka's back, as if the silver-black metal bow glowing with silver was repelling every corner of his body.

Tails lay on his stomach on the snow, his face trembling with a twist.

No.

Legendary Anti-Demon Armed ...... Is it really so repulsive to me?

The silver light suddenly weakened.

Alaka's right hand began to catch fire.

In the midst of the endless heat, Kingdom Fury gritted its teeth and endured.

A few traces of red light leaked in and shone on Tails' body.

At that moment, Tails shuddered and his clothes began to smoke.

He only felt the cells in his body suddenly warm up.

It's hot.

It's like it's on fire from the inside out.

The familiar fluctuation surged over his body, and time seemed to slow down again.

In the field of vision given by the waves, the red light and the silver light dissolved each other like two pairs of enemies strangling each other, but where the light intersected, the silver light obviously had the upper hand, but the number of red lights was more.

But at the same time, Tails only felt that his body was getting hotter and hotter.

No.

It's hot.

Tails closed his eyes in despair, his mouth wide open and howling, feeling the temperature that almost burned him out.

He stretched out his hand and screamed.

It's hot!

Then, his heart pounded.

"Boom!"

A feeling that I had never felt before.

At that moment, Tails only felt that his vision had penetrated the distance, and he saw the starting point of the red light—the magic guns held in the hands of the soldiers.

The back of those magic guns has a core that glows yellow and rotates.

That's the essence of the magic gun—Tails has a feeling.

But......

These damn red lights...... It's going to be gone.

It's hot!

At least......

Stay away from me.

It's hot!

Just as he was thinking so, the next moment, in the vision given by the mysterious fluctuations, the whole world in front of Tails seemed to shake violently!

In his field of vision, the crimson light of the magic gun suddenly seemed to scatter consciously, turning around in the air, avoiding the people of the stars, shooting behind them.

"Uhh

On the ground a few hundred meters behind the stars, the snow evaporated instantly!

In the next second, the red light shot by the magic energy gun disappeared in everyone's eyes.

Araka fell to his knees with a thud, but he still fiercely raised his flaming right hand and slammed out the flames above his head and hands with a few blows.

As if relieved, the people of the stars fell to the ground one after another.

In the scorching air, many soldiers had been charred or burned alive.

"The first round of firing is over, it seems that they are not aiming very accurately......" Araka gritted his teeth, got up and said, "But if they use the Siegel Seven......"

At this moment, a terrible trumpet sounded through the sky!

"Toot-"

Alaka frowned.

Putile and the other veterans shuddered!

"We survived!" said Putira, who had survived the catastrophe, his lips trembling and his eyes closed.

"It's ...... This is Exeter's retreating trumpet!"

The sound of horses' hooves could be heard in the distance.

A knight in a gray helmet galloped in.

"That's enough! Kingdom Wrath!" shouted the Grey Helmet Knight from afar, "enough for the battle and the death!"

Alaka looked up and laughed sarcastically, "Tulha!

"Come on!" he said, raising his almost blackened right hand and the almost brand-new immovable bow on it, gritting his teeth, "step over my corpse and get it!"

"Take the Immovable Bow I snatched from you twelve years ago!"

"The battle between us is over!" Lord Tulha, with a heavy face, said dissatisfiedly from his mount, "One of the ten co-rulers of Exeter, the Venerable Grand Duke of the Black Sand Collar, Lord Charman Rumba, has invited His Royal Highness Tyles Bright Star, the second prince of the Kingdom of Stars, to meet him!"

Alaka was stunned: "Are you kidding me?"

At this moment, Putileh exclaimed, "Your Highness!"

Tails had no idea what was going on behind the scenes.

He only had one feeling now.

Pain.

The pain was numb.

It hurts numbly!

This is the sequelae of the previous "out of control", and now it is striking again.

Sharp pain erupted from all over the body.

It's even more serious than last time!

It's as if every molecule is lysing, collapsing, and then transmitting this pain to every nerve.

"What's wrong with him?"

Tails struggled to keep his eyes open, looking at a Grey-Helmeted knight in the distance, and Araka, a vigilant face in front of him.

"Maybe it's out of strength, after all, it's ...... such a journey," was Putilai's anxious voice.

"Oh my God, Your Highness is bleeding...... No, no, his breathing is weakening!" It was a panicked Wya.

"Where's the doctor, let him come!"

The last images Tails saw before he lost consciousness were Rolf running anxiously towards him, and Ramon being dragged by Edda.

――――

Those two voices again...... Tails thought in a daze: It's like a dream.

Probably wake up and forget, right?

"Oh, it's it again? How long has it been, has it been a few minutes? Anyway, it's finally here to stay, right?"

"Well, although the buoyancy of the soul is still strong, I can feel that its physical body is almost ...... Wait! It's different from last time, someone is stimulating the potential in its body and mending its life...... And its own vitality seems to be exuberant, exuberant and excessive. ”

"No, when was the last time I met such a hard guy? thousands, hundreds, or decades ago, I can't remember, it seems to be the arrogant knight and mage? Hey, what does Mother think?"

“...... The mother was still reluctant to take it. ”

"All I can say is that it's a good thing to have a strong vitality...... Even my mother opened up the net ......"

"It's useless to think too much, my mother has her own plans. ”

"Do you remember the Abyssal Monarch a long time ago, he even lost three hearts in a row by that scourge...... Tsk, that scream, even the lowest layer of us can be heard clearly, my mother was about to take him in, but he actually struggled to crawl back ......"

"Silence! Prepare to open the counterflow gate...... It's going to go back. ”

"Hey, I hope it won't go back up next time it comes down......"

――――

In a dimly lit grove of unknown address.

A weak girl slowly stood up from under the tree.

"I thought it would be Heilan who came first. The Blood Magician, Giza Trellman, smiled and whispered without looking back, "After all, I made such a big fuss. ”

"After all these years, it seems that she is also lazy. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, a man slowly stepped out of the bushes behind her.

"Do you know who I am?" said Giza, smiling pleasantly, and brushing his hair:

The man did not speak.

"If you knew, how could you dare to follow all the way?"

Giza smiled and turned around.

The man remained silent.

As if I didn't hear it.

This is an ordinary man in every way.

Ordinary appearance, ordinary clothing, ordinary figure, ordinary temperament.

It's hard to make any impression on anyone.

Except for his left side of the waist.

There were two weapons tied to his belt.

One of the weapons, firmly wrapped in old linen, barely made out to be a long strip.

Giza shrugged his eyebrows slightly.

Beneath the linen, she felt a hint of disgust.

And the man's other weapon seems to be a sword.

It's just that the shape is not very regular.

The man was still expressionless.

But he moved—the irregular sword at his waist in his backhand.

Pull it out slowly.

"Are you sure you want to use your sword against me?"

Giza exhaled softly: "It doesn't look like the civilians around it......"

The man still didn't speak.

He just raised his sword with the same expression.

As if doing the most trivial thing.

Giza smiled lightly.

The next moment, she saw the sword in the man's hand clearly.

The sword.

The Blood Magician's face was slightly gloomy.

It was a strange sword.

What's more.

That's a handful......

From the hilt to the shaft.

A strange sword with a pitch-black body.

(To be continued.) )