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Chapter 238 The swan song of the cold weapon war

[The black monster slowly crawled out of the black cave. Its body is slender and strong, and it snakes forward like a snake. The appearance of the screen is like some kind of ominous omen.Suddenly, it let out a sharp whistle, forming layers of echoes in the cave, and its two "eyes" lit up, watching us in front of us.It was fear like never before, never seen before in my life and never want to see again. 】

After the war, a gold tax official wrote such a passage in his diary.

At that time, the Luoxie people at the train station didn't feel much. They heard the roar and saw the appearance of the train coming, but the speed of the train was not very fast, not even as fast as a horse-drawn carriage running at full speed. The only shocking thing was :so big!so high!so dark!

The god of smelting did not build modern trains, the conditions were immature, mainly due to the design of the rails, the energy output of the steam engine, and of course the key combustion equivalent, so what he made was the original version, which could not even outrun a horse. For this defect, He decisively doubled the size of the train, which made the first train in this world look like some kind of huge monster.

The gold tax officials didn't panic, mages can also make magic devices, flying in the sky, running on the ground, swimming in the sea, all kinds of things, and even some that look exactly like people, magic is omnipotent.With such insights, they didn't have any special emotion at the approaching train, they just stared vigilantly.

"There is no magic reaction." Someone whispered.

"Isn't this a matter of course, something from the Middle Kingdom." Someone echoed, "They don't like magic."

"But...it's so big, isn't this thing powered by human power?" Someone said.

"Impossible." There was some shock in the voice, "It's all metal, with such a large...human force? Even if it's all giants, it's impossible to push it? Besides, the giants can see it at a glance."

"Should it be pushed by magic?"

"Magic energy cannot be detected, which of these words do you not understand?"

Just when the conversation was getting violent, a crisp voice sounded, and the gold tax officials reflexively put on a defensive posture, holding up the protective force field and looking around.

"What's wrong?" Someone asked after a while.

"It seems that something hit me and hit my constant protective force field." A gold tax official whispered.

"what?"

"do not know."

"How can you not know?? Are you blind?"

"Too fast, idiot! It's not a magic item, how would I know!"

Just as the sound of quarreling was getting louder and louder, a series of cracking sounds sounded, and many invisible things scattered from the direction of the train!

For small and fast things, the simplest response for mages is to prop up a protective force field. Whether it is constant on the body or cast immediately, it is a very effective counterattack method. However, this is the case of magic versus magic—very The magic situation was directly ignored by the mages. After all, human throwing could not break the magic protection.

"Ah—" The first scream sounded, and the gold tax official fell backwards, with blood profusely pouring from his eyes. It can be said that he was very unlucky.

As the train gradually entered the platform, the frequency of the crackling became more and more intensive, because there were more side angles of the train facing the gold tax officer's station, and they finally discovered that the "hidden weapons" were fired from the windows on the side of the train Yes, however, it was too late, the rain of shooting instantly knocked down a large group of gold tax officials gathered at the platform, and those who survived were moaning non-stop while clutching the shot site, frantically trying to use healing techniques.

"What?!" The middle-aged commander reacted very quickly. As soon as the train appeared, he immediately backed away. At this time, he was hiding behind a pillar and stuck his head out to watch, "Burn this thing!"

The sound of the fireball spell sounded in the crowd, but it failed. Several small bottles flew over mixed with the bullets. Some exploded in mid-air, some fell into the crowd and exploded, and some fell to the ground. Those who come into contact with the physical body are more miserable. Since the protective force field has been consumed by bullets, they can only "experience" the power of nitroglycerin for themselves!

These nitroglycerin are all packed in space bags by mages. In order to prevent these "explosive water" from exploding in their hands as soon as they are taken out, mages are willing to consume a magic bit to use delay magic, which is lower than time magic level and better. Grasp, "can achieve the effect of slowing down the flow of time in a certain space or object", at least to ensure that the bottle of nitroglycerin does not explode, and considering the possibility of this thing exploding in mid-air, various small sharps are attached to the outside of the bottle , at the suggestion of Cecil, these sharps were all soaked in feces...

"Are you going to stink each other to death?" Luther was puzzled when he heard this request.

"No, it's those small animals, right?" Owen said with a smile. He can be regarded as the only master of modern medicine. Do you understand?"

Luther nodded half-understood, and said, "Almost, anyway, this guy has always liked shit and fart..."

Cecil ignored it, and looked down at the design drawings intently. Luther felt something was wrong and thought it was too tired. It wasn't long before he realized that Cecil had been affected by that time.

The gold tax officials rolled into a ball on the ground, and the screams of the seriously injured and the slightly injured came back and forth. The medical team rushed over in a hurry, and rushed up to treat the wounded without finding any traces of magic attacks. Therefore, the second After the wave of shooting began, the medical team also fell like cut straw.

Alanster was kneeling at the beginning, but when he saw someone fell down, he ran away cleverly. At this time, he also hid behind a pillar, watching the scene with puzzlement.

All the magic is issued by the gold tax officer. There is no trace of magic on that "black monster", so what is it?bow and arrow?Impossible, no arrows!blow dart?Impossible too, too many and too fast!crossbow?Still no arrows!

The crackling sound stopped again, and there was only wailing and groaning on the platform. Of course, all the gold tax officials could not be accommodated here. A large number of people were waiting outside. After hearing the abnormal sound, quite a few ran in, and all of them got stuck at the entrance to the platform. In the stairs and in the hall.

"Burn it!" The middle-aged commander shouted frantically, "Burn it!"

Facing metal objects, the best magic attack is of course burning. Water is useless in a non-enclosed space, not to mention wind, and indoors are not easy to attract wind, and wind blades are not suitable for it. Disintegration and the like are of course Sure enough, the problem is that not everyone knows this advanced spell.

Several big fireballs came together, and the mages didn't waste their magic points on the small fireball. This kind of behemoth didn't care about the small fire at first glance. Unexpectedly, the big fireball was thrown over, and the ones that landed on the side fell directly along the wall of the train. Enter the railway track, and then slide into the low-lying places on both sides along the trapezoidal foundation.The one that fell on the top of the train was safe, but it gradually extinguished after burning for a while. After all, metal is not combustible, and the train is all made of broken magic steel. The surface is coated with anti-rust and fire-resistant paint, and there is no burn mark Leave.

"What the hell?!" The middle-aged commander stared at the result dumbfounded, and said angrily, "Use the joint meteorite technique!"

The gold tax officers who were still alive all cast horrified looks at the commander, while the wounded soldiers who were lying on the ground and struggling scolded without hesitation, and greeted the commander's biological parents affectionately.

"This is indoors, and it's such a narrow area..." the adjutant persuaded tactfully, "Also, there are not enough members for the joint large meteorite surgery."

"Where is the person?" I thought the wave had stabilized, the front tooth towers were gone, and the crystal was still bloody, but I didn't expect the other party to be resurrected. The commander's urgency is understandable, "Where are you going at this time?"

The adjutant pointed to the fallen people on the platform, and the commander suddenly fell silent. These mages who performed the combined meteorite technique are naturally the main force in the army. This kind of glorious moment of reviewing the results is naturally the first choice. Therefore, Luoxie People have suffered the biggest battle damage since the start of this war, and the gold tax collectors who specialize in war magic are almost wiped out.

The middle-aged commander gritted his teeth and said, "Has the Might and Magic Gate been built?"

"I don't know, didn't you say that you are not in a hurry..." This little adjutant is proficient in which pot can't be opened and which pot to lift, "I guess it hasn't started yet, everyone has to rest after marching all the way, and who would have thought that people from the Middle Kingdom would come?" So fast! By the way, is this from the Middle Kingdom? Have you never heard of such a thing in the Middle Kingdom?"

The middle-aged commander was startled, stared at the train for a long time, and asked doubtfully, "Why don't these people come down?"

"Could this thing itself be alive?" The adjutant raised a creepy idea, "Like a golem."

"I said there is no mana fluctuation!"

"It's also possible that a new device has been developed to cover up the fluctuation of magic energy."

"Don't think about it, look at the tail, the mark of the Middle Kingdom!"

A rectangular piece of pure red is brushed on the tail of the train. This is Cecil's masterpiece. When it was first proposed, it was laughed at by all the kings, but he insisted on it, thinking that this design is "simple and convenient. Besides, it's not white, what's wrong with the red flag", and finally this mark was designated as "temporary draft" because everyone opposed this design...

"Why don't you retreat?" The middle-aged commander finally thought of retreating. This ghostly place is not conducive to their fighting methods, not to mention that the situation is unclear now, so he dare not attack rashly. "This thing came along the iron bars underground. , should not leave this range.”

"There are wheels!" Taking advantage of the shooting pause, a sorcerer who knew the invisibility technique leaned forward to have a look, and quickly returned, "The wheels are embedded in the iron bars to move forward!"

The middle-aged commander immediately asked, "Did you see the inside?"

"I can't see clearly, the glass is opaque." The spy shook his head, "But he can hear voices saying 'there's no more bullets', 'it can't be done', etc. It seems that there are not enough weapons for attacking!"

"There are people inside?" The middle-aged commander asked in surprise.

"It must be a human, I heard it, Chinese in the Middle Kingdom!" The spy said with certainty.

At this moment, the reinforcements who had been blocking the stairs and the hall finally squeezed in, and a large group of people rushed onto the platform without a sound, which gave the middle-aged commander a glimmer of hope.

To put it bluntly, after entering the train station and confirming that there is no one there, the middle-aged commander has the illusion that the dust of this war has settled. After all, the fastest way to move in this world is the Might and Magic Gate. Without the Might and Magic Gate, one side will arrive first If the location or checkpoint is predetermined, then it can be said that the victory and defeat have been divided when the two sides are equal in force. What's more, the Luoxie people think they have stronger force than the Middle Kingdom.

At this time, losing a large number of core mages, and "turning the time" without even knowing how they lost, Alexander would not be happy.

The middle-aged commander wiped the sweat from his brow, and directed to the team that had just entered: "That thing has no arrows, this is a good opportunity."

"That thing seems to be a train." The team commander was younger, frowned and observed for a long time, "Didn't we see the train station of Blinghe on the gate when we came in? Blinghe is the main city of elves, and the station is Station, so this thing should be a train, right?"

"Huh? A car made of fire?" The middle-aged commander muttered, "Anyway, you see, the people inside are no longer attacking, and no trace of magic energy can be detected. This is definitely not a magic device. It is a counterattack." good chance!"

The team commander accepted the task excitedly. They are the team responsible for attacking the fortifications. Most of their spells are short, fast and low-level magic. They serve as infantry in large-scale wars. Naturally, the backbone mages stand out. There is a lot of air out on the ground, but little air in. Waiting for their help, this is a good opportunity!

A group of heavily armed squads appeared a few meters from the edge of the platform. They were wearing magic steel armor, holding long knives, daggers on their waists, bows and arrows behind their backs, and some were holding special personal weapons, such as scimitars, sticks, etc. , the most exaggerated one is actually dragging a thin knife that is three or four meters long, and he doesn't know what he wants to do.

The team commander waved his hand, and the man with the long thin knife rushed forward, and suddenly stabbed the knife towards a piece of glass. Luoluo's arrows accurately shot into the carriage, and sporadic shouts sounded.

"Attack!" The team commander yelled, taking the lead to rush forward.

The whistle sounded suddenly from the head of the train. The loud whine startled everyone and attracted everyone's attention. Then, the train started slowly and moved forward a few meters.

The attacking team stood still, watching everything blankly and warily.

"what happened?"

"Are you going to run away?"

"Isn't it going forward? There is no way ahead."

While there was a lot of discussion, a door suddenly opened on the side of the carriage, revealing a strange device.

"So there is a door on the side?" The middle-aged commander asked in surprise.

"It's all empty?"

"If it's all empty, how does this thing work?"

"No, wait a minute, calculate the volume, how many people can it hold if it is all empty?"

The middle-aged commander suddenly felt cold, stood up desperately and shouted: "Retreat! Retreat!"

A bright light suddenly lit up from the open compartment door, in the shape of a very special horizontal candle flame, accompanied by the sound of rattling, followed by blood and flesh, and the attacking team closest to the door Before they could react, the protective force field on their bodies collapsed in an instant. Within a few seconds, they physically endured the original model of the Gatling machine gun. The 200 rounds of ammunition per minute of the rotary machine gun poured out, and bystanders could even see the bullets coming out. of minced meat.

The attacking team ceased to exist within ten seconds, and all that was left was a piece of broken corpse. The metal shell ammunition turned the corpse into a pitted lump of flesh, and there was no struggle before death at all.

"Damn it, it's overheated! Don't turn!" Such a voice came from the carriage.

"Slow down, slow down, it will get stuck!"

"Stop, stop! Are you all dead?"

"It's all dead! Fuck, reload, why are you in a daze!"

The platform was quiet, and the gold tax officials, whether injured or alive, were all staring blankly at the carriage.

"No, there is no mana reaction..."

I don't know who said it, and then there was a shrill scream. The mages are not afraid of the scene of blood and flesh, but the unknown.

what is this?What exactly is this?

Every gold tax official scrambled and scrambled to escape from the platform, and even those with injured legs paddled the ground desperately with both hands, fearing that the devilish voice would sound from behind them again.

Luo Sha would probably be very pleased if he saw that the blueprints left behind had turned into real objects.

When the God of Smelting knew that Cecil had chosen Gatling among a bunch of firearms without hesitation, his expression was very subtle: "Why did you choose this? It's too old-fashioned? It's not considered a modern gun. It's something from the History Museum." , and also requires two-wheel stands for stability.”

"Because our level is low." Cecil said calmly, "Surely you didn't make this directly?"

The God of Smelting nodded: "You still have a little self-knowledge, I just make rifling for you that you can't make, don't even think about it, it's not helping you, it's giving you away."

"Understood." Cecil smiled and said, "When will it be made?"

"Don't worry, one can still catch up."

As a result, the Luoxie people were fortunate to become the first batch of experience users of the local machine gun.

Wails and screams filled the train station, and the uniform of the gold tax officer was only blood red. They ran out frantically, as if there were some terrible monsters in the train station.The middle-aged commander finally ran out of the station, looked at the sunny sky outside and let out a heavy breath.

Resign, resign when you go back...

Alanster came out from behind the pillar and walked to the pile of minced meat in a daze. He looked at the inhuman corpses and felt unreal for a moment.

What happened?

"Fuck, don't turn around, that's an elf! It's an elf, not a Loser!" There was such a shout in the carriage, and someone jumped down and ran to Alanster, "Hi, may I ask your name? ?”

"Me?" Alanster raised his head and said blankly, "Alanster..."

"Ah—" someone called out, "King Green Bank? You, no, why were you arrested? What happened to Green Bank?"

Alanster murmured: "Green Bank... Brinker is gone."

"It's gone in one day? It's too soon!" The visitor blurted out in surprise, then realized something, coughed violently, and smiled, "Then what, let me unload this thing for you first, okay?" ?”

Alanster stared at the corpse on the ground for a while, and asked, "What is that thing of yours?"

"Huh?" replied the man who was studying the shackles. "What?"

"It's the da da da one."

"Ah!" The visitor became excited, "That one is called a machine gun!"

"Machine guns are..."

Alanster couldn't finish his sentence, and suddenly felt dizzy. When he couldn't stand upright and fell to the ground, he thought it was the weakness after being injured. Only when he saw the man from the Middle Kingdom on the opposite side also lying down did he realize that it was the vibration coming from the ground .

"There's an earthquake!" The people in the Middle Kingdom yelled, and helped Alanster to run towards the train, "Go to the open air!"

The shaking continued for about ten minutes, and it stopped when a shadow appeared above his head. Alanster poked his head out to look at the sky, and was shocked to find that there was a mountain in the place that was originally empty.

Someone flew up to the sky to take a look, and made a shocked voice: "Fuck, the Luofeng Mountains have risen again!"

The moment the gold tax officials escaped, the Luofeng Mountains lifted the ground on both sides again by 70 meters, and the only thing that remained unchanged was the train station and the tunnel, as if some kind of special care.

Of course, Cecil, who was far away in Moon City, also saw it. It was impossible for Langdon to allow him to observe the destructive attack of the machine gun on the cold weapon army. He did have some regrets, but it was also helpless. He was a burden on the battlefield.

"The Windfall Mountains have risen again." Langdon's voice was full of worry, "What will it look like in the end? You said that there are two planets under our feet, right?"

"Of course it's separate!" Cecil said excitedly, "Become an independent individual!"

Langdon turned his head when he heard the sound, stared at Cecil's bloodshot eyes and asked, "What will happen to the people living on this planet?"

"That kind of trivial matter doesn't matter?" Cecil seemed completely unaware of anything wrong, "It's just some people!"

Langdon was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Honey, do you want to destroy the magic?"

"Of course!" Cecil said categorically, "Total annihilation! Magic shouldn't exist!"

"What about me?" Langdon's voice was gentle, with a certain vigilance, "I'm also a mage."

Cecil hesitated, and said, "Change it."

"Can't it be changed?"

"Then it should be wiped out!" Cecil immediately shouted, "All mages and magic should be wiped out, not a single bit left!"

At this moment, Langdon finally confirmed that Cecil was not normal. Although he didn't know when it started, the Cecil he loved would never despise life.

"Honey." Langdon softened his voice and gently held Cecil's shoulder, "You are tired."

"I'm not tired!" Cecil suddenly reached out and grabbed Langdon's neck, "Damn you! You should..."

After a while, Cecil calmed down and asked, "And how did you do it?"

"I slapped you a few times." Langdon said softly.

Cecil: "...No, usually at this time, shouldn't you hold me in your arms and wake me up with love?"

"Love is not enough for you, I think you prefer power."

"..."