"Get ready for lifting!"

A man with the left half of his face burned shouted.

As the training officer of the Black Sand Territory's magic gun unit, Hardy watched with satisfaction as his nearly thirty strong and elite soldiers, wearing heat-resistant gloves and glass goggles, were divided into groups of three and opened the maintenance boxes.

He calmly held out ten streamlined iron-gray magic guns.

Although they are not the best magic gunmen he has ever trained, compared to Exeter, who generally despises the use of magic guns, the magic gun team under the Black Sand Archduke is already a rare expert.

This reminded Hardy of the first time he, as a new recruit, touched the old and depleted Sigel Type V magic energy gun.

But looking at these young men, Hardy sighed: Look at the stuff in their hands.

Siegel's Type 7 magic gun has a solid gun body forged by the rough skills of the dwarves of the Iron Ash Mountain in the Eastern Continent.

The oil storage tank made of dark copper mined from the seabed in Bicheng is filled with high-quality eternal whale oil hunted by the Trade Federation from the Southern Terminal Sea, as well as the sealed core with mysterious origin.

The gun body is hard and wear-resistant, the barrel can withstand high temperatures, the ballistics are highly focused, and aiming is easy. Even the core depletion rate is only half that of its predecessor, the Siegel Six, which was launched twenty years ago. The magic energy is focused on two

It will not disperse within 100 meters, can withstand two firings within half an hour, and only needs two hours to cool down. Except for the still frustrating exaggerated weight and heat leakage problems, in Hardy's mind it is simply perfect.

Compared with those low-quality magic guns that have flowed into the underground black market from the national arms trade without explanation and lack of care and maintenance, and can only experience core exhaustion after a few months, they are like a stick to a steel sword.

"The target comes into view, aim and prepare!"

A strong man raised his hands, knelt down on one knee, and firmly supported the heat-insulated base at the front of the gun body with his shoulders wearing special shoulder armor.

A shrewd sighter 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.

One day... Hardy thought silently: It will no longer be heavy and can be held by two people or even one person.

It’s no longer complicated, one person can complete aiming and firing.

It is no longer dangerous, and the core will not become a prison ferry bell that threatens the gunman's life at any time.

It is no longer expensive, and every soldier will equip it for combat, not just a squad of dozens of people.

It is no longer mysterious. The core is no longer a mysterious thing purchased from special channels. Everyone will know its origin and principle.

One day... Hardy looked tenderly at the magic gun beside him that was in firing state. He subconsciously touched his left arm that was broken at the elbow, feeling the dull pain on the left side of his face, and thought:

It will become the king of war, take away the pride of the power of the end, and completely eliminate metal weapons and hand-to-hand combat from the world.

Even in the Northland.

It will tell people how heavy the price of war is and how precious peace is.

It's a pity that I can't see it anymore.

"Attack in place!"

Hardy solemnly raised his right hand and shouted the second to last shout.

Ten shooters pulled hard on the handle with a built-in spring, and the mysterious core behind the gun began to make disturbing vibrations and noises.

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

I heard their newly found prince is inside.

Is it.

Hardy smiled.

Lucy, my daughter.

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

No matter what kind of desperate situation you are in, you must stay strong and survive.

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

"Fire!"

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The soldiers set up a dense shield formation, blocking a large field of view in front of them, and everyone else hid behind the shield formation.

"Arc shield, distribute evenly!" Araka roared: "Don't miss any place!"

Thales was pinned to the ground by Putilai, unable to lift his head at all.

"No matter what, hide behind others," Putilai said with a stiff face: "Rumba must be crazy!"

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

Opposite is...a magic gun?

He remembered that not long ago, Maurice from the Brotherhood had obtained two weapons from the army at a high price...but they all proved to be "impractical gadgets."

At least that's what Leyock said.

Thales always thought that apart from the use of mysterious energy, it was roughly similar to the weapon in his previous life, a weapon that was raised to "bang bang bang" at the enemy.

But now it seems more complicated.

At least looking at Araka and the others, they should be...

"Fired!" At this moment, Alaka yelled crazily.

The soldiers gritted their teeth, trembled one after another, and held the metallic arc shields in their hands tighter.

A bright red light struck from the front!

Light penetrates the shield array.

The weather was very cold, but at this time, it was like being radiated by the sun, and a gentle warmth came over me.

"Withstand it and scatter them away..." Before Araka could finish speaking, strange changes occurred around these star people.

"Shua..."

The moment the snow beside them came into contact with the red light, the snow immediately shrank and turned into water, and then evaporated out of thin air!

Thales frowned slightly...is this?

Red light spreads across a small tree in the snow.

Thales stared dumbfoundedly at the top and bottom of the trees. Every inch of the tree instantly turned black, and then tongues of fire appeared.

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

"boom!"

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

"Hold on!" Alaka shouted: "Ten seconds is enough!"

Thales felt in horror that the surrounding air was constantly heating up.

Getting hotter!

Until that warmth turns into ruthless heat!

The temperature inside his body is also rising.

what happened?

Thales thought in a panic: What exactly is a magic gun? Why does it have such an effect?

"No...the heat coming from the shield..." A veteran of the Fury Guard pressed against the shield. On the shoulder where he was holding the shield, his clothes had begun to turn black and curl up, and smoke was coming out.

He closed his eyes tightly and answered tremblingly: "At least five of them were fired at us at the same time! Our anti-demon weapons...the arc shield is not enough!"

"Then you have to resist it!" Alaka roared, pulling out the motionless bow without a string from his back, "I will resist any excessive attacks!"

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

He screamed and took a step back in front of Alaka's shocked eyes.

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

"No..." Before Alaka could shout in shock and rage, the soldiers' miserable howls were heard one step ahead of him:

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

For a few seconds, the soldier shook wildly, and smoke first came out of his clothes.

The red light shone at his feet, and the snow instantly evaporated into gas!

Thales' scalp was numb as he watched the soldier's skin begin to melt all over his body. The next moment, his whole body let out a roar, and endless tongues of fire erupted.

Another second passed, and like the small tree, the soldier's body exploded, sending out countless sparks!

"boom!"

Thales watched in horror as this life disappeared.

Only the charred mummies of the soldiers were left.

But his death brought irreversible consequences.

"Block the gap..." Before Araka could finish shouting, the burning corpse fragments splashed around the shield array, igniting many soldiers holding shields to resist.
To be continued...