goddess of revolution

Chapter 406 War of the Undead, Goddess of War, and Terrible Tragedy
On the stone wall of Fort of Miracles, Ellie looked unhappily at the large magic gun that was being fired.

She killed a giant undead crocodile just now, and was about to clean up the abomination next to her, but was robbed of her head by this thing... No, soul fire.

The "magic machine gun" named by the goddess herself, the main body is like three pieces of pipe put together.The shortest and thickest receiver in the middle can catch up with Li Qi's thigh. A tube in the front is rolled up with several layers of mithril sandwiched in copper, hollowed out with countless holes, and the back has a similar structure.

Both the trigger grip and the magazine are in the receiver. Unlike other magic guns, the magazine is actually on the receiver, which is a round disk. Even though the bullet caliber is twice that of the magic gun, it is two centimeters thicker. Thick, but also full of [-] rounds.

A bracket holds the receiver and fixes the machine gun to the ground, and the bracket turntable allows the machine gun to rotate and pitch freely.With bullets included, the whole gun weighs nearly [-] kilograms, let alone one person, three people are difficult to serve.

This thing is so bulky, even if it fires bigger bullets in a row, how can it be stronger than the magic gun?
Killing the abomination just now is definitely just a coincidence!
The expression on Ellie's small face was as if written, so obvious that others could understand it at a glance.

Stared with disdain and suspicion by the saint of destruction, the trio operating the machine guns was drenched in sweat.

Choose the target with trepidation, pull the trigger, the receiver buzzes, and the bullets are poured on the group of elite zombies approaching the stone wall.

The dark green juice sprayed out, and the zombies fell one by one, either being beaten in two, or their heads burst.The flow of light woven by that blue light is like a sickle, harvesting low-level undead like a wheat field.

The corners of Ellie's mouth were not crooked, and her lips were pursed.

Interesting...

Encouraged by the saint's expression, the gunner selected a double-headed bone dragon that was flying low in the distance.

The light flow shoots into the air four to 500 meters away with an almost straight ballistic trajectory.

The two-headed dragon's head was splashed with bone chips. It whimpered and vibrated its bone wings to turn around and flee, which gave the shooter a more obvious target.

On the broken fleshy wings where the bone wings were stuck together, there were a series of bullet holes, which interrupted an unknown number of bone spurs.

The double-headed dragon struggled crookedly, and half of one bone wing was torn off suddenly, and fell straight to the ground, smashing a large number of skeleton soldiers.

Ellie's eyes were wide open, her mouth was slightly opened.

good!sharp!
The gunman became even more proud, changed direction, pulled the trigger, and activated the divine spell.

The buzzing of the receiver slowed down and ran out of ammunition.

The other two hurriedly changed the magazines. It was a bit troublesome to change the disc-mounted magazines. Coupled with nervousness, they were in a hurry.

Allie frowned...

It's not that bad anymore!

After changing the ammo, the gunman gritted his teeth, full of thoughts of rebuilding his image in front of the saint.

Guangliu mowed the grass in the undead waves under the stone wall, and the shooter rolled his eyes and passed out.

Ellie also rolled her eyes...

But so!

A gunner must rest after firing a magazine, but this guy can't stand the line of fire.

Let the medical team take away the wounded and another gunman takes over.

The gunman was determined to get a big one, so as to restore the saint's perception of the magic machine gun.

He aimed further afield.Near the mouth of the valley, which was two kilometers away, there was a character like a death knight pointing and pointing surrounded by his subordinates. He should be a senior commander.

It was too far away and missed the head, and only knocked down a few skeleton warriors next to the commander.The other skeleton warriors hurriedly propped up the heavy metal shields, and the bullets splashed sparks on the shields. It took a while to knock down two of them, and the commander was gone.

Ellie shouted angrily: "The egg is big! Take the mud!"

The gunman obediently followed Ellie's instructions and chose a closer target.

"Take mud! I'm so hungry!"

"Take the mud! Silk yellow, chicken silk!"

"Donkey demon! Donkey demon!"

A magazine was emptied, and Ellie slapped the gunman: "Bold!"

With two people reloading, Ellie seized the position of the shooter, skillfully pulled out the grip and replaced it with her own grip.

Then she found that with a height of 1.4 meters and short arms, she could not operate this big gun at all.

The white light flickered, and Ellie transformed into Catherine, buzzing and ringing continuously, and the magic machine gun began to spew light streams again.

The two gunmen looked at each other, expressing both helplessness and relief.

At first, Catherine was not used to this kind of continuous firing magic weapon, and she always had to stop when switching targets.Later, it was discovered that this kind of "thriftiness" would be a waste of energy, so he simply held the trigger and shot back and forth.

Although she couldn't see her face clearly with the helmet on, but listening to Catherine's occasional ahaha laughter, she knew she was very happy.

Within a few hundred meters of the stone wall, valuable targets were almost cleared away, and she set her sights on targets in the air again.

These flying units of various races, including banshees, double-headed bone dragons, and undead griffins, have been wandering around the castle of miracles.When they find an opportunity, they will jump straight down, like flies, and they are one of the most troublesome enemies for the defenders.

Catherine was dissatisfied again, the machine gun was fixed on the gun rack, and she had to squat down to have a sufficient elevation angle.

With a clang, she tore the machine gun off the rack.

The tall silver-armored warrior held a huge magic machine gun in both hands and shot towards the sky, laughing while firing.

The laughter mixed with the gunshots seemed to melt into the fierce blue flames from the muzzle of the guns, turning into terrifying power, shooting the undead to the ground one by one, and even smashing them into bone fragments in the sky.

Not only the two gunmen looked up blankly at this scene, but all the red fighters nearby were fascinated.

It is simply the Goddess of War descending to earth!

It would have been perfect if the laughter hadn't been so wild.

………………

In the North Wing Fort, there is a blue light on the stone wall that shoots at the undead continuously at intervals, and every fort also has a stream of light covering the sky. Not only adventurers like Dyke, but even ordinary legionnaires can feel it. The pressure is greatly reduced.

Dozens of magic guided machine guns were deployed one after another, and the line of defense was impregnable.

In addition to the magic machine gun, there are also various magic guns.

There are arcane missiles that can fire three missiles at the same time.Although it has no bullets and is not as lethal as a magic gun, it has a miraculous effect on undead like banshees.And three shots at a time, with constant intervals, it seems to be close to a repeating gun.

There are also those that fire flames or freezing rays, whose damage and penetration are not as good as magic guns, which can have a long range and attack continuously.Can deal damage to slow-moving undead such as abominations at a long distance.

These strange magical guns are like experimental products, they are not many in number, and they are all used by specific people.

Ordinary adventurers also have a new weapon, a magic spray gun for close range.This kind of weapon that can deal damage to the entire fan-shaped area in front of you is suitable for use when the enemies in front of you are too dense.

Dyke stroked the stubby gun barrel and sighed secretly. If he had had such a weapon before, there was no need for Duan Chang to rush forward to fight hand-to-hand.

At noon, the attack of the undead weakened a lot, and the adventurers and soldiers ate boxed lunches on the stone wall.

If the battle situation is tense, there will be no lunch box, and only bread with sliced ​​meat and vegetables can be eaten.

The box lunch is very rich, with soft bread, various vegetables, and several kinds of meat, all steaming, and each person is served with a glass of light beer.The food is packed into a box with strong, waterproof and heat-resisting thick paper, which is how the name "box lunch" comes from.

Adventurers are used to this kind of box lunch. It is said that the wrapping paper was commissioned by the Duke to be researched by his good friend Master Rowena. It can be exchanged for very cheap points in the Adventurer's Guild. It is used by all adventurers to hold food when they go out. Essential supplies.

The soldiers had never seen it before, and they were reluctant to throw it away. Some even wore paper cups with strings and hung them around their waists.

The packaging is second, and the content of the box lunch is the key.

A civilian soldier choked up and said: "It's so delicious... If you can eat this meal, you won't regret it if you die immediately."

It was only then that Dyke remembered that many of the soldiers in this legion were serfs of nobles.

For an adventurer with extraordinary power, eating with a lowly person like a serf is completely insulting.Even a priest of a good god, with a heart of compassion, would not be able to sit and eat with the serfs so naturally.

But now, not to mention adventurers, the priests of the legion sat on the ground, mixed with the soldiers, and ate deliciously with their lunch boxes.

The officer from the PFC patted the soldier on the shoulder and said, "You will regret it, there will be hot pot at night."

Another soldier picked up a piece of crystal clear meat and asked, "What kind of meat is this? It tastes like fish, but I'm a fisherman, and I've never seen fish look like this."

The officer said naturally: "Spider meat."

There was a sound of puff, and many people spit out the things in their mouths.

Deke was filled with righteous indignation, and felt that these serfs were really despicable people: "You guys are such a waste! How dare you vomit such a delicious thing!?"

The fisherman thought for a while, ate the piece of meat, chewed and said, "I'm so hungry, I might even eat human flesh. What is spider meat? And it's really delicious."

Some soldiers timidly tried again, and some soldiers asked anxiously: "What about the other meat? Could it be some weird animal again?"

"Double-headed beef, crystal pork, ah, and a pair of fried chicken wings," said an adventurer, "It seems that the druids of the Ministry of Security have researched a new breed that can grow three pairs of chicken wings."

"Can a chicken grow three pairs of wings?"

The soldier's eyes stared straight at the thought, but he couldn't think of a specific look.

Picking up the chicken wings and gnawing on them, the soldier sighed with happiness: "It's real chicken wings. When I was young, I picked up the leftover chicken wings of the lord and gnawed on them. Now I still remember the taste."

Another soldier said greedily: "It's only three pairs, how great it is to grow ten pairs, everyone can eat chicken wings!"

The very young adventurer said: "You will always get tired of eating chicken wings. But don't worry, there are so many types of food that Fei Gong will cook up in the future that you can take turns to eat them all your life."

The officer smiled and said to the young man, "You know a lot."

"My older sister is from the Ministry of Security, and she is very familiar with the druids of the 'All Things Edible Society' in the ministry." The young man scratched his head embarrassedly: "I also had the opportunity to enter the study class of the Beta City Consolidation Department, but I failed the review of the standard bearer, saying that I still need to hone my will."

The officer comforted: "If you can persist in this war to the end, your will must have reached the standard."

The adventurers coughed loudly, and the young man said with a bitter face, "I was fine, but when you say that, I feel like my will is about to collapse."

"Ah...haha, I forgot, forgot," the officer said apologetically, "I forgot the taboos of you adventurers."

Then he restrained his smile and said seriously: "If you really want to join the Fei Gong, you can't talk about this kind of taboo."

Thinking about the paladin Duan Zhang who died before, Deckard sighed, secretly thinking that he was not qualified to join Fei Gong.

After lunch, the puppet cart brought new weapons.

The magic machine gun and various new magic guns opened the eyes of Dyke and others, but this kind of puppet car is a strange thing that everyone can't bear to see.

Although relying on this kind of car can easily move the wounded and supplies, but the structure of a humanoid puppet with two legs is really a spiritual pollution.

This kind of magical vehicle is refitted with the old golems collected from the Storm Islands. A hole is opened in the golem's stomach, unnecessary things are removed, and a person is inserted into it to operate.Two more legs are added at the back to support a convertible car, which can run and climb.Although the speed is not as fast as that of a carriage or a magic cart used by nobles, it can go anywhere, and the golem is also very strong and durable.

The problem is that the shape of this thing is too dazzling.

When another batch of weapons was unloaded from the vehicle and distributed to adventurers, Deckard immediately forgot about the spiritual pollution caused by the puppet vehicle.

Automatic magic gun!
There are still two types. The director of the FCP Magic Working Committee who came with the weapon said that most people use Stoner to test Type [-], and those who are big and high-level use Mikhail to test Type [-].

Deck chose Mikhail, because this is a small magic machine gun.

The officer specifically warned that first-level professionals would be exhausted if they fired at most five magazines, that is, 150 rounds of bullets.But Mikhail's rate of fire is twice that of Stoner's, and will consume his power faster, so you have to pay attention to moderation.

Deckard was a third-level ranger. He felt that even with simple multiples, he could shoot close to [-] rounds, so he didn't take this warning seriously.

What is the concept of five hundred rounds?When I used to use the Fini magic gun to clean the undead's lair, I only fired about a hundred rounds a day.Before the hot pot feast at night, why can't you hit [-] rounds?

In the afternoon, the undead's offensive intensified again.Deke hugged the Mikhail automatic magic gun, and swept away the undead one by one, his eyes were bloodshot. At this time, the concept of five hundred rounds was completely out of his mind.

A magazine has thirty rounds, and it takes less than ten seconds to finish.He mechanically unloaded and reloaded the magazine, and together with his companions, he used continuous bursts of blue flames to firmly block the wave of undead under the stone wall.

Throughout the afternoon, the legionnaires were basically watching a show, and not many undead could rush up the stone wall.Later, I learned how to press the magazine, and squatted behind the wall to help the adventurer reload.

After reloading another magazine, Deckard felt his eyes blur and his legs began to feel weak.

Damn it, how many rounds did I shoot?
There was something bad going on in the dark, under the stone wall, on the top of the hill that he shot into a hill of bones, a skeleton warrior with only half of his body threw a spear.

Deke clearly saw the spear flying towards him, but his body didn't have the strength to react at all. The spear pierced his unprotected shoulder, and he fell to the ground screaming.

In the evening, at the beginning of the moonlight, fluorite lamps illuminate the fortress.

Under the cover of night, the undead were originally more active than during the day.But the light that is as bright as day contains divine power, and it suppresses the undead more severely than sunlight, so at night, the undead also temporarily dies down.

In addition to the necessary guards and watchmen, the defenders in the three fortresses happily sat around the pot, enjoying the long-awaited hot pot feast.

The members of Bai Yang's team sighed, "It's a pity that the captain is not here."

Another team member said: "I hope he gets better soon, and don't miss more good things."

The team members held two slender wooden sticks in one hand, and rushed into the pot to scoop up things: "So, let us help the captain eat for him!"

Amidst the laughter, the ground suddenly shook violently.

The team members were horrified to see the pot overturned and the soup, meat and vegetables spilled all over the floor.

(End of this chapter)