Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 517 Full Coverage Firepower Matrix

According to the pre-planned exercise plan, the salvo of twenty magic-powered cannons was just the appetizer for the opening ceremony.

Then the ironclad ship slowly towed a huge and heavy three-masted wide-body wooden sailing ship to the center of the river - this was the "scrap money" purchased by the military from the Dragon Stone Chamber of Commerce branch in Grizzly Castle. After having civilian ironclad ships as a new means of transportation, the Dragon Stone Chamber of Commerce had been eager to dispose of the sailing wooden boats that had been used for more than ten years at a low price.

It is obvious that this retired sailing ship exists as a "simulated target" for live-fire exercises, and its fate will soon be the same as those giant floats.

The ironclad ships that had been lined up neatly at the military dock had turned their guns on the bows, and six huge magic cannons fired a salvo, instantly blasting the wooden ships into pieces. In addition, the large barrels of dragon flame powder that had been pre-installed inside the wooden ships exploded instantly, and the flames mixed with thick smoke shot straight into the sky, creating an earth-shaking momentum.

What followed was the free-fire period for the two heavy artillery pieces. As the dragon flames and alchemical explosives buried on the riverbank were hit and detonated one after another, the continuous roar of twenty magic-powered cannons mixed with magic-powered naval guns directly pushed the atmosphere of the exercise site to a climax - the smoke and water splashes raised by the explosions continued, and the area where the artillery impacted within a radius of about one mile was riddled with holes. Even the people standing on high ground could faintly feel the slight tremor of the city wall under their feet.

The officials and nobles in the temporary stands outside the city all hunched their necks, looked pale, and their backs soaked with cold sweat kept shifting on their chairs... If it weren't for the power of the future king, many of them would probably have wanted to leave their seats and run away immediately.

Pierce stood beside Harvey like a javelin, trying his best to maintain a cold and resolute expression, but in fact his heart was already surging... Pride mixed with more complex emotions made him secretly clench his fists, and he couldn't help but secretly glance sideways at Harvey who was sitting upright in a high-back chair.

"What? Do you remember the first time you led an army into battle?" Harvey felt the burning gaze of his subordinates, tilted his head and chuckled.

Pierce was stunned for a moment, then answered subconsciously, "I remember the first time I met you. I was illiterate and accidentally broke into your manor in Jackdaw Town, where a wolf spider stabbed me in the leg..."

Reiner, who was standing by, couldn't help but laugh out loud when he heard this.

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Compared to Harvey who was at ease on the podium and the officials and nobles who were like frightened birds, the chief priest Garrett was in a clearly different mood. As a mystic appointed by the Pope, although he had not studied any extraordinary divine arts, his observation skills were far beyond that of ordinary people.

The old priest never expected that Harvey would take the initiative to invite him to attend this strange military parade and live-fire exercise... He had heard in the past that the royal families or fiefdom lords of the southern countries often held public martial arts competitions, mostly recruiting some knights or warriors to fight one-on-one, and selecting the most brave and skilled one to be named "Chief". However, the main purpose was to provide some entertainment for the nobles, and also to show off the lords' military strength to the vassal lower nobles and local people.

But the deafening roar of these magical weapons before their eyes was clearly different from the wooden spears and blunt swords wielded by the knights. From a distance of nearly a kilometer, ordinary mortal soldiers could instantly blast their targets to pieces with the simple manipulation of a single weapon, without even requiring direct contact or the brutal spectacle of bloodshed and flesh flying in close combat.

When it came to the free shooting session, Garrett finally couldn't sit still anymore. He subconsciously stood up and leaned forward slightly, trying desperately to see the specific situation of those weapons.

Such a short interval between casting spells... to be able to carry out continuous attacks... He even watched as a shadow shot out from the muzzle slightly deviated from the predetermined target location due to the angle problem, and almost fell directly on the other side of the glacier river!
The maximum attack range of these magic weapons is not just within a thousand meters, they can even hit targets farther away!

He subconsciously turned his head to look at Harvey who was sitting on the high platform in the middle, and a frightening thought emerged in his mind - this wizard lord entrenched in the north was not a pawn secretly cultivated by the Federation to disrupt the secular kingdom and the church... The fact is probably completely opposite to what they expected. It is this emerging lord of the north who is secretly helping the Federation!
The "Lance of Annihilation" that the Federation deployed in the Demonic Battlefield of the Evil Moon Mountains was a "big killer" that allowed them to completely turn the tide of the battle. In fact, it should have been given to them by the Lord of the Northern Territory, and his territory also possessed many more killer weapons that were far more powerful than the "Lance of Annihilation"!

Amidst his turmoil, he saw the alchemical creation named Asdalen slowly approach him. As if reading his thoughts at a glance, he said quietly, "The range of the magic artillery is more than a thousand meters. This isn't a big secret... Your Majesty simply set the target a little closer to satisfy the audience. After all, any further away would ruin the viewing experience."

The old priest swallowed his saliva and asked in a hoarse voice, "You created this... to deal with the alien enemies from the center of the continent, right?"

Asdalen chuckled and said calmly, "An enemy is an enemy. Nobles who refuse to submit, the church that always secretly troubles us, demons, evil orcs, demon lizardmen... Your Majesty believes that under the gun, all beings who are our enemies are equal."

Garrett gritted his teeth and suddenly said with a bit of discouragement, "This is a genocidal war between two tribes involving life and death. The magical weapons that His Majesty Harvey has before him are far from enough. We must mobilize the entire tribe to fight against it..."

"What do you know?" Asdalen's tone turned contemptuous. "It's not nearly enough. Do you know how many mortals and alchemists are working tirelessly day and night in the Spark City military factories? Do you know how many supporting industries throughout Saint Valen and the North are continuously providing us with raw materials? The production of these epoch-making weapons is a vast and independent system, with over a hundred thousand people carrying out their respective tasks and responsibilities. How could you be so naive as to think that we can only produce these few weapons to deal with all our enemies?"

The old priest was silent for a moment, then looked up at Asdalen and said, "You revealed so many secrets to me without His Majesty's permission. Aren't you worried about being punished later?"

"These are His Majesty's exact words. I'm just a mouthpiece relaying them..." Asdalen shrugged humanely, then leaned over to Garrett's ear and whispered, "His Majesty also said..."

"Both maintain their rule by gathering and motivating the masses... but you rely on illusory gods and beliefs, while we rely on... hope and ideals."

(End of this chapter)