Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 34 [Winster Typewriter]

"Bam—"

……

The sound of targets hitting continued, and it finally stopped after eighteen hits.

This is simply a flurry of attacks.

Velen was surprised at first, but later he became fascinated. What kind of gun was this?

It can actually fire like this.

This is a sheer genius.

He could have boasted about this out loud.

But at this moment he just stood there, looking at the bullet holes and smelling the smoke in a daze.

Even the lingering sound of the bullet shell falling to the ground is so pleasant.

What a nice gun.

Before, Velen didn’t understand why the magazine was made so big. It was obviously very cumbersome to stuff thirty rounds of bullets into it.

Now he understood that this gun could fire continuously like a storm.

He could already imagine how helpless his enemy would be under the suppression of this gun.

Ethan was still not satisfied because the gun was jammed and he didn't have time to fire all thirty bullets.

This may be a problem with workmanship or a problem with design, he is not sure yet.

However, he just thought of one thing, that is, the design of the magazine can be improved. He was negligent in the previous design drawing. He forgot that the submachine gun in his previous life was more of a belt-type wound drum design. This can further increase the loading capacity to 50 or even 100 rounds, and the jam rate seems to be reduced.

Putting down the gun, Ethan felt his palms getting hot. More importantly, he felt his whole body, as well as the 'Name of the True God', seemed to be getting hot as well.

This fever started when he fired the gun. He thought it was an illusion at the time, but now it seems not to be.

"Master, this gun is amazing..."

Velen was finally able to speak. He stepped forward and said.

"There are still many shortcomings. I will draw an improved blueprint and continue to try it out." Ethan returned the gun to Velen.

Velen thought it was already perfect, but since the young master said so, he must have his reasons.

"Master, I think after improvements, this gun can be mass-produced. If we have such a weapon, we will not be afraid of anyone."

"Of course we need mass production. If you have the chance, bring the craftsmen you know to see me. I need enough manpower." Ethan was already thinking about where to place the factory if mass production was to take place. The art factory seemed to be a good choice. There was actually quite a bit of space there.

"By the way, young master, please give this gun a name. This is a great work and will definitely be recorded in the future." Velen was quite excited.

He is a gun lover, and there are only a few things in this world that can excite him.

"Let's call it... Winster Typewriter." Ethan thought about it and suddenly showed a playful smile.

"Winster Typewriter, what a good name, very appropriate." Weilun thought of the clicking sound like a typewriter when Ethan typed continuously just now.

It was after he said this name that Ethan suddenly felt the vibration of the "name of the true God" become even stronger. He even had the same feeling of being tipsy as when he killed Joan.

He couldn't help but cover his forehead.

Anya noticed Ethan's abnormality immediately, and quickly stepped forward to support him, asking, "Master, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'm a little tired, take me home."

After hearing this, Velen hurried over to support Ethan, and the two of them helped him into the car.

In the car, the feeling of being tipsy became even stronger. He leaned back on the seat, feeling dazed and as if sinking into the deep sea again.

He saw the words "True God's Name." Like a twig sprouting, a new part sprouted from its dark, dark body. This part extended downward like a vine, eventually wriggling to form a new line of characters. It was equally obscure and complex, difficult to understand, but Ethan naturally understood its meaning.

The master of guns and bullets.

After the font took shape, it stopped wriggling and turned into a deep iron gray, the same color as guns and bullets.

Ethan also woke up instantly.

The night outside the window was also moving, and we had not yet reached the manor.

He took a deep breath and called out the 'name of the true God'.

Sure enough, just below the deep dark purple text "The Initiator and Protector of Violence" was a branch-like connection and a line of new iron-gray text "The Master of Guns and Bullets".

How is this going?

It was because he designed that submachine gun, successfully trial-produced it, and finally named it, so he got a new real name?
Or is this not really a new true name, but merely a subordinate authority under his title of 'Instigator and Protector of Violence'?

After all, from the perspective he could see, the 'initiator and protector of violence' still occupied the largest space, and the 'master of guns and bullets' only existed as a branch and appendage, and still seemed very small.

But the change has already occurred. He can feel the presence of the gun on his body, and the presence of Anya's pistol on her body, and he also knows that her gun is fully loaded.

"Anya, do you feel anything?"

As a subordinate True Name holder of his 'True God's Name', Anya should be able to sense the changes in her main body.

"What?" Anya was a little confused, but she quickly said, "It seems... my shooting skills have improved. I don't know why..."

That's it.

This is a consequential change.

"We'll talk about it when we go home first."

Other changes will require further experiments to find out.

Klaus's spear sped like lightning and soon arrived at the Pauletta Manor.

Ethan and Anya came to the basement of the manor.

Similar to the Velen Tavern, there is also a shooting range in the basement of the Pauletta Manor where you can practice shooting, but there are not as many guns as in Velen.

Ethan stood in front of the target, thinking about his new authority. He did not pull out the gun, but asked Anya to pull out the gun.

"Shoot, concentrate."

"Yes." Anya held her breath, then fired.

With a 'bang', Anya missed the target and missed it.

This surprised even Anya herself.

She couldn't help but glance at the gun in her hand.

"Don't worry, it's not your problem, it's my problem." Ethan gave an order at the moment Anya fired the gun. Anya's shot missed the target.

In the end, Anya really missed.

Anya is also a True Name holder, and the power of this newfound authority is much stronger than Ethan imagined.

"Keep shooting, one more time."

Ethan thought of another experiment and asked Anya to do it again.

Although Anya's previous shot missed the target and had some impact, she still fired the second shot without hesitation.