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Chapter 185 Times Have Changed, But It Has Changed Back Again (33)

Can the bullets of ordinary firearms be compared with the giant clam water bullets that can easily penetrate the reef and smash the steel stone trees that are nearly half a meter thick?

Of course not.

The ordinary gunpowder weapons currently in service on Terra have a muzzle velocity about three times the speed of sound and a kinetic energy of about [-] joules. It is not a problem to hit people, and it is also no problem to hit ordinary steel armor. A legacy of pre-epoch technology from the era, indeed useless.

Even, because of the excellent physique and material science and technology of the Terra people, it can be made thicker, and the "alloy heavy armor" weighing two to three hundred pounds can easily block ordinary bullets. Only the special firearms of the alchemy charging module can pry open these real iron cans whose armor thickness is measured in centimeters.

In other words, ordinary firearms can't even break through the source material sand armor on the outer layer of Ian's skin, making it difficult for him to break through the skin.

But the boy didn't intend to deal with these natives this time, so he used his 'hole card'.

So he just dodges.

Bang bang bang! !

More than a dozen firearms fired in unison.

Ordinary humans are naturally unable to dodge bullets - their dynamic vision can't see bullets, let alone control their bodies to dodge.

However, not to mention that Ian has a silver chip to enhance his all-round perception and provide an unbelievable speed of nerve signal transmission... It is not difficult to avoid the suppression of a few guns just by relying on the basic quality of the first-level sublimator.

Even, because of Hilliard's training back then, the boy felt that he could close his eyes and rely on pure essence perception to escape.

In Ian's brain, all the muzzles of the guns aimed at him stretched out in straight lines, and there was also a possible spread range.More than a dozen guns form a net, and each net wire will expand, which is the theoretical error of stray bullets caused by muzzle vibration.

And this network is full of mistakes and omissions.

The moment the aborigines raised their guns and pointed them at them, the young man had already taken a step. His speed could reach 50 meters per second, and in an instant he had rushed into the close proximity of the aborigines with guns on the left.

Those natives who aimed at him from dozens of meters away thought they were safe, but in fact, they were within easy reach for the ascensionists!

This abnormal sense of distance is one of the reasons why it is difficult for ordinary people to fight against sublimators.

The bullets staggered behind him, and the sound of concussion was still chasing the bullet itself, but Ian had already raised his sword and chopped it down.

Swords are more suitable for stabbing, killing enemies with extremely aggressive penetrating power, and only knives can chop... But for ordinary people without armor, even the natives whose skin is as tough as tree bark can only Easily split by steel artifacts.

What's more, the speed at which Ian swings the sword, with the strength of his whole body, is so fast that only a circle of diffused sword light can be seen.

puff!
Just an arc-like sword light swept across, and the heads, shoulders and waists of the three aborigines were cut off by a slanting cold light.

Before they realized it, their heads and bodies had been separated from their lower bodies.

When a wave of blood splashed on the faces of other surrounding natives, it took them a while before they realized in astonishment that their target had broken into them.

"Don't worry about each other, shoot!"

The leader immediately issued an order to prevent their elite team from being defeated by Ian one by one because they were worried about their teammates, but the end result of his order was to be targeted by Ian, and the white phantom pounced on him at a speed faster than the sharp-clawed tiger Come.

Bang bang bang! ! !
The native squad fired with all their strength, without any regard for their captain, and began to shoot continuously.

In an instant, when Ian pierced the captain's head with a sword, and the huge force completely shattered his head, dozens of bullets were already in the air, shooting towards his whole body.

But how could this hurt a Wavesinger who had honed his skills for four years?
Long before he swung his sword, Ian had already recited words, and the water and mud flowing in the foggy forest rose into the air, turning into a muddy shield behind him, constantly oscillating and rotating.

The bullets flying like raindrops fell into the mud shield, and were immediately distorted by a huge force of rotation and vibration. Although the temporary mud shield was quickly consumed and collapsed by a large number of bullets, it also Gained time for Ian to move around.

Taking advantage of this moment, Ian's figure disappeared from the eyes of these natives again.

"Above! He's in the canopy!"

A keen hunter noticed Ian's movements, but it was too late - Ian swung his blade and jumped down from the branches of the jungle. He was like a gust of wind wrapped in countless blades, blowing to which side , which side will be torn apart.

Blood spattered, but there was no howling or screaming.

These natives who are proficient in using firearms are obviously the elite of the elite. If they fight head-on in an open plain area, or conduct a long-distance ambush when Ian is not paying attention, they will definitely pose a threat to him... But here It's the woods.

It is the dominant area of ​​'natives', not the dominant area of ​​'gunners'.

The assistance and training they received in the past four years has enabled some elite indigenous people to quickly achieve firearm combat capabilities, but they still follow the teachings of their ancestors, which creates conflicts.

And Ian Chance.

"emission!"

A few natives at the back never fired and hid aside. The firearms in their hands were much larger and bulkier than ordinary gunpowder firearms.

But when they finally locked on to Ian, they saw Ian throwing the sword out of his hand, the sharp sword light pierced through one, and the body smashed into the other.

The third sparked the alchemy firecracker, and immediately, with the igniting of the pan-crystal powder, the super-high-speed bullet wrapped around the lightning shredded the air like a real lightning, and shot straight towards the boy's heart.

This is an alchemy bullet that can penetrate five centimeters of super-heavy armor, and even a part of the weak point of the armor can be blasted at a short distance. It is absolutely impossible for ordinary first-level sublimators to block this small shell.

But Ian could stop it.It's just that he doesn't need to block it.

Although throwing the sword made him stiff, sublimated people didn't need to follow the behavior of ordinary people.

"left."

Before the hunter pulled the trigger, Ian had already spoken the words, and the water in the high-pressure water gun on his waist obeyed the command of the wavesinger and moved directly to the left.

This force pulled the momentarily stiff body of the young man, dodging the flying alchemy bullet—and the bullet flew to the extreme distance and hit a big tree, causing sawdust to fly and the hole to open wide.

The alchemy firearm missed this point, causing all the natives to fall into despair... because Ian drew his sword from the corpse of the native who fell to the ground after heaving a sigh of relief, and started a new round of killing.

The sword light was like an afterimage, and the blood splashed like raindrops.

In just a few breaths, Ian had already killed all the remaining natives who dared to fight back with guns.

The times have indeed changed, but not completely - the existence of sublimators and the technology of the pre-Tara era have indeed brought the offensive and defensive of guns and armor into a field that the earth's technology and needs cannot imagine.

But as the crystallization of the true 'highest technology' at present, the existence of sublimators, even the first energy level, is still more powerful than these firearms that are not too beyond imagination.

not to mention……

And the native hunter who has fled...

Ian took out the high-pressure water gun from his waist.

"Boost, launch."

He said calmly, infuse the source quality, and then the water flow began to move rapidly, the cylinder-shaped gun body was pressurized, and then shot a straight water flow, as powerful as a flying arrow.

The colorless water flowed through the human body, and when it broke through the body again, it turned red.

——What's more, who said that sublimated people can't use guns?
The incoming native squad was wiped out... and maybe the scouts watching from afar, but that was a trivial matter.

"The sword is broken. My skills are not good enough. I can't cut people like a butcher, and kill people without losing the sword."

Among the torn wreckage and blood, the boy raised his sword.

Ian stared at the fine iron long sword that had been seriously worn out and its body was a little bent. He shook his head slightly, then straightened it, and retracted the scabbard: "Change it, and leave it to Elan for sword swing training. It can save money. Save it."

Alchemy and inscription experiments are already enough money. Although he has money, good steel needs to be spent on the blade.

Until now, Ian still has not closed the vision horizon.

the reason is simple.

He raised his head and looked towards the woods on the other side: "Finished? You can come out now. I know you want to help me, but you don't need to."

And following Ian's gaze, several figures could be seen walking out of the shadows in the forest.

The leader is the blond-haired green-eyed boy with an incredulous staring expression, and even a little dazed.

(End of this chapter)