Clash of Lords: Civilization Game Comes to Reality

Flame is the first natural miracle that humans have mastered.

The explosion is as brilliant as fireworks.

Flickering.

One hundred 50mm ultra-light mortars, each mortar shell has a charge equivalent to 55 grams of TNT, which is not very powerful.

A total of about five kilograms of explosives.

The only disadvantage is that it has a blast.

It has a lot of blast.

Although the mortar shell itself uses explosion as a killing method, and in order to reduce collateral damage, it uses a bullet-containing warhead, but this means that it does not blast when it explodes.

The steel fragments of the flesh turbine itself, the metal shell of the shell itself, and the air-stabilized glider of the tail vertebrae.

Together, they constitute the blast damage during the explosion, which deflects the explosion shock wave that should have been directed forward.

These fragments will roll in the air because of their aerodynamic shape, and will completely lose their effective killing ability to the human body within a dozen meters.

The resistance of the air is much greater than people think, and the higher the speed, the more so.

The Flesh Turbine resisted the attacking cavalry, stretched out his hands and crossed them to intercept the cavalry that was about to arrive, slowing them down to a level where they could not be captured.

It can start fighting and use its own size and strength advantages to deal with the cavalry that attacked it.

The explosive spear is fatal to medium-sized units, and the fact that a large amount of contact explosives is extremely dangerous to the user also means that it can also exert a deadly explosive power.

The Flesh Turbine, which stood upright, was partially wiped out in the instant of the impact of the cavalry's explosive spear, and the flame ball touched it, and then the destruction rebounded.

A large number of bullets from the explosion began to spread indiscriminately.

The cavalry's charge could not be stopped. After accelerating along the established road, there was no time to deviate. The cavalry's turning required sufficient distance as a buffer to slow down.

The cavalry went straight along this wide road and charged into the explosion.

Then they were swept by the explosion, stopped, and were injured.

It should be like this.

Ji Lin put away the sulfur in his hand and used a simple fire spell to release all the remaining sulfur to complete the cleaning. His eyes fell on the elite blood turbine that exploded.

Continuously, the explosive spears fell on the blood turbine, and the directional explosives instantly wiped out a part of the blood turbine. Then the spreading flames drove the surrounding mortar shells to produce secondary explosions.

No injuries?

These cavalry...these tightly wrapped cavalry, they are not right.

No trooper fell to the ground, and the fully armed troopers were still as calm as when they arrived.

Even though some people had been penetrated by the fragments, Ji Lin watched the flying large pieces of bullets almost cut a trooper's arm in half, but there was no movement at the wound.

If screaming is well-trained, then what kind of training can make people... bleed?

They are just people, and even the horses did not howl because of the bullets flying around, and there was no blood flowing from the cut wounds.

They, maybe they.

The wound will bleed... They will bleed in a large area after being penetrated by bullets like normal people, but some liquids that Ji Lin could not judge will also flow out accordingly.

As for the elite flesh turbine, the dead can die again... He must quickly clean up the scene before these troopers come to their senses.

This is a great opportunity.

If he went head-on, it would be difficult for him to fight against a 50-man shock cavalry.

The cavalry only carried explosive lances and bolt-action rifles specially used for fighting humans.

"Sorry, can I borrow one?"

Ji Lin came down from the pipeline and saw a shop selling glass products. The owner was curled up in the corner and stared at the figure who broke in like a wooden chicken.

He reached out and took away the decorative glass bottle on the table as a temporary storage container.

"I will compensate you."

He had to buy time, collect the remaining resources at the scene, and then start to analyze which one was helpful to his mission and which one was the enemy of his current position.

The worst case scenario... Both represent a disaster.

A technological disaster.

Either one is wrong.

Using the source to pull and capture a drop of their blood that fell on the ground, the extracted blood and fragments began to flow and gather along the cover of the debris on the ground, and fell into Ji Lin's palm and was stored in the glass container he temporarily obtained.

Fragments, blood, nerve bundles.

Falling container.

Living body sampling, hoping that the guy in the Night Crows' equipment workshop can analyze something.

That thing should be considered a living body, right? Ji Lin knew it too well.

He was not an expert in mysticism.

Ji Lin saw that in the remaining ruins of the explosion, there was an abandoned twisted metal strip... The silver-white long metal object was stained with blood and black ash, and was buried in the ruins after the war horse trampled.

Slender metal empty tube.

The people of this world may not know, and they are still very clear about what this creation represents.

He stretched out his hand, and the metal strip and the remaining parts were slowly dragged closer by the source, and the bottom of the metal empty tube was still stained with scrap iron stained with blood and flesh.

That was the radio receiver that was previously wrapped in the body of the elite flesh turbine...Does an experimental 께-type radio receiver exist in this era?

Ji Lin's eyes fell on the leader of the mounted police in the distance. The mounted police dropped their blasting rifles and fell to the ground. They lifted the long rifles on their backs and held them in their hands again.

The mounted policeman holding the reins controlled his horse and turned. The leader's eyes fell on his night crow standing in the shadow.

Why is there a Night Crow here?

Things are getting difficult.

The leader of the mounted police was thinking, and pressed the brass bullets into the chamber of the gun one by one.

The body under the thick police uniform did not waver at all due to the violent action just now, and the silent and hoarse soul was roaring.

Kill him?

놊, kill 놊, if it is other links, they can try 떘, but there are too many people here... and they are in an urban area that is very convenient for escape. They will use the complex terrain to escape and fight in divisions.

Splitting a complete army into multiple team-level conflicts will be beneficial to your own army.

They will hinder themselves, and the horses will become a burden to slow down in front of the human wall. If the opponent just wants to escape, it will be more difficult to catch him... After all, although they plan to create anomalies to get enough corpses to slaughter, ordinary people The body no longer meant anything to them.

The mounted police leader loaded bullets into the gun chamber one after another. The other mounted policemen turned around and looked at each other, waiting for their leader to give action instructions.

Even though the wounds on their bodies were still dripping with dark brown blood, the bodies that had long belonged to humans began to heal the wounds and recover.

‘Click’

The number of bullets that can be held in the magazine has reached the upper limit.

The night crow at the corner had also disappeared on the street, and he found every trace of him.

Then, the scene should still be cleaned up and all the debris on the scene should be recovered.

The fifty-strong mounted police team returned to the scene and formed a circular encirclement to monitor the battlefield that had just been trampled, while the guards responsible for isolating the people hesitantly continued to hold on to their front.

Just standing there is a sufficient deterrent to the mounted police's horses.

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"So, why did you run away with me when I ran away?"

Ji Lin turned around and looked at the old knight riding a rugged and skinny horse next to him, and showed him his shriveled and shy pocket with embarrassment.

"Dear Mr. Crow... I know that your headquarters can accommodate some visitors for temporary residence."

It's definitely better than the hotels in New London.

"So I just need a room to live in... I thought this place where many famous knights were born is a paradise..."

The old knight touched his long white and well-groomed beard, and the long sword hidden in the scabbard trembled.

"That 녦놊 is something I can decide."

Ji Lin glanced at it and put away the bottles and jars and stored them in his system warehouse. Those that could not be stored were wrapped in windbreakers.

"That's what happened."

It was still the Night Crow who was responsible for informing him. He seemed to be the only resident Night Crow in this cold, tomb-shaped building.

"Oh... good... it seems that this city is looking for some trouble for us."

The night crow who was responsible for receiving him touched his chin, but his eyes that were still unscoped still couldn't figure out his emotions.

"We will compare the samples you recovered with the previous ones. It will take a while... Don't worry, we have the most professional inspection experts in New London."

"Do you have a goal?"

He paused and looked at Ji Lin, who turned around and was about to leave.

Ji Lin nodded in response. After going around in a circle, he finally wanted to investigate what happened on the day of the qualitative outbreak in the factory area.

But now at least he has a very clear target for his investigation.

Qualification will be produced out of thin air, and those flesh and blood cores mean that we can trace the source on the path.

The Nightcrow manager withdrew his gaze and focused it on the tall, thin old man holding the thin horse next to the door. The old knight was arranging his armor in an effort to make himself look cleaner.

"Sir Crow, I know your residence will be open to mortals in need of shelter."

The old knight bent slightly and made a salute under Night Crow's oppressive gaze.

"I, Don Quixote, Lord of La Mancha, ask for your assistance and protection until the disaster in this city is over."

The Night Crow manager at the headquarters stood up and waved for Ji Lin to leave first. He placed the collected samples in the archives at the headquarters or took them to the equipment workshop.

"Do you call us crows? There are many rooms in the headquarters. You can choose a suitable room to live in, but we will not be responsible for your safety."

We also don’t have the extra energy and time to protect others.

As for disasters.

"We'll get started..."

The Night Crow manager was thinking about the city's scheduling and personnel allocation.

Abnormal events have occurred more and more frequently recently. He should take a good look at his subordinate's mission execution report.

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"If you're here to get equipment, go get it yourself from the wall."

When Ji Lin found Negus, he found him buried in a pile of metal parts. When he came yesterday, there was no scrap metal as high as the workbench.

The engineer in the maintenance depot just glanced at the visitor and waved him off to choose his own equipment. He didn't want to be disturbed during work.

He continued to bury his head in the work of constructing the passive skeleton armor, using the tools at hand to adjust the rough skeleton.

In just one day, the rough framework of this thing was almost formed, and he completed the assembly and cutting of the product alone.

"Mr. Nicholas Tesla, I am very curious about one thing. You used to work at the New London Engineering Institute."

Ji Lin threw the wreckage of the suspected radio communicator on the table. Even if it had been destroyed in the collision and explosion and had no complete shape, he should be able to recognize what it was.

After all, this was what he turned out of the elite flesh turbine.

The more advanced the product, the easier it is to trace its source, because there are only a few regions that have and have the ability to produce it. As long as he can trace it to an information node, he can follow the clues to find the person behind it.

At least find the right person and ask him clearly.

"Can you tell me what your thesis is in the Industrial Institute and what are the new inventions in the New London Industrial Institute?"

The middle-aged engineer who was buried in the pile of metal materials saw the radio communicator on the table and showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.