In the free wizarding world, gun battles happen every day

The steel slaves struggled to stand up, but the green acid activated by Weston's acid-property shotgun began to corrode their metal parts.

Having lost the bones in flesh and blood and the support of steel structures, the steel slaves turned into two balls of flesh and mud, paralyzed on the ground, dead and unable to die.

"Sophie, your bones don't seem to work well against these steel slaves."

Weston looked back at Sophie with a mocking smile.

"A quick victory, the Steel Slave reinforcements will arrive soon."

While Sophie was urging Weston, the bone arrows around her kept flying out, landing in the formation of steel slaves in the distance.

"Not a chance."

Weston handed over the shotgun with acid properties to his right hand, pulled out a whiteboard pistol with a large magazine capacity in his left hand, and launched a suppressive shooting skill against the pressure-packed team of steel slaves in front of him.

The intensive suppressive firepower made the Steel Slaves look like pedestrians riding bicycles against the strong wind.

The suppressive effect of suppressing witchcraft makes the Steel Slave's steps difficult.

However, the steel slaves who rigidly carried out the formation process, after one person was slowed down by the suppression effect, the others immediately slowed down and walked forward slowly.

However, they themselves slowed down, Weston and Sophie would not slow down their attack speed.

After Sophie fired a round of bone arrows, she faced the long-range attack firepower coming from the Steel Slave team.

When he came, he mobilized the skeletal rings around his body and condensed a piece of bone shield to block the front, helping Weston and himself to block the steel slave's shooting.

Weston threw away the acid shotgun with which he had emptied the magazine, took out his Panfire-powered crossbow, knelt down on one knee and raised the gun to aim.

From a distance of more than ten meters, the faces of the steel slaves in the steel slave team were clearly visible in Weston's gaze through the sniper scope.

These steel slaves have dull and cold faces, like inferior dolls, and the green smoke of acid corroding the body is constantly rising from their bodies.

However, the pain, which is enough to make ordinary people scream and wail, cannot bring any change in expression on the faces of these steel slaves, which are like inferior dolls.

Their brains have been completely formatted, and they have long forgotten all their past as humans.

It became a flesh-and-blood puppet that was more rigid and mechanical than a mechanical puppet.

Weston steadily put the sniper scope on a steel slave's head and pulled the trigger.

In the short distance of ten meters, there was no need to make any adjustments. The powered crossbow bolt inspired by Weston accurately penetrated the steel slave's head.

When the steel slave fell down and disappeared from the sniper scope.

Weston had already moved the sniper scope and put another steel slave into the sniper scope.

When the Steel Slave team got rid of the restrictions of suppressing witchcraft and reached Weston, Weston had already emptied the ammunition of Pan Huo's crossbow.

The power crossbow, which was completely out of ammunition, was thrown aside by Weston like trash.

"Fall back, my bone shield can't stop such intensive melee damage."

Looking at the remaining four or five steel slaves, Weston was not afraid of the various sharp blades thrust at him.

He pulled an automatic rifle from his back and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

One short burst after another, the bullets pushed by witchcraft and magic energy gunpowder almost flew out of the muzzle and crashed into the steel slave's head.

The exploding heads are like blooming mandala flowers, bringing the last bright red touch of death.

Sophie, who was behind Weston, looked at Weston who refused to take a step back. She couldn't believe that the person standing in front of her was a first-level wizard.

After spending more than two years at the bottom of this mechanical wizard tower city, Shafie is somewhat familiar with the mechanical wizards.

The first-level mechanical wizards, like their first-level necromancers, are limited by their weak witchcraft power and do not have many attack skills.

Mecha-style mechanical wizards cannot drive large-scale mechas. The most they can do is drive an exoskeleton powered auxiliary armor on their body, or install a micro-mecha glove on their hands.

The same is true for the mechanic stream. Anyone who can knock out a turret or drive a mechanical slave is an elite.

The only first-level magic gunner-style mechanical wizard with good combat effectiveness, but because of his limited magic power, it is difficult to sustain his shooting firepower.

There will always be gaps in firepower, giving the enemy room to rush in and kill.

It is precisely because in the first-order period, the strength of wizards of various departments is weak.

That's why there are various secret realm dungeons with extremely low difficulty for first-level combat wizards to adapt and hone their combat abilities without causing too many casualties.

But just like himself, the gunman in front of him who can show his prominence in the battle royale competition cannot be compared with ordinary people.

This Weston first used suppressed shooting and fired thirty or forty shots, and then immediately switched to the power crossbow for precise sniping.

After that, when faced with the Steel Slave team that is approaching, you can also switch to the automatic rifle and perform a point-and-shoot kill.

His firepower output capability far exceeds that of a squad of gunmen.

Among the first-level gunners, those with enough witchcraft power to be able to complete the suppressive shooting skills are considered excellent.

And the witchcraft power of the man in front of me was not comparable to even his own.

Of course, Sophie didn't know that Weston's strong witchcraft power was not only due to his unremitting meditation practice, but also due to the bonus of plug-ins.

Every time Weston's Borderlands Gunslinger level increases, Weston's body and soul will be comprehensively strengthened.

In the game, this kind of increase is only reflected in the increase in the upper limit of blood volume, but in the reality of the wizarding world, it is another powerful manifestation.

At the current stage when Weston is still a weak first-order rookie, this kind of increase is not obvious yet.

In the later stages, every time Weston's level increases, the changes will be earth-shaking changes.

Weston struggled to get a few bloody marks on his arms by the steel slaves. The muzzle of the rifle was pressed against the head of the last steel slave, blasting his formatted brain with bullets.

These machine slaves are indeed as Shafei said, fearless of death and devoid of human fear.

Despite Weston's intensive firepower, they didn't hesitate even if they were the last one left to rush to Weston.

The last steel slave stabbed Weston's arm with a weapon like a three-pronged fork. Weston did not retreat and blasted the guy's head with the steel fork.

Weston pulled out the steel fork stuck in his arm and threw it aside.

He took out a healing bandage from his pocket, wrapped it around his arm, and said to Sophie behind him.

"Go to the warehouse and see if there is a key."

Sophie glanced at Weston who was bandaged on the spot and asked doubtfully.

"If you don't go with me, what if it's the key and I run away with the key?"