Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

The moment Tommy pulled the trigger, the muzzle of the magic machine gun suddenly burst into continuous flames, and the air flow was violently trembling, so Tommy had to rely on the strong physique of a blood warrior to keep his hands steady on the gun.

The magic bullets on the belt were like being pulled, and they were quickly transported to the connection of the gun body. The opening on the other side of the barrel ejected these still smoking bullets one after another, and they fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

A bullet happened to fall at the feet of the guard closest to Tommy. He squatted down in confusion and wanted to pick it up to observe. As soon as his fingers pinched the bullet, he immediately took it back with a cry, and a bloody blister had been burned on his fingertips.

There was only one weapon in the entire test field firing, but the power and momentum were more terrifying than a squad of soldiers firing a volley. The harsh gunshots were not as low as when the magic gun was fired, but more like the explosion of magic shells mixed with dragon rock powder.

Tommy didn't aim at the huge target a hundred meters away, but followed Harvey's instructions and aimed at a pile of sandbags about ten meters ahead, pouring all the bullets like raindrops on them, hitting the sandbags like rags flying around, and the sand inside was boiling as if swept by a strong wind.

Unfortunately, this amazing momentum only lasted less than half a minute. The long bullet bag slid to the end, until the muzzle stopped spitting fire, Tommy still didn't come back to his senses, still sitting behind the machine gun, his fingers still stiffly holding the trigger.

"This... This is too terrible!" The captain of the personal guard, who is a "sharpshooter", murmured.

The guard who picked up the bullets but was burned just now was also confused, "Sir, why didn't these bullets get fired? Instead, they fell out of the barrel?"

Chris glanced at him like he was an idiot and said speechlessly, "What bullets? These are shells! I see you are used to using magic bullets. This kind of fixed ammunition was used to make magic shells before."

Shells? Tommy finally came back to his senses after a long time. After thinking for a moment, he was surprised and said, "Is this thing a split type? The bullet was fired, but the shell was left. Isn't it reusable?"

"See? My captain of the guard is still smart." Harvey smiled with satisfaction, "The bullets made by mixing dragon flame powder and liquid magic energy will completely replace pure magic stone bullets in the future. This can not only ensure the penetration of weapons, but also enhance the diffusion damage ability of bullets."

In the past, when veterans like Tommy used magic guns for training and combat, they often pursued the ultimate aiming accuracy, because the penetration ability of magic stone bullets meant that if they did not directly hit the head or heart, they often could not kill the enemy on the spot.

Many soldiers have experienced the embarrassing situation of shooting through four or five "human-shaped candied haws" with one shot, but the "candied haws" still roared and continued to charge. After all, not everyone is a sharpshooter who can shoot a headshot with one shot. Most soldiers, even if they are fed with sufficient bullets, still cannot achieve 100% accuracy in aiming.

But the new fixed bullets make up for this defect perfectly. Not only does it retain the shooting penetration, but it can also use the super kinetic energy brought by the dragon flame powder to the magic stone bullet to extend the shooting distance. After hitting the target, it can spread and burn the damage in the enemy's body.

After listening to Harvey's explanation, everyone immediately thought of the horrible scene when the artillery team encountered a huge monster in the outpost fortress not long ago. The shell only made a hole as big as a bowl in the opponent's body, but the shell drilled into it and smashed the internal organs into pieces.

Tommy slapped his head and said in annoyance: "Oh no, I didn't have time to count how many bullets I fired just now!"

Chris said proudly, "No need to count, one bullet bag must contain 250 new bullets, there is no interval between shooting, and the whole process lasts half a minute."

Harvey's deputy captain of the guards, Tietou, also stood aside, touching his alchemical saber with some disappointment, and sighed: "Oh, with this terrifying new weapon, we blood warriors simply have no chance to perform in close combat."

Since they were assigned to be responsible for the lord's personal guard like Tommy and others, they not only have to master the aiming and shooting of long guns and revolvers on a daily basis, but also need to practice hard in close combat with cold weapons. After all, bullets will always be empty, and assassins with ill intentions may seize the interval between them changing bullets to threaten the safety of the lord.

"As long as everyone in the guards is equipped with such a machine gun, even if facing a high-level spellcaster, we have the confidence to shoot him into pieces!" Many guards agreed.

"A bunch of idiots!" Chris complained mercilessly, "Do you know how heavy this thing is? I know there are guys among you who have awakened the talent of great strength, but what about the others? Who has the ability to carry a machine gun weighing hundreds of kilograms to accompany the adults?"

This is obviously a standard heavy weapon that is to be popularized and equipped to the entire army, and its function is the same as that of a magic-powered cannon.

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"How far can this thing shoot? Will it be like a magic cannon, where you can't even see the enemy's face clearly, but you have already blown them to pieces..."

Harvey smiled and explained: "That's not the case. The machine gun is definitely not as far-reaching as the cannon. It mainly emphasizes speed and range damage. It is very effective in suppressing the target enemy's group charge. At least it is several times more lethal than your volleys."

Deputy Captain Tietou came up with a shamefaced face and asked in a low voice: "Sir, are the machine gun bullets expensive?"

"Much cheaper than the magic stone bullets that use all liquid magic energy!"

"Then...then I want to try it too!"

After another violent burst of gunfire, Tietou's feet were piled with shiny smoking metal shells. This time he didn't dare to pick them up with his bare hands.

The barrel emitted bursts of white gas, and the front end could even see a hint of dark red when the metal was smelted.

Chris pointed at the red and hot muzzle and reminded: "See? This thing can't be used unlimitedly by you. After every three rounds of shooting, the barrel temperature reaches the limit. At this time, you need to replace the spare barrels and let them cool down in turn, otherwise they will be scrapped directly!"

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No one at the scene spoke up. Everyone was immersed in the shock brought by the new weapon. The expression of the high-level alchemist Benoit, who had been silent, was particularly complicated.

Among those who participated in the weapon experiment today, he was the only "latecomer" who was still a member of the Spellcaster Forum. He was not really Harvey's confidant, but the Lord trusted him so much that he let him watch the entire test process of the new weapon, which made him feel grateful.

But on the other hand, his heart was also filled with indescribable melancholy and loss.

As an alchemist who focused on magic research and experiments, it was okay. High-level spellcasters like the Eye of Illusion and the Astrologer... and Teacher Duncan would probably be more confused after learning about the power of this new weapon.

So what if you are wise and talented? So what if you practice hard for decades to get promoted to a high level? No matter how powerful the original attack technique is, or how agile and nimble the flying skills are, they can't avoid the dense bullets that are difficult to see with the naked eye. If faced with dozens or hundreds of such weapons at the same time, the death web they weave together may tear even the legendary spellcaster to pieces!

Spellcasters have always claimed to pursue the limit of truth and stand at the forefront of knowledge development, but everything now tells Benoit a terrible fact...

It turns out that we have fallen behind this era.