Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

For the magicians belonging to the army, creating more powerful spells has always been the primary issue. After the training of ordinary people with sufficient power, sufficient numbers, and no magic skills, they can quickly get started with weapons. After that, the subject became more urgent.

Especially the operation department magician, the operation department does not produce the destructive effect visible to the naked eye like the reinforcement system and the change system, and manipulating the spirit and body of others is an extremely complicated and slender job. After all, compared with natural phenomena With their own bodies, the human spiritual realm is full of too many uncertain fields, so the quality of the magician is more demanding.

Take for example the "chickworm" that can control corpse combat. This technique can quickly create a team of zombies who are nearly immortal, and can add a lot of value-added companions on the battlefield, but the worms acting as artificial brains have limited intelligence. It is actually the magician who controls the movements and tactics of the body. In order to properly guide these corpse puppets, the operator must be in a position where he can confirm the enemy's situation with the naked eye, and strictly control the number of zombies to avoid the risk of insufficient consciousness redundancy and even collapse caused by a large number of value-added worms.

As a result, this technique can neither allow the caster to hide behind the safe and avoid being hit, and it is difficult to form a sufficient number to break through the enemy formation. Except for dealing with a small number of small enemy forces, it has little practical significance. .

Other similar surgical methods have similar defects: the self-discipline of the surgical method is low, the conscious capacity is consumed too much, and the operator is required to be too high. In the end, except for torture and special tasks, the operation magician is almost useless.

As a high priest who is proficient in the operation system, Shulijin was quite dissatisfied with it, but when the advent of guns and gunpowder had a huge impact on many magicians, he and the Principality's secret magic development agency "Black Centurion" His colleagues saw the opportunity to operate the system.

At the beginning, they tried to develop a technique to inspire the spirit of soldiers and increase the hit rate of the shooting, but in the face of the faster and more practical methamphetamine, the slow and refreshing technique was quickly defeated. Then they tried to develop a suggestion technique. The captives can be turned into automatic shooting devices until they are exhausted or killed by their compatriots, and they have achieved certain success: the captives implanted in their brains can be arranged in a neat queue, orderly and orderly under the rain of gunfire Alternating shooting, the movement is standard and fast. Even if the same movement is performed for a long time, the rate of fire will not decrease due to fatigue, but there is a problem that seriously hinders the practicality of this technique.

Hit rate. It's too low.

Regardless of whether a smoothbore or rifle is used, the bullets that fly out are almost doing Brownian motion, and there is almost no rake paper. The officer who participated in the experiment described it as: "Aim your head, but you can beat your eggs."

Of course, these puppet soldiers who do not have the concept of "aiming" in their minds have a long way to go before they can enter the battlefield.

For a while, the research seemed to have entered a dead end. Just when Shulijin was so depressed about it, an unexpected visitor found him.

Special Representative of V.E in St. Petersburg, Walter Friedrich Schulenburg.

"Please don't show that surprised expression, Master Priest."

In the St. Petersburg social circle, there are many rumors of Playboy saying that the face with a smile is like a little fox.

"We have also heard about the research of the Principality and the technical difficulties encountered by your Excellency. We also have an understanding. So—"

The little fox's face came up, and he invited with a tingling voice:

"Would you like to cooperate with us?"

After pondering for a while, both hands were held together.

Recalling that this is the end, the bitterness along the way faded away, replaced by an upsurge that was about to grab success.

"Your Mightiness."

A priest came forward to report.

"All 50 are ready."

"Oh, very good."

Shulijin turned his head and gazed with satisfaction at his "masterpiece"-50 human children standing and crying. They look different. The language used is also different, but they are standing still. The black priest was allowed to tie the two can-shaped gadgets to his body without any resistance, not even lifting his hands to wipe the tears.

The situation is really weird.

The new soldiers in the same trench from time to time cast a rush to this side, the weeping of the children made them upset, and the strange behavior of the priests even made them care. But soon, the roar of the white soldiers and the lead shot hitting the edge of the trench pulled their attention back.

Shulijin scorned his lips contemptuously. The offenses of the gray animals made him a little unhappy, but they defended the principality by their efforts. Moreover, after seeing his masterpiece, these stupid soldiers will naturally understand their genius and greatness.

Looking at the "agents", Shu Lijin smiled contentedly.

In front of them, these children are not even a teenager. Most are children, and look innocent and harmless. But after implanting the "loopworm", it is no longer harmless.

Although this kind of magical creature obtained through "technical assistance" failed to deal with the "IQ" problem of traditional spells, there is an advantage that other operating spells can't match-this kind of bug can be conscious in the subject of the operation. Parasitic on the cervical spine, instead of the brain to control the body. Although it can only control the body to perform simple movements, for a bomb vehicle, as long as it can run.

Fifty children lined up in the trench, each of them was tied with two sets of bombs codenamed "Key of Paradise", a full 9 kg of explosives, plus thousands of nails and steel **** sandwiched between the explosives and the shell will give humans We leave memories for life.

Of course, as the creator of this tactic and related magic spells, Shulijin Priest will also leave a heavy stroke in history.

"I am a hero of the Principality, and I will go down in history."

He thought proudly, raised his hand and waved it down vigorously.

The bomb fuse on the two commandos was ignited, the priests began to chant the spell, the screaming child climbed out of the trench, and the uncontrolled body rushed towards the white wall at full speed.

Due to the height and the cover of the smoke, until the child rushed to the front, the human soldier did not understand what was happening. Some soldiers instinctively aimed their guns, but after seeing the human child. Their fingers froze.

After a second, a **** fell over in a bang.

"What happened?!"

Lieutenant Petofi shouted loudly. After the loud noise, the entire battlefield stopped. Both the enemy and the enemy stopped shooting and shouting at the same time. Both sides looked at the direction of the black smoke. After a while, screams and screams spread on the battlefield.

"What happened? Answer me quickly!"

The little second lieutenant grabbed a soldier who blocked his view. Shouted loudly.

"Sir, those hairy hybrids..."

The soldier's face was pale, and Wei's trembling fingers pointed to the soldiers screaming in front of him. After seeing the soldiers' faces, the lieutenant's face also turned white.

It is a nail.

Every casualty who kept wailing and rolling had rusty, strangely shaped iron nails on his face, and more than one.

In the front. The situation is even more terrifying, like being hit by a large-caliber shell, dozens of soldiers are lying on the ground, some people are screaming or "　", more people are motionless, as if they have been recruited by the mother god, There are a lot of fragments that are like a part of the human body and are scattered on the ground.

"Damn it. What the **** did the kings use?"

The second lieutenant mumbled, although he had also witnessed the explosion of large-caliber shells, but it was not as tragic as before, so that even the bear in the trench and his soldiers were stunned, and even forgot to shoot and charge, but if It’s not shelling, what is it—

While he was thinking about this issue, a cry of children caught his attention.

"Woo... Dad... Mom... Save me..."

The desperate crown led the dialect into the soldiers' ears. They inspired their noble desire to protect, but when they turned their heads along with their voices, uncontrolled fear and anger ruled these brave people.

The boy was running towards them with all his strength. He was tied with two things like canned lunch meat, and he was snorting green smoke...

bomb!

The grenadiers immediately thought of the answer and understood what had happened just now, almost immediately. They raised their rifles and aimed at the boy, but when they listened to the childish and desperate face, listening to the familiar folk sound, they couldn't make any effort to catch the trigger finger.

"shot!"

Lieutenant Petofi roared in tears. Exhausted all his energy and shouted:

"Do you want to die here?"

The second lieutenant has fully understood the enemy's intentions: using the operating system to control the human child to launch a suicide attack, using the hesitant gaps of the soldiers, let them burst into the array to detonate, so as to achieve the maximum killing effect.

The second lieutenant is not a killer, but now he wants to chop the scum that came up with this evil tactic into pieces, he has no choice but to urge his soldiers to do a meeting Things that make them regret for life.

"Shoot! Shoot quickly!"

The second lieutenant urged the soldiers, and the soldiers who had come to the mind put a childish face into the front sight, clenched their teeth, and began to force their fingers--

Facts have proved that they really underestimated the evil degree of their opponents.

Almost at the same moment when the soldiers were aiming, a row of dazzling flashes burst out on the Principality's position. Under the interference of the flash technique, the bullets were mostly empty, and only a few hit the target, with the injured body and the last The two children crashed into the crowd with one head, and then they exploded in a "boom".

Fear eroded the soul of every soldier. When more children crawled out of the trench, some soldiers finally collapsed. They turned and fled towards the position. Only a few moments, more soldiers joined their ranks, and then The living officers also joined the retreating torrent.

They had only one thought in their minds, and escaped the **** with the fastest speed.

The speed at which an adult bursts out of full force cannot be caught by a child with a bomb attached, but no matter how fast they run, they cannot run faster than bullets.

"Shoot! Kill all hairless monkeys!"

The Principality military officers waved their pistols, and the soldiers who woke up in dreams quickly fired several rounds of volleys.

After losing dozens of comrades-in-arms again, the team finally left the position of the Duchy, but this does not mean safety.

They just stepped from one **** to another. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"Continue to attack! In the name of the goddess and the king, the soldiers, bravely move forward, not allowed to retreat! The holy motherland does not need cowards..."

The commander of the Overwatch screamed in the throat. Eventually, he realized that language could not stop the retreat, so he turned the warning into reality.

"Fire!"

For the Albion soldiers who served as the war squadron, this was a chore that made them feel depressed, but there was no hesitation in the execution.

Gunshots sounded one after another, looking at fewer and fewer white soldiers, Shulijin nodded in satisfaction, the attendant on the side handed the dinner plate, the silver spoon brought the dessert into the mouth, and the victory pudding spread on the tip of the tongue.

"Today is really a good day for death."

The high priest said lightly. Zaitsev, who was not far away, could no longer bear it, and turned to spit out all the food in his stomach pouch. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Please read it for mobile users.)