Chapter 366 Firepower, justice!

Firepower has been a favorite of people since ancient times.

Since the advent of the first long-range weapon of mankind, stones, humans have begun to increase their firepower almost madly. From stones to sharp-grinding stones, from stones to bamboo poles, to javelins, bows, crossbows, and finally the brilliant peace messenger in the history of human wars - firearms.

In fact, after a long period of development, the meaning of firearms has become very broad. The gun that originally needed to load projectiles and gunpowder was a firearm, and the leverage rifle was a firearm, and the bolt-action rifle followed closely, followed by a fully automatic weapon. But in the whole world, without gunpowder, the definition range of firearms in Zhou Li's eyes can be slightly wider.

For example, the official name is "Light of Peace", and the magic-powered mortar in Zhou Li's mouth is also considered a firearm.

When magic and firearms intertwined, at this moment, the entire Mosk was shocked. In the physical sense.

The magic mortar was activated, and the mortar shell engraved with the Hellfire Magic Array was projected onto the barrier, and it roared instantly as the fuse disappeared. The impact of this shot was no less than the full-strength attack of a golden pro. At this time, one hundred mortars were bombing the magic dam with all fire. At this time, Evan understood Zhou Li's good intentions to cover his ears.

Are you Magnans so fun?!

Seeing the scene of heaven and earth killing in front of him, Evan was a little confused for a moment. Helining handed over the state affairs to him in the previous acting, but Evan did not watch it. He was very surprised when he learned that the two legions of Storm and Drizzle had been defeated by Zhou Li, because at that time, Tia's report was "the camp was destroyed and completely defeated."

Since the establishment of the two elite legions of Tarik, Storm and Drizzle, there has been almost no concept of failure. The only defeat in the battle was to face the void, but it also played an astonishing battle loss ratio of 2 to 1. You should know that in Magnum, the battle loss ratio of other legions except the Guardian Shield was as high as 30 to 1, which was equivalent to barely killing a void monster with the lives of thirty soldiers.

Therefore, after learning the news of the complete defeat, Evan was very shocked. But later, under the description of Tia and Loka, he roughly understood the cause of defeat, which was nothing more than information gap and contempt for the enemy. As for Tia's "continuous artillery fire", he didn't take it too seriously. After all, Tarik had his own mage army, and he could multiply the power of the glory crystal.

but.

Evan stared at the shelling that was as powerful as his mage legion, and his mind was full of thoughts. Although their mage legion could even surpass the power of the cannon in front of him, he would definitely not be able to shoot with such accurate and continuous shooting. The mage legion is also human, and they need to communicate with elements. If they are not lucky enough to encounter foreign elements, they will easily cause dialect problems. Although spells can still be released, they will definitely require a long time to accumulate energy.

However, mortars are not needed.

It only requires a simple loading and firing to complete a fire suppression. There is no need to communicate with elements, nor does it need to mobilize the magic power in the body. It is so simple, so fast and so easy.

Evan looked at the Hellfire Mortar that was constantly firing in front of him, and only this perfect creature was left in his eyes. But soon, a thought flashed through his mind, and a thought that made him feel a little scared appeared.

Why, Tarik can't use these things?

Of course Evan knew who had forbidden the study of this magic weapon. He knew even more how many geniuses in his country were mediocre in studying how to compress magic energy to a smaller extent.

He dared not say it, nor could he say it.

"One volley, let it go!"

Accompanied by Zhou Li's command, another round of shells descended on the barrier. At this time, the barrier was no longer as endless and without any waves as before. At this time, several cracks had appeared faintly on the green curtain, and strange light was shining in the cracks, which foreshadowed the collapse of the barrier.

Zhou Li was not vague and grabbed the hand of Aluma on the side. The black mist rose into the air. At this time, the black mist was hanging his arms, a little drowsy, as if he had just woken up. She glanced at Zhou Li, then floated to the barrier, stretched out her hand, and gently touched the barrier.

It's almost broken.

“Replace equipment.”

Under Zhou Li's order, the soldiers of the Guardian Shield acted quickly, folding the mortar and hanging it on their tactical backpack. Then they unfolded the rotary machine gun embedded in the armor behind them and lifted it in their left hand. The right hand stood the flashing giant shield on their side, ready to wait for call.

The Second Legion soldiers lurking in the shadows were ready, with the shoddy but durable Magnan magic rifle from Magnan holding tightly in their hands. A standard grenade strap was hung on their waists, while an emergency 50-caliber Hellfire launcher was inserted in front of their chests. Of course, the Second Legion was the Iron Curtain device that could be activated at any time on the back of their hands.

The Iron Curtain device is a medical technology of Tarik. Its main function is to cover the target in an Iron Curtain. The Iron Curtain will help the target block damage and restore physical strength and ability. This Iron Curtain device was originally equipped to medical teams on the battlefield to treat the wounded. However, under Zhou Li's development, this thing successfully joined the Second Legion as an important control skill.

The specific way to use is to cover the other party in the iron curtain, then place half a kilogram of grenades and two kilograms of landmines beside the other party, and finally lift the iron curtain and open the other party's heart.

Zhou Li looked at the cracked barrier in front of him and stretched out his hand. The power of disaster slowly gathered in the palm of his hand. Zhou Li turned his head and suddenly burst out with dazzling fire in his black eyes.

Normally, it takes at least a thousand disaster power to summon the roaring and explosion. But now, since Zhou Li has been a man for several days, his disaster power is now in a stage of lack of poverty, only one hundred.

But, can this stump Zhou Li?

When he began to use the roaring sound and felt that the power of disaster in his body issued a warning for arrears, Zhou Li immediately took advantage of this subtle connection and said to the roaring god far away in the Kingdom of God:

"Brother, borrow some."

What's even more terrible is that the God of Booming replied.

"That's all, there's no more."

The purple power of disaster appeared on Zhou Li's fingertips. The next second, the purple turned into a hot fire. However, this flame did not gradually become a red flame like the heavenly punishment as everyone imagined. Instead, it slowly stretched forward and finally turned into...

toothpick?

Seeing the "natural disaster toothpick" in his hand that the temperature in his hand far exceeds the core magma, and at the same time, the concentration is vividly reflected in the essence, Zhou Li was silent. At the same time, everyone was silent.

"Shuo Yuba."

After a moment, Zhou Li sighed. Anyway, all he needs is to light a cigarette on this camel that was almost crushed to death by straw, and he doesn't need to use any punishment. Just be smaller.

Under the complicated gaze of everyone, Zhou Li raised the toothpick and then slammed it hard on the barrier. The moment the flame toothpick touched the green barrier, the light came.

A hot and terrifying white light bloomed in front of everyone. Except for Aluma, who was covered by Zhou Li's eyes, the other people who were focused on looking at the toothpicks suddenly shed tears of sadness. They seemed to see their deceased relatives, standing on the Bridge of Death, waving their hands, and enthusiastically invited them to come and play.

However, it was not over.

When the barrier was broken like a glass fragment, a deafening gunfire sounded. As the gunfire sounded, there was also the sound of crystal shattering.

The girl stood in the center of the alley. She had beautiful figures and beautiful appearances. Her white cheeks had wild traces. She held up the magic pistol, a little helper representing Magnan, with a deep black light appearing in her eyes.

Alyosha slowly put down his little helper, behind her were Toreya and Don Quixote with a look of shock. In front of her were a string of six crystal corpses.

What... situation?

Zhou Li claimed that he knew a hundred thousand times a day. This little girl was a pure and simple country girl with excellent academic performance and extremely useful brains. However, due to her background problems, she did not get a good career. She was just an ordinary "scholar" and she had no combat power at all.

But now, the small logistics company she used to be, was standing in the middle of the enemy's corpse with a recoil that could scoop up the spoon, and her eyes were trembling like an evil ghost.

What exactly happened?

Time goes back twenty minutes ago.

"Little helper?"

Looking at the pistol in Don Quixote's hand with beautiful lines and the beauty of technology and heavy industry, a surprised look appeared on the face of Alyosha, the small oil bottle next to him, "Is this the little helper?"

"Magnan Magic High Pressure Maintenance Pistol, First Generation First, No. 1."

Toreya had no intention of hiding her own, nor did she mean to show off. She just told Alyosha clearly the model of the pistol, that's all.

However, in Alyosha's eyes, what Toreya gave Don Quixote was not a pistol, but a city.

Yes, the little helper is worth a city.

But what made Alyosha so excited and surprised was not the value of the pistol, she had no interest in money herself. What really made her so excited was another name for the pistol.

Certificate of death.

This extremely second-middle, and outrageous name was chosen by Alyosha's grandfather Arcod Morgan. Arcod Morgan was the maker of this pistol.

Yes, Alyosha's family did not live a peasant life with peace of mind after fleeing to Magnan. Her grandfather was a war genius in science and technology. The reason why she said this was because her grandfather Arcod's research on magic energy was all about war-related aspects. And the first weapon her genius grandfather invented was this little helper who gathered the achievements of Magnan's technology - the Magnan Magic High-Pressure Maintenance Pistol.

However, for some reason, the pistol was quickly abandoned by Magnan. Alyosha's grandfather also died of an accident. Don't ask, anyway, he accidentally fell over a six-meter-high fence and fell to death. From then on, Alyosha's father forbidden anyone from the family to study magic weapons, including Alyosha. This is why Alyosha's last major in university was resource management, rather than weapon manufacturing.

Because of family reasons, Alyosha knew this little helper pistol very well. Even though it had been destroyed in the long history of Magnum, she still learned all kinds of this pistol in her grandfather's collection of books. The most familiar one is the first little helper, the gun in Don Quixote's hand at this time.

"This is made by my grandfather."

Alyosha looked at the perfectly-shaped pistol, and a trace of obsession flashed in his eyes unconsciously. "I have always been reading photos in books. Now after seeing the real thing, I realize that my grandfather is right."

"This pistol is really the best way to prove death."

"Is this your grandpa made?"

As a military family, Don Quixote also knew about this once glorious weapon. But the background of this weapon has always been a taboo for Magnan. No one knows who made this weapon, nor does anyone know why it was eliminated. Now, Alyosha recognized the pistol and told them the real name of the pistol.

Certificate of death.

“You are using it in the wrong way.”

Subconsciously, Alyosha said, "This pistol can only exert all its power after being injected with professional abilities."

"ah?"

Toreya and Don Quixote were both stunned for a moment. Toreya looked at the pistol and frowned and said, "Mr. III told me that this pistol is a complete firing weapon and cannot be injected into professional abilities."

Looking at Don Quixote's little helper, Alyosha shook his head and corrected: "This weapon is not completely incapable of using professional abilities. My grandfather designed this pistol based on practicality. Although he also wanted ordinary people to use this weapon, most of the army are professionals after all. Therefore, this gun can remove the key lock points and then inject professional abilities."

"The situation is serious now, how long does it take to unlock key points?"

Don Quixote thought about it and was ready to believe Alyosha once. Now their supplies and resources are not too much, and their physical strength is consumed too much. Even if they use a small helper, they can only fire two shots at most. But if they inject professional abilities as Alyosha said, they can greatly increase damage and reduce consumption. This is also the best choice now.

"I have never been exposed to physical objects, but I have this confidence."

Alyosha looked at Toreya and Don Quixote and said firmly: "I have read my grandfather's manuscript less than 10,000 times, and every part and magic circle on it is engraved in my mind. If you believe me, I can get in touch with the limits of weapons at most two minutes."

"I am a member of the Morgan family, and weapons are always elements that flow in our blood."
Chapter completed!