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Chapter 132 Those who dare to resist, kill without mercy!

Although I haven't seen what the so-called demigod blood god sons and the Nordic giants who claim to be "gods" in the western part of the northern barbarian ruled area look like.

But when Penke saw the "transformation" of the priests of the Rhona tribe, he subconsciously felt that they should be similar to the priests in front of him.

Nearly three meters tall, surrounded by thunder and flames, his gestures are astonishing!

To be honest, this method of communicating with the so-called "God" directly at the cost of life, and borrowing from it, seems to be really convenient and easy to use.

A priest who originally had no power to bind a chicken will become a land god-like existence after borrowing the power of a god.

But right.

This is too harsh.

Every now and then, ten years of lifespan is sacrificed, in exchange for only a temporary increase in strength.

It's no wonder that Huaxia stopped following this path from the pre-Qin era in ancient times, and instead took the path of absorbing the supernatural abilities free from heaven and earth to strengthen its own mana.

Although this may be slow to take effect, it requires long-term boring meditation practice.

Moreover, it is impossible to obtain such a powerful force easily, and there is no quick shortcut to pay attention to every effort and reap.

But this can live a long life!
Peng Zu lived for 700 years!

There is no reason why the more you practice, the shorter your life will be!
Moreover, the various spells of the alchemists are exquisite, no weaker than these priests who open and close!

It's a pity that this kind of Taoist qi refiner who takes the path of self-cultivation has relatively strict requirements for qualifications.

It's not something that any commoner of the Ming Dynasty can cultivate.

Unlike the original path of priests, as long as one is devout enough, it is possible to communicate with the gods and establish a spiritual connection with the gods.

And that "God", as found in the research of Mohists, does not seem to be a "god" with real intelligence, but more like a machine that only follows the exchange of equivalent values ​​without any emotion at all.

Moreover, in the last hundred years, the "divine power" of various gods, whether it is the "Longevity Heaven" believed by the northern barbarians, or the various messy gods believed by these savage tribes, and the gods of the heavens worshiped by the alchemists, seems to have been there all the time. in steady decline.

Rubbing his chin, Penke looked at the dozen or so priests of the Rhona tribe who were like gods descending into the world, wondering in his heart, how many shells would it take to send them to meet the gods?
Five eight-inch guns?
Or ten rounds?

It's okay, not enough!
Each gun has a set of 20 shells, which is definitely enough!
"Let Old Pao Liu do it!"

"Use an eight-inch howitzer, blow it up for me!"

"Such a big living target, if it fails to hit, Liu Laopao's artillery, Qianhu, don't do it, go home and farm!"

As scary as it sounds.

What borrows power from the gods and has the power to destroy everything.

And after "transformation", it really gives people a very shocking impression.

But it's not really invincible.

The Ming army often faced all kinds of strange priests.

Although this is the first time for Penke to see it with his own eyes, he has already systematically learned how to deal with these "transformed" priests in the academy.

Without him, bombard you with a cannon!

There's nothing a cannon can't solve.

If there is, then your equivalent is definitely not big enough!

When the equivalent is large enough, let alone these priests who borrowed power from the gods.

Even if it is a real god, as long as the equivalent is large enough, it is absolutely impossible to be unkillable!
Now Moyuan is almost in a state of bewilderment when it comes to researching large-caliber and powerful shells.

I can't wait to blow up a mountain with one shell!
Penke complained a lot in private.

As far as Moyuan is concerned about researching out powerful shells, I am afraid that nuclear weapons in this world may appear a little earlier.

When Peng Ke gave the order, Liu Chaosheng, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately shouted and directed:
"Adjust the shooting elements!"

"Five rounds of rapid fire!"

"Prepare!"

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

The main gunners sitting on the gun mounts stretched out their hands and turned the turntable in front of them to control the position of the muzzle, and moved the muzzle to aim at the dozen or so priests of the Rhona tribe who rushed into the heavy armor and were attacking the thunder. .

The shells are loaded into the barrel.

"emission!"

Accompanied by Liu Chaosheng's furious roar, twelve [-]-inch shells, dragging a long tail of smoke, shot at the majestic priest of the Rhona tribe at high speed.

A big guy usually means slow moving.

When these priests were raised to a height of more than three meters, their muscles exploded even more than Tyson, although they gained tremendous strength and stronger mana.

But the price of sacrifice is agility, and the movements become clumsy and slow.

It's a can't have both.

In addition, the shells fly very fast, far exceeding the limit of human reaction.

When they saw the roar of the cannon in the distance, and just when they wanted to avoid it, the cannonball hit their chests heavily, and then exploded violently.

"puff--"

It's not at all uncomfortable to be hit by an eight-inch gun abruptly.

The impact and kinetic energy of the shell itself already gave them the feeling of being hit by a mountain in the chest.

Coupled with the subsequent explosive power.

The priests who had been hit by a cannonball all lay back on the ground, their internal organs felt like they had been rubbed, and they spit out a mouthful of blood with tinnitus and dizziness.

However, relying on the magic power that kept wandering in their bodies, they survived, and the wounds they suffered were also recovering under the nourishment of the magic power.

However, Daming's artillery has always won by quantity!
Before they got up on the ground, the second wave of salvo fell.

The priests who had just put their hands on the ground and tried to get up and continue fighting were knocked down again.

"boom--"

"Boom-"

The trauma caused this time was even greater than the first wave.

No matter how easy mana is to use, it takes time to repair the wounds of the body, and it is not possible to be alive and alive with a whiz.

But the artillery of the Ming army can fire a salvo in ten seconds!

The violent explosion and impact caused the brains of these priests who had been subjected to the cannonball to shut down for an instant, like a ravaged little daughter-in-law, lying on the ground, staring at the sky with blank eyes.

Blood flowed from their ears and noses, and gurgles of blood splashed from their mouths.

The belief in the gods is collapsing in my heart at this moment.

The promised power of the gods is invincible?
Why was the technique of invoking God, which was invincible in the past, as long as it is used, it can absolutely sweep and suppress all enemies, but it is useless in front of wise people?
They just had a good time for less than 1 minute.

Just overturned a few heavy armored soldiers!

Why did you fall down again?
This moment, this moment.

The fear of the Ming people even overshadowed their firm belief in the gods.

Eight-inch cannons, like shooting targets, kept falling on them, and then exploded.

The roar of the artillery, the burning sensation caused by the explosion, the tingling sensation in the ears caused by the sound waves, and the pain in the internal organs of the body all reminded them.

The power of the gods is not invincible.

"boom--"

"boom--"

"boom--"

After five salvos.

Every priest of the Rhona tribe was hit by five [-]-inch guns, lying on the ground dying, without any ability to resist.

While dying, they vaguely seemed to hear loud roars from among the enemy troops.

"Army attack!"

"Put down your weapons, those who kneel on the ground, don't die!"

"Those who dare to resist will be killed without mercy!"

(End of this chapter)