Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 592: Perfecto's Cannon
On the battlefield, Sandrion was cooperating with Alulu, constantly summoning various puppets to attack the male and female combination in front of them.

Most of these puppets looked like they were improvised, and many were simply a pile of stones, with no specific shape visible at all.

But each of these puppets possesses quite amazing power.

Some were like magic turrets, constantly firing various magic spells at the male and female spirits; some were more like battering rams, although their movements were slow, every blow made the opponent take it seriously; and some puppets were simply catapults, constantly collecting broken building debris from around the battlefield and throwing them at the male and female spirits...

Although the lethality of these attacks is not good, with the support of the divine puppet Aluru, these puppets' attacks can always produce unexpected effects.

For example, when the opponent's attention is distracted by Alulu, a powerful punch will immediately come from the side. If the opponent does not pay attention to defense, he will easily be hit by this punch.

If the opponent dodges the punch, the magical stone will hit their head again.

Although it seemed that the male of the two could almost ignore the injuries, the woman on top of the man's head obviously did not have this ability. Even if it was just a scratch from a stone, she had to use some of her strength to heal it in order to recover.

"Weird, isn't this woman a deity?" Sandryong was a little confused at this moment, but had to admit that the other party did withstand her attacks with ease, but she was still injured when she was attacked.

Seeing this scene, Sandryong immediately wanted to take advantage of it. Not to mention to hit or even seriously injure the opponent, but at least to anger the opponent.

After all, compared to the man who seems to be immune to injury, this woman who is vulnerable seems to be easier to deal with.

So Sandrion changed the type of creature he summoned, from a catapult to a crossbow, and he also continuously fired crossbow arrows at the woman in the male and female group.

Although she missed many of her shots, the woman soon had to cope with Sandrion's improved crossbow.

After all, the woman would be hurt, and Sandrion's attack was not intended to cause much damage, but only to hit the opponent.

This undoubtedly forced the woman to focus more on resisting the attacks.

Seeing that her strategy was effective, Sandryong felt encouraged. However, just as she was trying to expand her victory, the Claw Wolf suddenly grabbed the bodies of two dead purple giants on the ground and threw them to a location outside the battlefield.

And the voice of Perfecto was heard from the Claw Wolf: "Sandrion, just hold them back, and leave the rest to me!"

After hearing Perfectok's voice and seeing the strange behavior of the Claw Wolf just now, although Sandrion didn't know what Perfectok was going to do, he didn't go against her wishes. He immediately adjusted his combat method, from the active attack just now to delaying time.

In fact, Sandrion herself felt that if she had continued to attack the woman, something very dangerous would have happened.

This feeling seemed to come out of nowhere, but Sandrion was still willing to believe in his feelings instead of continuing to be stubborn.

Outside the battlefield, Perfecto's alchemy had transformed the remaining airship into an enormous cannon, with the muzzle pointed at the purple beam of light in the center of the battlefield.

"The attack of the airship just now was ineffective, let me try the power of a larger caliber artillery!" Sitting on the control console of this giant cannon, Perfect's eyes were bloodshot at the moment, and she felt like a mad scientist, but this was just the result of her squeezing her spirit to activate alchemy. Although it was not using the Philosopher's Stone to create something out of nothing, but to forcibly shape an airship into a giant cannon, the consumption was still a huge burden even with the assistance of the Philosopher's Stone.

But for the sake of victory and deicide, Perfector built the cannon without hesitation and used the remaining thermobaric bombs to make the shells.

"All fear comes from insufficient firepower. Let me try what it feels like to launch a thermobaric bomb with an electromagnetic cannon!" Perfect said, and activated the cannon under him.

Because it was made temporarily, the cannon itself looks a bit crude, and is full of the style of something created by evil scientists in old movies.

A steam boiler removed from an airship is used as a power source. It is running at full capacity to drive the flywheel and the shaft. The other side of the shaft is connected to a generator, which is constantly converting kinetic energy into electrical energy and charging it into several storage batteries on the cannon.

As the electric energy continued to flow in, arcs of electricity continued to flash on the entire cannon, so much so that Perfectcot's long silver hair exploded under the effect of static electricity, completely destroying her image.

But Perfect didn't care at all. He just randomly tied his hair into a ball, then took aim with the multi-functional eyepiece and locked the purple beam of light into the crosshairs.

Then the battery on the cannon was filled with energy, and Perfect pressed the launch button without hesitation.

With a humming sound, several coils on the battery barrel instantly turned bright red, and powerful electric current filled these coils. In the instant that Perfectoct pressed the launch button, a thermobaric bomb that had been reshaped into the shape of a cannonball was ejected by the huge electromagnetic repulsion force.

"Bang!" A loud noise made Perfecto's mind dazed for a moment, and then he gradually recovered.

This was not the explosion sound produced by the burning of propellant when traditional artillery was fired, but the sound made by the shell breaking the sound barrier when it was accelerated to exceed the speed of sound.

Perfect didn't care that the shot almost shattered her eardrum. She just nervously adjusted her eyepiece, trying to see if the shell hit the target accurately.

However, she only saw flames rising into the sky and violent explosions.

When converting the thermobaric bomb into an artillery shell, Perfect made slight adjustments to its structure, allowing it to explode and burn more quickly, while also making it more powerful.

"Did it hit?" There was some anticipation in Perfecto's eyes, but because the bombardment point had turned into a sea of ​​fire, she could not see anything.

But then, she saw the purple beam of light that had stood firm in the fire begin to dissipate.

The shot just now hit the artifact accurately, but I don't know whether it broke it or killed the person controlling it.

But no matter what, in this battle between man and God, mankind was the first to capture the city.

(End of this chapter)