Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 328 Do you want to try it too?

After the appearance of the Scarlet Night Gate, the commander of the airship force ordered the Death Bird troops flying in the sky to retreat in an orderly manner. The faint blue light spots suddenly scattered like a star rain. Some returned to the deck of the airship, and after unloading their heavy equipment with the assistance of the service personnel, they were immediately transported to the infirmary for treatment; while the members whose injuries were not too serious landed on the ground to assist in the evacuation of nearby areas.

At the same time, the magic knights on the ground also left the area one after another on steam locomotives under the command of the rear headquarters. The assembled magic devices were disassembled and transported away, and the magic devices that were too heavy to be disassembled in a short time were even abandoned. For a while, the sound of artillery fire became much sparser, and the dense light network composed of magic rays could no longer be seen in the sky. The white blizzard swallowed up the sight again.

These orders were naturally intended to get the troops currently engaged in combat to withdraw from the range of the Judgment Cannon. Although under the control of His Majesty the Chief Inquisitor Fei'er, the Judgment Cannon had never caused any accidental injuries, the huge amount of high-energy magic power released by the bombardment itself would interfere with the normal operation of the magic device, leading to various unexpected situations. For example, the Death Bird relied on the "gravity traction plug-in" to maintain its flight state. Once the plug-in was interfered with and failed, it would fall directly from the air, causing unnecessary casualties.

For this reason, early evacuation is necessary.

On the contrary, the conceptual god, Yuanrang Dazun, who was heading towards the Salia wilderness area, did not flinch at all when he noticed that the dark gun barrel was gradually aiming at him. A threatening roar came from the mouth of the giant beast on top of the corrupt crystal, and then he moved his eight sharp legs and continued to move towards the direction of the Feiyemente. Every heavy step caused the ground to shake violently, and the smoke and snow fog mixed together, blurring people's vision.

The two are similar in size and specifications, but the Earth Witch - Feiyemente still looks more oppressive. The black steel armor, the jagged tracks and the deep and cold gun barrels all demonstrate the magnificent power of civilized creations. Just standing silently on the horizon gives people a feeling of being unmatched. As for the Great Lord Yuanrang who has the name of God, it is difficult to associate him with the image of God because of his appearance. When the line of sight moves with it, words such as evil, blasphemy, madness, and distortion always subconsciously emerge in the mind.

There is no doubt that most people in Nimsher City at this moment naturally hope that the Scarlet Night Gate can win. Although, the believers of the former Holy Spring Monks may not think so, because in that monster... no, in the body of that god, there is still the existence they believe in.

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The control room of the main turret of the Scarlet Night Gate is not like the command center and the power room, which have many sophisticated and valuable magic instruments or magic engines arranged in dot matrix. There is nothing here, only countless illusory gray light spots flowing slowly, forming everything in the field of vision.

Fei'er believed that as long as they were there, the Feiyemente would be invincible.

If you stretch out your hands to catch it, the hands that have chopped off countless gods' heads will surely pass through the river. There is nothing between the fingers that are cold and pale from long periods of stroking and adjusting guns, and you can't catch anything.

It is true that the energy for the launch of the Judgment Cannon mainly comes from its own magic power, but if it only had the Judgment Cannon, it would not be the Earth Witch that scares aliens, magicians, and pseudo-cult believers, right?

The gray light is like a river, sometimes flowing forwards and sometimes retreating. The material that makes up this river is not water droplets, but lines that shuttle back and forth, densely interweaving in front of the eyes, sometimes flashing in front of the eyes, and suddenly jumping out of the sight the next moment, giving people an absurd sense of inverted vision and direction, as if their essence is actually depicting some kind of ever-changing phenomenon in the world.

However, Fei Er only did such a thing when he first controlled this construct mecha. At that time, Favrona laughed at him, saying that only the most naive children would do such a thing. She was actually very unconvinced, and said stubbornly, "You just got the new toy a few years earlier than me, what's there to be proud of..." Then the two of them were taught a lesson by the eldest sister Carabosse. She said that the construct mecha is not a new toy, but a glory and a responsibility. If you step into the battlefield with a playful mentality, you will be sorry for your ideals and disappoint everyone's expectations, etc. In short, it seems very mysterious.

At that time, Melquiades was not yet his adjutant, and he was still using the name "Aleister Crowley" to give advice in the palace of the Iron Cross King. If he hadn't taken off the mask, no one would have known that he was the first magician in the history of mystery; and people like Asherila, Durahal, Conrad, and Longning were even more illusory, as they were not born until hundreds of years later. So, even though I usually speak casually and treat them as friends, and they do seem to be more mature than me, in fact, it would be more appropriate to describe them as juniors, right?

Junior? I actually heard this word from my mouth. The ship officers who followed me at that time and tolerated my initial laxity and willfulness would definitely be surprised, or perhaps relieved.

Until now, Fei Er still firmly believed that among the enemies he had destroyed and the glory he had achieved in the hundreds of years since he took over the Fei Ye Men Te, they always had a part. The "them" here would cover a very wide range, without a specific name or appearance. They could be very far away, like those from the long past or the far future, or very real, like those people who were waiting for his orders in the command center, data center, power room, main ship cabin, turret...

But after so many years, Fei'er can more or less understand that sentence. Now looking back at her past self, she also feels that she is childish and ridiculous. Although she participated in many major events that changed human history and even world history, she was just blindly following behind her sisters and did not have her own ideas at all. Only when she was independently responsible for and managed a department did she finally feel the heavy weight on her shoulders.

So, what about you, do you want to give it a try too?
Fei Er floated in the center of this gray space in a very relaxed manner, with a confident smile on her lips. Her golden ponytail fluttered slightly, and she wore her favorite outfit: a light leather vest, a hooded jacket, silver-gray shorts, a pair of serrated long boots, and a belt full of magazines and ammunition chains, which she would never use, just to look cool; she pulled down the windshield with her left hand wearing a half-finger glove, covering her silver eyes, and a huge and eerie shadow was projected in the dark red lens, rumbling like a monster. The edge of its body outline was outlined with a bold red line symbolizing danger, and in the lower left corner was the estimated distance and actual speed sent back by the data center. It can be seen that both values ​​are increasing at a considerable degree. It can be seen that this guest is already a little impatient and wants to compete head-on with the Fei Ye Men Te.

"Then let's try it."

She whispered to herself, then slowly raised the weapon in her hand. Fei'er's weapon was a black death gun wrapped with chains. From the butt to the gun body, it was permeated with dark red blood, exuding a sense of destruction and ominousness. Its length, including the fixed gun blade at the end, was more than three meters. The cold silver blade was vaguely visible with old scars. The worn trigger, the sight fixed with a cloth strip, and even the retro design of the core metal that could not be disassembled separately all made it look very contemporary. In fact, its model was indeed very old. It was said to be a product of the same era as the original magic device "Magic Sword-Magic King".

Then, it is also Fei'er's favorite weapon, which is better than all the cold weapons she has used before.

I can't explain the reason, maybe it's because sniping the enemy from such a long distance gives her a sense of accomplishment. Watching the enemy gradually go crazy and even lose their mind in a dazed state, doesn't it fit the impression that the Witch of Fear has left on the world?

Her fingertips gently stroked the trigger, and the familiar touch was even better than stroking her cheek. She slightly adjusted her body, assumed a sniper posture, and slowly and cautiously moved the barrel upwards, slowly and carefully aiming the muzzle at the huge shadow projected in the dark red windshield, with a cold crosshair locked on it at the same time. Along with this action, the main gun of the Feiyemente also made a low sound, slowly fixed its position, and aimed the dark muzzle at the Great Venerable Yuanrang who was attacking in this direction.

The "Death Thorn Lance-Longinus" in Fei'er's hand is the only control device of the Cannon of Conviction. When she gave her weapon this name, a legend about killing gods emerged in her mind, and she felt very satisfied with it.

She pressed the communication button and said in her usual confident tone: "This is the main turret control room. I'm Fei'er. I'm ready. Please ask the command center to convey the order. Report completed."

Therefore, parameter reports from the command center and data center continued to be transmitted through the communication component of the windshield, helping Fei Er to better locate and calibrate the firing distance, position and timing of the Judgment Cannon:
"Target distance, 104.12 kilometers; target speed, 120 m/s, expected to enter the optimal range in 1 minute."

"The weak point has been analyzed. The spatial coordinates are X=1211, Y=4375, Z=2258. There is no change."

"The current magic concentration in the area is: 155360 O'S/㎡, with a floating rate of 3%-5%. Everything is normal."

"The furnace array is ready. Begin the magic diversion. Main turret, power input."

"Hydraulic cooling devices, steam exhaust valves, and magic dissociation networks have all been activated and are in normal condition."

"The wind direction is normal, the wind speed is normal, the air pressure is normal, and the interference factors have been eliminated."

"Conviction Cannon, launch permission, countdown begins now, main controller, please prepare for launch."

"Ten, nine, eight..."

The voice in the communication unit changed to a low and calm voice. It was Melquiades counting down. During the time when Fei'er was away, he handled all affairs in an orderly manner. He was a reliable adjutant. It would be better if he was more cheerful in normal times.

"five four three two one."

He read out the last number firmly: "Cannon of Conviction, fire."

The moment he finished speaking, Fei'er pulled the trigger without hesitation.

A beam of brilliant silver light roared out from the dark and stern barrel.

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)