Artificer Adventure Guide

Leaving Alan behind, Carl raised his hand.

The golden key appeared in his hand in the blink of an eye, and at the same time, a golden space ripple appeared in the space behind him.

A main gun on the spaceship protruded from it, and the black muzzle was aimed directly at the member of the Jinquan Club in front.

"Carl! If you kill us! Will Jinquan let it go? Young man, don't be too arrogant!"

The oppressive feeling of the ship's gun lying flat was much higher than being pointed at by a gun. A member of the Jinquan Club immediately lost his composure, but still roared at Carl fiercely.

He was making his last attempt to use the power of the tiger to bully others, and at the same time he was betting that Carl would not dare to touch them.

But the gambler will not die well.

"Arrogant? What kind of young man is he if he is not arrogant?"

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and Carl's eyes lit up with psychic energy, and a magic cannonball was fired, bombarding the area where the speaker was just now.

Wood chips flew, and the gambler who was at least level 8 disappeared from the world with part of the airship.

The atmosphere of despair spread on the deck. Suddenly, a professional with bloodshot eyes and bulging veins on his forehead shouted like crazy:

"There is no way out! Kill him!"

Infected by his momentum, the professionals on the airship seemed to have figured out the trick and flew towards Carl.

However, the next second, dozens of golden ripples suddenly appeared behind Carl, and more ship cannons protruded from them. Some of them had even condensed elemental energy at the muzzle, ready to go.

The members of the Jinquan Club who rushed towards Carl gritted their teeth and continued to kill, but Carl did not feel any sympathy for their bravery. Instead, he directly issued an attack order with psychic power.

The magic shells condensed by the continuous shooting weapon injection method and the knowledge of the spell school were fired one after another, and the dense barrage fell like raindrops, turning the bodies of one professional after another into blood mist and fireworks.

The airship was torn apart by the attack, and then it was beaten into debris in the subsequent attack.

In just a blink of an eye, only a small piece of deck where Carl stood was left.

The gunfire stopped, and Carl stood on the deck motionless, as if admiring his masterpiece.

At this moment, the unclear shadows around him suddenly became thicker, and a figure with bloodshot eyes jumped out of it, pointing the dagger in his hand directly at Carl's chest.

Just as the monk of the Shadow Sect was about to stab Carl with a fatal blow, suddenly, the air around him surged wildly.

Carl raised his left hand and pointed it at him. The air flow gathered in his palm and condensed into a strange air mass emitting white light.

The monk didn't know what it was, but for his own life, he insisted on stabbing Carl's heart.

However, in just a blink of an eye, the monk suddenly found himself flying backwards.

The glowing air mass in Carl's hand had disappeared, but he himself seemed to have been drained of all his strength at once, and his limbs and body were as soft as noodles.

In a trance, the monk looked down.

His chest seemed to be penetrated by some high-energy attack, and the wound as big as a bowl passed through his body. The edge of the wound was charred, and it was obviously carbonized instantly by the powerful energy.

"Plop"

Falling on the remaining deck of the airship, the monk struggled to take out some life-saving things from his dimension bag, but saw Carl floating over with psychic energy.

"Humph! I saw you disappear after shouting slogans just after the battle started. I thought you had some amazing operations, so I deliberately didn't greet you more. Alas~, the result is like this? You are useless even if you are given a chance!"

Pinching the opponent's head, Carl lifted him up.

A body more than two meters tall is a big difference for these guys who are less than 1.7 meters tall. In addition, Carl's muscles have been growing wildly recently. The monk, who is already dying due to heart loss, has no power to resist.

Trembling and opening his mouth, the monk seemed to want to say something, but in the end all the words turned into a sigh and disappeared along with his life.

The left hand armor shone faintly, and the monk's body was suddenly covered by flames.

With a slight force, Carl threw it out and stopped looking.

"Cough, cough, thank you Mr. Carl."

Struggling to get up from the ground, Alan stared at everything in front of him blankly, and for the first time had a clearer understanding of Carl's true strength.

"It's okay, you are Lisanna's subordinate, rounded off as my subordinate, and these hyenas came to you because of me, it's my duty to help you."

Carl patted Alan on the shoulder, causing Alan to cough twice again.

The golden space ripples gradually disappeared, and the muzzle retracted from it, but several Iron Ant Type II constructs flew out from it, carrying Carl and Alan back to the port a few dozen meters away.

Having witnessed the entire battle just now, the ordinary people in the port watched Carl leave with admiration and respect.

The members of the Jinquan Club who were hiding in the shadows and didn't have time to board the ship quietly breathed a sigh of relief. For the first time, they felt fortunate for their low status.

The one who got the news and escaped by boat in the first place couldn't be a lackey. The people on the airship just now were the middle-level and above members responsible for this operation.

Reading the error-free version! 6=9+Shu_Bar published this novel for the first time.

"I, I have to pass the news back!"

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he trembled and took out a piece of letter paper and began to write down what he had witnessed.

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Brewland Federation, City of Thousand Towers, Sarn.

On the upper floor of the towering tower, more than a dozen leaders of the Gold Power Society with infinite wealth gathered with many members, their faces gloomy.

They have not had a good time recently. Although the original Kingdom of Breland was disintegrated and reorganized into the Breland Federation, these merchants who hold a lot of wealth have not become the masters of the country, but have lost a lot of means of production in a short period of time.

In their original expectation, after the merchants obtained the country, their Gold Power Society will truly have money and power, and thus obtain the qualifications to pursue further.

However, when the nobles of Breland were abolished, the members of the parliament turned around and pointed their spearheads at their former companions.

Many industries monopolized by the Gold Power Society were punished by the Antitrust Act and were forced to pay an astonishing amount of fines and related factories.

The members used these assets to win over the people of Breland and had already become alienated from the Gold Power Society.

At this time, these leaders of the Gold Power Society realized that the focus of "gold" and "power" was not on gold, but on power.

The Breland Council, which has gained the support of the Breland people, is no longer the sheep that needed their support, but has become a hungry wolf that can destroy their families.

Not only that, in this world of swords and magic, only truly powerful strength can guarantee the foundation of all prosperity and wealth.

The druids of Eluden know this, the nobles and queen of Aundair know this, the warlords and king of Karrnath know this, and even the current parliamentarians of Breland know this.

Only the Gold Power Association, an organization that has accumulated huge wealth through conspiracy and corruption but lacks the power to match it, ignores this.

They think that as long as they have enough money, they can impress anyone in the world.

However, the reality is that they are just fat sheep that are being released.

It's okay when everything is safe, but once the real interests of the major forces are touched, they are just meat on the table.