Magus Tech

Richard controlled a trace of free energy elements from the source of the body, injected into the firearm, and quickly excited the bullet.

"boom!"

The pistol gave a slight shock, and a burst of air burst. The 315 alloy warhead quickly flew out, hitting the human-shaped metal target accurately and hit the surface.

"boom!"

Just listening to a thunderous explosion, the 315 alloy warhead exploded, and the human-shaped target fixed in place disappeared.

Only a dozen or so away, I found the incomplete target with only half of the body. As for the upper half of the target-it shattered directly.

According to Richard's prediction, a magic bullet is equivalent to a cannonball, and now it looks similar.

Having said that, the current bullets are in the experimental stage, the craftsmanship is refined, and the power is relatively high. If it is produced on a large scale, it will be reduced to some 90% or 80%.

In Richard's opinion, this is also completely acceptable. After all, he did not intend to use a bullet to solve the enemy. Even if he could solve it, he had to make up a dozen more shots to be safe. If it is a large-scale enemy, it will take a thousand rounds to get the bottom.

One thousand and ninety-eight percent, that is, eight or nine hundred bullets, is equivalent to eight or nine hundred high-explosive shells.

Here comes the question: In a certain area, in a very short period of time, is there a big difference between the supersaturated coverage of one thousand shells and eight or nine hundred shells?

Is there a big difference between dead eight times and dead ten times?

Richard didn't think about the problem much. He had other things to do and turned to the laboratory.

In the research room, on the processing table, a seemingly rough mechanical killer has been half assembled. Richard took off a heavy barrel from the shelf on one side and installed it at a certain position on the machine, making a "click" sound. Then he took another identical barrel off the shelf, pressed it up, and made a "click" sound again.

"Kaka Kaka", Richard has installed a total of six barrels to finish, this is the equipment he plans to use to quickly launch shellless spell bullets, some details need to be adjusted, and when completed, it will show unimaginable power. According to his design, this device has three shooting modes:

Low-speed shooting, up to 600 shots per minute on the premise of ensuring accuracy;

Medium speed shooting, under the premise of reducing accuracy, the rate of fire can be increased by three times, reaching 1800 rounds per minute;

High-speed shooting, on the premise of irreversible damage to the machine, the rate of fire can be doubled to 3600 rounds per minute.

The advanced shooting mode lasts at most one minute, and then it will be damaged. However, in this process, a full 3,600 rounds of bullets could be vented. Richard felt that there was no possibility of resistance to the existence of third-level wizards.

As for the third-level wizards and above, the level of wizards and above is too little to understand. After all, the White Rock Tower was directly destroyed by a meteorite. For the existence of that kind of power, no more shellless spell bullets would work.

Obviously, it is just the level of firearms at the level of firearms, which is still unable to contend with the real high-end power of the current world. The idea of ​​crushing everything with one gun is too optimistic.

Of course, according to his expectations, at this stage, it should be more than enough to deal with some people in his plan.

"It's almost done," Richard said to himself after loading the last barrel.

...

March is April-the month of cultivation, as the name suggests, is the month of cultivation.

And after April, it was May-the flower month, and the flowers began to bloom in competing beauty.

The first day of May, May 1.

This day is Labor Day on the earth, but on the east coast of the current wizarding world, there is no such statement, and there is no so-called holiday. In such a low-productivity world, most people work every day for food and clothing, and naturally do not need any celebration.

On this day, early in the morning, as soon as the day lighted up, the city of Florence awakened, and one by one walked out of the house and ran in the streets. Some are looking for an employer for a day’s livelihood, while others are looking for opportunities for wealth or other purposes.

All kinds of people fill Floren, the whole city is lively and noisy, so that some dangerous and secret things are under excellent cover.

In a house on a street, a few smart-looking people stood, while Mu En was sitting at the window, squinting at the people coming and going outside.

After watching for a long time, Mu En withdrew his gaze, looked at the men standing in the room, and whispered, "Are you ready?"

"Ready, boss." The crowd responded in unison.

"That's good." Mu En nodded. "Let's start to work. I've been so busy for a long time, and finally reached the final stage. I'm instructed to continue everything as planned, whether it's success or failure, you know?"

"Yes." After listening to Mu En, the people in the room quickly walked out of the room and merged into the flow of people.

Mu En turned his head and looked again at the situation outside the window. At the next moment, he put on a wide robe, covering his face, and went out, leaving the whole room empty.

Something in the dark began.

...

Not long after.

In the underground hall, where the muse was absent, Franklin frowned, sitting at a table, looking at a lot of information.

Suddenly the door of the hall opened and Promi walked in and hurried to Franklin's side, whispering a few words.

"What! Did they show up again?" Franklin asked after hearing Promy's words, his expression a little dangerous.

"Yes." Promi didn't dare to sell the pass, and quickly said, "I just found out that although they are not sure whether they are their people, only their people dare to investigate us."

"I really don't know life and death." Franklin said coldly. "It was so long that I couldn't find them. I thought they were scared and ran away. Since this is the case, don't blame me. You're welcome. This time I must Get all the people behind them and kill them all."

Talking, Franklin stood up and walked outside. He said, "Notify everyone in the team who can be called to follow me. I want to see what is behind the opponent."

"Yes." Promi nodded, then thought of something, and whispered, "Captain, do you think that they came out this time, a bit strange?"

"Ok?"

"Look~www.readwn.com~We know they are investigating us, and they should know that we know they are investigating us.

After all, the group of Att and Jos died in their hands. Is it a bit too bold for them to act now? Do they really think they are my opponents? "

"You mean..." Franklin narrowed his eyes. "They did it on purpose. Is this a trap?"

"Maybe."

"It makes sense." Franklin's eyes flickered, and then his tone changed: "Since that is the case, then treat it as a trap. Use some special means to wake them up and understand their true identity-they are Prey, we are the hunters.

As prey, they think they are very smart and can control everything. They also try to set traps and think about achieving a certain purpose. Huh, in front of us, can only be self-eating. Bring spells and props to let you know how powerful it is! "

"Yes."

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