"Boom, boom!"

The metal projectile hit Franklin's body, constantly exploding, tearing Franklin's flesh and skin, splashing clouds of blood, but it did not hurt Franklin at all, but only shook Franklin.

Franklin was staggering, approaching the people in the chamber.

The masked man in the secret room looked at it, raised his eyebrows, didn't say anything, and moved his fingers, and he didn't know where he pressed the machine in front of him, making two "clicks, clicks".

The next moment, the projectiles flew out of the machine, and the number surged, and then surged.

If the previous number of projectiles was a drizzle, in the blink of an eye it was a violent storm, followed by a torrential downpour!

Countless metal projectiles were almost in a line, and they bombarded Franklin's body without interruption, bursting and exploding again.

Franklin had been carrying the projectile before, and finally advanced three meters with difficulty, and this time he was directly knocked out of seven or eight meters. The projectile was as fast as a phantom, and it hit his body one by one, and it was like a knife like Ling Chi, and each time it hit, it would definitely take away a large piece of flesh and blood.

"No!"

Franklin roared, his body flashing again, as if he was about to fight back, but under the violent and unreasonable torrent of projectiles, it looked more like a dying struggle.

Under the bombardment of three thousand six hundred spell bullets a minute, there is no point in any resistance!

"Puff puff puff!"

The projectiles continued to bombard Franklin's body, taking more and more flesh with them, and finally the flesh disappeared, revealing the white bones.

Franklin screamed incessantly, and then his voice grew weaker and weaker, until he finally turned into a flesh and blood skeleton of Bai Sensen.

"Bang!"

Franklin's unrecognizable corpse fell to the ground and fell apart, and the sound echoed in the corridor for a long time—I don't know when, the masked man's control mechanism in the secret room stopped, and the entire corridor was as quiet as death.

......

"Da Da Da ......"

Richard got up, walked out of the secret room, stepped on the floor of the corridor covered with flesh and blood, walked step by step, examined the corpse, and after a moment determined that there was no living person.

This was what he expected.

After all, this is his home turf, and he has carefully prepared to deal with a dozen wizards by fishing, which is simply too simple. Even without spell bullets and spell guns, there are a variety of options: improved fungal spores, high-powered explosives, or burying them alive.

For him, being prepared and not being prepared are two extremes entirely.

If he is not prepared, he will at most exert a more prominent individual strength, and if he is prepared, he will not be afraid of any enemy. Even if there is a god, if there really is a god, as long as he is given enough time and enough conditions, he has the confidence to defeat or even kill the other party.

Therefore, he was not surprised by the situation in front of him, but a little pity. Because...... What a waste of bullets.

Well, what a waste of bullets, really.

This killing, in just a few seconds, consumed nearly half of his spell bullet reserves. You know, this is something that took him a long time to prepare, and this is still under the premise of squeezing Pandora's labor force - without Pandora's metal shaping ability, whether it is the mass production of spell bullets, 315 alloy projectiles, or the processing of spell guns, there will be no small difficulties.

However, if you look at the results, it is not small, now more than a dozen wizards are all wiped out, even the last wizard used an unknown means to become extremely powerful, and he has not carried the high-speed shooting mode of the spell firearm.

This completely verified the power of the spell firearm in actual combat, and it can be said that it is invincible.

Of course, he also knew that there were certain restrictions on the application of this kind of spell firearm. In the narrow corridor he specially designed, many wizards of the mysterious organization could not dodge, and the effect was naturally the best, and if it was an open ground, the effect would be reduced.

In the open environment, he at most killed several wizards by surprise by surprise attack. After that, once the wizard is alert and disperses, it will be difficult to hit the opponent, after all, bullets do not have tracking. And if the hostile wizard is a little smarter and attacks the spell gun with a specific spell, it will make the spell gun instantly ineffective.

In fact, in reality, the more powerful the instrument, the more specific conditions are required to exert its powerful effect.

For example, sniper rifles, each use must be carried out with a special school gun. It's like in the movies, it's basically impossible to disassemble and assemble quickly, and then kill the target with one shot. Most likely, the sniper pinpoints the robber's heart through the scope, and then pulls the trigger, and the hostage's head explodes like a watermelon.

The sniper rifle in reality is a very complex and troublesome firearm, even if it is not disassembled, when it is used across regions, because of the difference in some environmental factors in the region, such as humidity, gravity, etc., the same needs to be corrected, otherwise it will not play its due effect.

So, choose different props depending on the environment. Alternatively, it is a scientific practice to choose the environment that best plays its role according to the characteristics of the props.

Conversely, it would be too thankless to have a single prop that force it on all environments and demand that it be powerful in any environment.

Even the king of land on the modern earth, the tank, is developed and used according to the regional environment, and if the main battle tank of a cold country at high latitudes is thrown into the hot and humid environment at low latitudes, the damage rate of the tank will reach an unimaginable level.

So spell firearms, like fungal spore biochemical weapons, are very powerful, but they need to be controlled and used.

With this in mind, Richard stepped out of the corridor and onto the ground.

On the ground, Pandora came out of nowhere, holding a huge firearm in her hand. It is said that it is a firearm, but it is not accurate, the barrel is short and thick, the caliber can almost fit into a baby, and in order to reinforce, the barrel is covered with several iron hoops, which looks more like a cannon - the cannon held by Pandora's hand, referred to as ...... Hand cannons.

Pandora patrolled the courtyard that had been destroyed by the wizards, her little face tense, and when she heard footsteps ringing from the room, she turned her gun sharply and pointed at it, seeing that it was about to fire a built-in, overweight projectile the size of a lead ball.

Fortunately, Richard spoke up in time: "It's me!"

"Scared—" Pandora stuck out her tongue and quickly lowered her hand cannon and looked at Richard.

Richard looked at Pandora, not thinking about the fact that he had accidentally injured his allies, and asked, "Has anyone else come out but me?"

"Nope. Pandora replied with a shake of her head.

"Is there a follow-up on the street?"

"No, there isn't. Pandora shook her head again.

"That's for the best. Richard answered, his eyes narrowed, and he said to himself, "Although it can be concluded that there must be more people in the mysterious organization, there should be only so many people involved in this operation." After all of them are eliminated, in the future, for a long time, it should be difficult for the other party to find relevant clues, and it is relatively safe.

In addition, in the iron rings in the hands of these dead people, there should be a lot of information about the Black Spirit Empire and the treasure of the Black Spirit King, if you can sort it out, maybe you will find it. In that case......"

At the end of the day, Richard's eyes lit up a little.