Richard controlled a trace of free energy elements pouring out of the magic source in his body, injecting it into the firearm, and quickly excites the bullet.

"Bang!"

The pistol shook slightly, and an air explosion sounded, and the 315 alloy slug flew out rapidly, accurately hitting the humanoid metal target and hitting the surface.

"Boom!"

Hearing a thunderous explosion, the 315 alloy warhead exploded, and the humanoid target fixed in place disappeared.

More than ten kilometers away, only the remaining half of the body was found The mutilated target, as for the upper body of the target, it was directly shattered.

According to Richard's prediction, a spell bullet, which is equivalent to a cannonball, now seems to be about the same.

Having said that, the current bullet is an experimental stage, the process is improving, and the power is on the high side, and if it is made on a large scale, there will be a certain decline, reducing to about ninety or eighty percent of the current one.

In Richard's opinion, this is also completely acceptable, after all, he has no intention of using a single bullet to solve the enemy, and even if he can solve it, he will have to make up a dozen more rounds to be safe. If it's a large-scale enemy, you have to have a thousand bullets to base it up.

Eight or ninety percent of a thousand rounds, that is, eight or nine hundred bullets, is equivalent to eight or nine hundred high-explosive shells.

The question arises: is there a big difference in supersaturated coverage of a thousand shells and eight or nine hundred shells in a certain area, in an extremely short time?

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

Richard didn't think much of it, and had other things to do, turned and walked to the research room.

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

"Click, click", Richard installed a total of six barrels before it ended, this is the equipment he is going to use to fire shellless spell bullets quickly, some details still need to be adjusted, and when it is completed, it will show unimaginable power. The device, according to his design, has a total of three firing modes:

low-speed shooting, on the premise of ensuring accuracy, reaches 600 rounds per minute;

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

High-speed shooting, under the premise of irreversible damage to the machinery, can be doubled to 3,600 rounds per minute.

Advanced shooting mode, which lasts at most a minute, then breaks. But in this process, a full 3,600 rounds of bullets can be vented, and Li perceives that there is no possibility of resisting the existence of third-level wizards and below.

As for the third-level wizards, and the third-level wizards and above, they know too little, and they dare not jump to conclusions. After all, the White Stone Tower was directly destroyed by a meteorite, and for the existence of that kind of power, no amount of shellless spell bullets would be able to do it.

Obviously, just a magic transformation hot weapon of the level of firearms, it still can't compete with the real high-end power of the current world, and the idea of crushing everything with a single gun is too optimistic.

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

"Almost. Richard finished loading the last barrel and muttered to himself.

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March is followed by April – the month of ploughing, as the name suggests, is the month of ploughing.

After April, it is May, the flower moon, and the flowers begin to bloom beautifully.

The first day of May, the first of May.

On this day, it is Labor Day on Earth, but on the east coast of the current wizarding world, there is no such saying, and there is no so-called holiday. In this kind of low-productivity world, where most people are toiling for food and clothing every day, there is no need for any celebration.

On this day, early in the morning, as soon as the sky dawned, the city of Florence woke up, and one by one people went out of their homes and ran through the streets and alleys. Some are looking for employers to make ends meet for a day, while others are looking for opportunities for the purpose of making a fortune or other purposes.

All sorts of people filled Florence, and the whole city was lively and noisy, giving some dangerous and hidden things an excellent cover.

In a house on the street, a few people who looked very capable were standing, and Mu En was sitting in front of the window, squinting at the people coming and going outside.

After looking at it for a long time, Mu En retracted his gaze, looked at the subordinates standing in the room, and asked in a low voice, "Are you all ready?"

"Ready, sir. The crowd responded in unison.

"That's good. Mu En nodded, "Let's get started, I've been busy for so long, and I've finally reached the final stage." Tell me to go ahead and everything goes according to plan, whether it's success or failure, you know?"

"Yes. Hearing Mu En's words, the people in the room quickly walked out of the room and merged into the flow of people.

Mu En turned his head to look out the window again, and the next moment he put on a wide robe to cover his face, and walked out as well, leaving the whole room empty.

Something secretly began.

......

Not long after.

In the underground hall, the muse was not there, and Franklin frowned, sitting at a table, looking at a large number of materials.

Suddenly, the door to the hall opened, and Promy walked in, walked briskly over to Franklin's side, and whispered a few words.

"What! they are showing up again?" Franklin asked aloud after hearing Promi's words, his expression a little dangerous.

"Yes. Promi didn't dare to sell it, and said quickly, "I just found out, although I'm not sure if it's their people, but only their people dare to investigate us." ”

"I really don't know if it's alive or dead. Franklin said coldly, "I couldn't find them for so long, and I thought they were scared and had run away." In that case, then don't blame me for being rude, this time I must find out all the people behind them and kill them all. ”

As he spoke, Franklin stood up and walked outside, saying as he went: "Inform all the people in the team who can be called on to follow me, I want to see what is behind the other party." ”

"Yes. Promi nodded, then thought of something, and whispered, "Captain, by the way, do you think it's a little strange for them to come out this time?"

"Huh?"

"You see, we know they're investigating us, and they ought to know that we know they're investigating us.

After all, Art and Jos's group died at their hands. Aren't they a little too bold to act again? Do they really think they're my opponent?"

"What do you mean......" Franklin's eyes narrowed, "they did it on purpose, it's a trap?"

"Maybe. ”

"Makes sense. Franklin's eyes flashed, and then his tone changed: "In that case, then treat it as a trap." Use some special means to sober them up and figure out who they really are - they are the prey, and we are the hunters.

As prey, they think they are clever and in control, and they try to set traps in order to achieve some kind of goal. Hmph, in front of us, we can only eat the consequences. Bring the spell props and let you know that it is awesome!"

"Yes. ”

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