Chapter 87

The mages from Portland and the dragon hunters were the main culprits in the death of the golden dragon Su. All the spellcasters within sight became targets for Lin默's revenge.

The decision of the mages to flee was absolutely correct, but trying to outrun the 4 Mach speed electromagnetic railgun bullets was simply impossible.

Even if a group of heavily armored, slow-moving heavy infantry "willingly" followed behind, using their flesh and blood and steel armor as a human wall, it was still impossible to withstand the dense barrage of bullets.

A strange tearing sound, like a nightmare, rang out again. Without deliberate aiming, even the heaviest armor was no match for the human body, which was as fragile as a light bulb. The mages who hadn't escaped far and the armored soldiers protecting them met the same fate, with the bullet trajectory causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere.

Human tissue, organs, broken bones, tattered clothes, and shattered armor formed a small, overlapping, bloody carpet, a terrifying sight that represented the lives of those who had once existed in this world.

The efficiency of modern weapons in killing was insane for the human race in this world. If it were the M61 Vulcan cannon with a higher firing rate, firing 20mm armor-piercing explosive shells at 6,000 rounds per minute, the level of brutality would be unimaginable. This weapon was specifically designed to combat medium and small-sized war constructs. If it were to wreak havoc in the Portland camp, the entire camp would be leveled in minutes.

Despite consuming Su's body, the "Phantom Square" had the longest evolution maintenance time so far, but this was not enough for Lin默 to indulge in. Firing metal bullets was also a significant burden for the "Phantom Square." If it remained in continuous fire, it would consume evolution resources, and it could only maintain continuous firepower for up to 6 minutes.

After dismembering the Portland mages, Lin默 turned the gun barrel towards the wizards. After casting their spell shields, they continued to chant the obscure incantations, preparing to launch their strongest spells to destroy the enemy.

However, the six-barrel electromagnetic railgun would not give them the chance. The dense barrage of bullets fiercely collided with the spell shields.

This was not in the border town of Cedar Town, where the twin sister Li Mubing used a 95-type assault rifle to shoot at the spell shield of a fourth-level mage.

On one side was a team of mages led by an eighth-level mage, with at least six layers of spell shields stacked in front.

On the other side was a modern technological weapon, a true battlefield killer.

The 12.7mm caliber bullets, carrying enormous kinetic energy, caused the spell shields to vibrate continuously. In an instant, two spell shields could not withstand the intensity of the attack and dissipated in the air.

The mages behind the multiple layers of spell shields, still chanting, turned pale. The leading eighth-level mage decisively gave a signal to a mage at the back of the team. During this time, another spell shield was broken.

The mage hesitated for a moment, then responded with a determined look. He stopped chanting, his body trembling, his hair standing on end. Perhaps he had been prepared for this unexpected situation, he endured the pain of the spell backlash, took out several potions, and swallowed them one after another. These potions took effect immediately, and his complexion quickly improved. The chanting resumed.

When the six spell shields collapsed to just two, a pale yellow earth-element spell shield appeared in time, halting the precarious situation. However, this resilient spell shield also collapsed quickly under the continuous impact of the large-caliber bullets. It was far from enough.

The mage's face turned red, holding a magic staff in one hand and a precious magic crystal in the other, continuously drawing elemental energy and doing his utmost to cast a new spell shield. At this moment, another mage abandoned the attack spell and, with a pale face, joined the sequence of casting spell shields.

The semi-transparent spell shields were constantly generated and destroyed, alternating. No one could imagine that this standard defensive spell would one day become a consumable, and a rapidly consumed one at that. Fortunately, the casters were at least mid-level mages from the fourth to sixth levels, and with the continuous consumption of precious magical resources, they could still grit their teeth and hold on. If it were low-level mages below the third level, they might have been forced to declare their mental energy exhausted after a short time, and even force-feeding potions would not keep up with the rate of consumption.

A black earth wall suddenly rose in front of the spell shields, meeting the barrage of bullets.

The eighth-level mage from Portland gritted his teeth and activated the protective alchemical device "Siege" in his palm, which resembled a small round mirror, casting its built-in fourth-level earth-element defensive spell. Due to his fire-element affinity, he could only勉强 exert 80% of the device's power and could not continue to output the same elemental energy.

Due to the difficulty in finding materials and the complexity of manufacturing, not every mage could possess a valuable alchemical device. Even a first-level alchemical device was often priceless. The "Siege" alchemical device was obtained by the eighth-level mage at great cost and by a stroke of luck. He usually wouldn't even let others see it, keeping it as his secret trump card.

The earth wall, about a foot thick, could not withstand the storm of 12.7mm caliber bullets. Holes were blown into the wall, and the bullets penetrated it. The earth-element magic crystal embedded in the device exploded into powder due to the rapid depletion and overdraw of elemental energy.

The earth wall, which existed for less than two seconds, immediately disintegrated into a slightly higher ridge.

In less than fifteen seconds of engagement, the confrontation between the otherworldly magic and modern firearms fell into a strange stalemate.

However, the mages were slightly at a disadvantage. The limited time of a dozen seconds was insufficient for them to complete the incantation of an attack spell, let alone the fact that the bizarre and fierce attack from the other side cast a shadow of fear over them.

"Hmph! Want to play a war of attrition? No problem!"

Lin默 picked up the "Dragon General" tactical helmet from the ground, hung it on the dedicated mounting bracket on his back, and began to move, holding the six-barrel electromagnetic railgun. He said in a low voice, "Change caliber, 20mm." The greatest advantage of the "Phantom Square" external module was its inheritance of the evolution ability of the golden dragon clan, making the change of caliber effortless. The electromagnetic acceleration firing chamber immediately expanded by 158.

Passively taking hits was not his style. As soon as he started moving, the Portland mages immediately became tense and had to move to keep the spell shields between them and the enemy.

The consumption of evolution resources by the 20mm caliber bullets increased sharply, and their power was incomparable to the 12.7mm caliber. They were no longer just guns but belonged to the category of cannons. The only regret was that the electromagnetic railgun fired conventional steel-core standard bullets, not the armor-piercing explosive shells of the same caliber M61 Vulcan cannon. Otherwise, the mages' spell shields wouldn't have lasted even one round.

Even so, the pressure on the spell shields increased dramatically, and even with two mages, and then a third, joining to maintain the spell shields, they could not withstand the rapidly deteriorating situation.

The last two spell shields, already at the warning line, immediately broke. The fierce barrage of bullets directly hit the group of mages, requiring no aiming. No one could escape the dense impact points. A cloud of blood churned, and nearly half of the mid-to-high-level mages of the "Thundercloud Tiger" corps were lost on the spot.

In just two seconds, from the moment the shields broke to the cessation of fire, over a hundred 20mm caliber bullets mercilessly crushed through, and six Portland mages completely disappeared, leaving only a bloody mess on the ground, including the eighth-level mage.

They ultimately failed to cast a single offensive spell that could threaten the dragon knight, a mere fraction of a second too late, costing them their lives.

The Portland strategy was actually correct, but they grossly underestimated the power of modern technological weapons. Despite their correct response, the outcome was no different from doing nothing. The souls of the Portland people floating in the void could only be forced to sing "Conquer" for the dragon knight.

"Kill!~"

The second division of the Portland "Thundercloud Tiger" corps, not believing in evil, roared and charged, convinced that even a dragon would be overwhelmed by such a massive attack formation.

"Change caliber, 12.7mm."

Lin默 looked at the Portland people with a cold smile, knowing that groveling was their only fate.

In Earth civilization, in 1893, 50 infantrymen and just 4 Maxim machine guns in Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe) easily repelled an attack by 5,000 Zulus, leaving 3,000 bodies on the battlefield.

Now, in the eastern border of the otherworldly Sylan Empire, the history of slaughter by another civilization was being repeated. The firing rate of the six-barrel electromagnetic railgun was seven times that of the Maxim, and the fate of the second division of the Portland corps was as the dragon knight had predicted, already marked for death by this ultimate weapon.

The confrontation between flesh and blood and technological weapons was completely one-sided. Even high-level warriors and sword deities, enveloped in battle aura, were no match.

Row after row of Portland soldiers were torn to pieces, unable to dodge or get close, and their numerical advantage was rendered meaningless.

Lin默 walked towards the central command tent as if strolling in a garden, occasionally turning around. The Portland people, like suddenly encountering the scythe of death, vanished cheaply from the earth.

Around the dragon knight, a death zone was expanding, with the rain of bullets, fueled by revenge, sweeping through the invader's camp.

A one-man massacre of the camp!

Tens of thousands of Portland people could not even put up a proper resistance.

Greed will be judged! (To be continued. Search for Piaowen.com for faster updates and better reading experience!)

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