novelraw Chapter 1253 629: White Country, Oh White Country, My Homeland! (Part 4)
Chapter 1253 629: White Country, Oh White Country, My Homeland! (Part 4)
The iron box was torn apart like a cardboard box, along with the descending manta ray.
In less than half a second, a rapid burst of shots.
Under the machine gun fire with a theoretical rate of 4,200 rounds per minute, the mutant creature just opened its mouth, and it exploded mid-air into a mass of flesh.
Blood splattered, dissipating in the wild wind, with shredded meat spraying everywhere, leaving the Chosen Ones inside the vehicle, who had just picked up their weapons, dumbfounded.
Wasn't that... What the hell was that just now?
Oh no, it's gotten intense, why do I see the shipborne close defense system?
Is this right?
Whether it's right or not, at this moment, accompanied by the spreading gray Sea Tide, countless mutants on the sky, on the ground, and even underground, have gone completely berserk under the Wolf's howl, swooping in...
The weird giant insect with the fastest speed flashed forward, almost at close proximity.
Then, it exploded once more into a stinking mush, its carapace and wings dissolving in the heat, ashes carried away by the wind.
After a few simple bursts adjusting its aim, the two machine guns atop the truck poured all their firepower amidst the roaring.
The entire truck shook violently, almost unable to suppress the exaggerated recoil, bouncing at its spot like dancing. The dazzling light swept across, roaring out from the machine gun's rotation.
Before today, no one could imagine how exaggerated it would be if the close-in defense gun, capable of intercepting missiles, were applied to such a group of mutants.
At this moment, they finally witnessed it.
Corpses, shredded meat, blood...
One by one, the mutant creatures exploded under the machine gun's fire, like balloons filled with blood bursting underfoot, spilling scarlet. Countless viscous colors would not wash away even in torrential rain, massive amounts of shredded meat and broken bodies flying into the sky like scattered petals, too abundant to fall down.
Only fleeting flashes of metallic light could be seen, with deafening roars heard around.
In a blink, hordes of mutant monsters rapidly turned into piles of sludge at visible speed. The sheer amount of shredded meat and corpses covering the ground even caused cars trailing behind to start skidding...
Everyone, dumbfounded, couldn't help but squint their eyes, nodding repeatedly.
Yes, yes, yes, brother, it's perfect!
Exactly like that!
If you had told me earlier you had this kind of firepower, would I have been so conflicted about being cannon fodder?!
Among the Chosen Ones, except the Legion Knights accompanying the army, who else gets to enjoy such outrageous firepower support?
It's like the New Year celebration, the New Year!!
After living half a drifting life without meeting a worthy master, I will follow my defined father from now on!
Sometimes, the world's right and wrong are not always clear.
When the Security Bureau believes it's right, outside the deluge, Delamarian is already dumbfounded, unable to help but question what's so wrong with it!
"Holy..."
Delamarian stiffened, instinctively whistling, soon a blood-stained snake emerged from the mud, opened its mouth, and delivered a scalding bullet casing to him.
The casing was as long as a vertically raised palm, with a thickness akin to a thumb!
Such rich spiritual aroma, still retaining the taste of Mercury—was this an Alchemy Bullet?!
The snake went probing again, soon returning with an identical casing, similarly on the third and fourth attempt, but not on the fifth.
On the fifth attempt, the blood snake was killed as it ventured too close!
Now, Delamarian bowed his head, gazing at the four lined-up casings before him, a darkness began to creep into his vision. Alchemy Bullet, Alchemy Bullet, still Alchemy Bullet!
They're all Alchemy Bullets!
No way, holy crap, what's happening?!
Your Alchemy Bullets are being unleashed like they're free? Pouring out like a flood! Not just spilling, but like a dam bursting!
Such a caliber of Alchemy Bullet, a single piece would cost me sixty thousand from the You Sui group of Sima Craftsmen!
Sixty thousand per bullet, two machine guns firing at a rate of three thousand rounds per minute from the start, lasting five or six minutes... meaning the opposing side spent over 180 million Empire coins, just on bullets in such a short time, and continued to fire!
It just doesn't stop!
The only difference is, when your opponent can casually spend 180 million, you better be able to do so too.
Otherwise...
Hey, then there'll be an interesting situation happening~
And so, amidst this darkness, Delamarian began sweating beside Xiu Feng's Mutated Transformation.
The two exchanged glances, observing each other's sweat pouring like rain, repeatedly wanting to speak but stopping.
Words failed them.
Otherwise? What could they say?!
Just like Tong Shan and his companions being thrown out as bait or cannon fodder, they aren't in a much better position!
Just thinking about how many people there are behind their backs, their hearts sink.
Believe me, if he dared utter words of retreat here, there'd immediately be a wolf paw out of nowhere smashing his skull into a pulp!
He dryly swallowed a gulp of saliva, glimpsing at his numerous comrades behind, faces akin to Sima's all around, sorrow welled up within him.
Just as he was about to incite a beast tide once more, to rally everyone for a desperate charge while planning to slink away, a sudden hush fell upon him—distant machine gun roars abruptly ceased.
It stopped!
It stopped!
"Haha, hahaha, they're out of money! They're out of money!"
Delamarian's eyes lit up, unable to restrain his laughter towards the heavens, yet even he didn't know what he was so glad about, for laughing at wealthy players as a poverty-ridden chap felt quite dry, even making his tears seem pitifully sparse.
But at least now, the opposing forces were exhausted!
"Don't hesitate, everyone, follow me!"
Delamarian rallied, turning into a spectral shadow, decisively charging forward, instantly all Mutated Transformation surged out.
Blending into the remaining mass of mutants, charging at the convoy, dark and dense.
But the closer Delamarian got, the more he felt something amiss, the opponent seemed to have no reaction!
Suspicious, he couldn't help but slightly slow his steps.
And just as he intended to protect the crowd from harm, he saw those two red-hot machine guns casually ejected aside.
Then, before all Mutated Transformation, two brand new machine guns rose from the truck.
Six-barrel rotating, preheated and ready.
Shortly afterwards... roaring gunfire resumed!!
"No, the machine guns overheated, I'm swapping out the guns to keep firing."
In the distance, amidst the dying sharp laughter not yet dispersed, Ji Jue turned back blankly to An Ning: "Why are they so happy?"
"Hmm..."
An Ning pondered momentarily, drawing a conclusion: "Maybe they're just purely happy for you!"
"Really?"
Ji Jue realized, watching the chaotic fleeing and screams ongoing within the machine gun's sweep, nodded in admiration:
"They are such good people."