The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1551 - 443: One Shot Creates a Mushroom Cloud? (Part 4)

Thomas even thought to himself, if a fire breaks out, he could quickly find someone to put it out.

Grace held a gun with a caliber as thick as a fist, put on a leather holster with runes, pressed the gunstock against the leather-protected right shoulder, and winked at Thomas.

"Brother Thomas, watch closely, this shot can definitely take down at least two trees that require two people to hug! When you visit your Holy Daughter, demonstrate just like this!"

"I understand... Please start." Thomas nodded with a mix of laughter and tears.

Grace wasted no words, aimed downstream and pulled the trigger, and with a "bang", the gunfire was like a torch, a black shadow like a flying meteor shot straight towards the forest 400 meters away!

The sound was like thunder that startled Thomas standing aside, thinking the firearm had backfired, he instinctively bent down to dodge, only to find the nearby dwarves laughing out loud.

Thomas blushed, pretending not to care, coughed once and stood up straight again.

"Seems like I aimed too far." Grace lowered the muzzle, chuckled with a hint of boasting, waiting for the sound of the explosion.

However, as soon as his voice dropped, a scorching flame suddenly rose from the forest 400 meters away, the deafening roar was like a thunderbolt striking the ground, vaguely, a mushroom-like cloud floated upward!

"Boom!!!"

The blast wave didn't just knock down two trees but caused the surrounding trees to fall disarrayed!

Hearing that noise, not only were the workers in the lumberyard startled, but also the dwarves who had teased Thomas a moment ago, sat down like tipped-over wine barrels.

"... By Saint Sis, when did your dwarven weapons become so terrifying?!" Thomas stared in shock at the distant cloud and the tops of swaying trees, his bewildered eyes as if witnessing a miracle.

Even a round of Imperial battleship volley probably wouldn't have such power?!

Judging by magic, it's at least Silver-level magic! Might even be Gold-level!

"No... it's not mine..." Grace's face turned pale, his expression as if he saw the Undead.

Facing Thomas's confused gaze, he swallowed hard and spoke in a difficult, low voice.

"We might have hit something..."

Before his voice fell, an outraged roar suddenly came from the forest ahead, like an injured lion roaring in fury.

Then the forest seemed to boil over, hearing shouts of a charge.

"Damn, we've been discovered—"

"It's an ambush!"

"Kill!!! Charge!"

"These traitors! Chop them up!"

Traitors?!

Ambush?!

Thomas's mind buzzed, for a moment not reacting to what was happening.

But his legs instinctively moved, desperately running towards the lumber mill, yelling loudly while running.

"It's bandits! Quickly notify the garrison!"

The Hell Dwarves knew they couldn't outrun this long-legged guy, so they went the opposite direction, dove into the Rushing River, desperately swimming downstream.

Since they often mine, each of them can swim, as hitting a water-bearing layer is a common occurrence for them.

Meanwhile, at the Rock Inn in Wheat Field Village.

The slightly drunk Gunter suddenly opened his eyes, then narrowed them dangerously.

The Chaos Apostle he hadn't found for over a month, actually delivered themselves to his doorstep.

That's great!

Saves him a lot of trouble.

"Don't stop, buddy, let's have another round! This one's on me, hic—" The drunken Old Hank tried to pour him another drink, but Gunter gently pushed him away with a broad hand.

"I'm going out to take care of something, I'll be back soon for drinks."

Saying this, Gunter pushed away from the table, stood up, and with one stride was already standing several steps away at the door, as a great sword somehow was slung on his back.

Old Hank raised his head blankly, looked around, couldn't see Gunter, muttered "strange," and continued drinking.

Simultaneously, the bell sounded loudly on the west side of Wheat Field Village, patrol sentries rushed panicked toward the military camp.

The thousand-man team stationed in Wheat Field Village quickly gathered, and the Holy Spirits also rapidly dropped pots and pans, grabbed various weapons, and hurried towards the direction where smoke was rising.

Although most active here are Life Professional Players, they generally possess Black Iron, Bronze, and even Fine Steel Level Extraordinary Power!

There are even a few first-rate players who have reached Silver-level!

"We're going to hunt monsters guys!"

"Woo-hoo!"

"Experience! My experience! All mine!"

Wheat Field Village was in chaos.

Nobody noticed, a figure passed by them, heading straight towards the Chaos Apostle's direction...