"Open fire!"
Along with Pattilina's command, countless flares erupted all of a sudden, crisscrossing to form an airtight net of firepower. In the blink of an eye, the skeleton soldiers who had just broken through the first layer of traps were enveloped in it.
The scarlet fireball emitted a sharp whistling sound as it mercilessly hit the already fragile body of the Skeleton Soldier.
Shortly after, in a loud explosion, the skeleton soldier exploded into a pile of broken bones.
“YEAH！！”
Looking at this scene, Pattilina couldn't help but raise her hands high and cheer, while Jenn shrugged helplessly.
This wasn't some transmigration, nor was it some crazy technology that Pattilina invented in the Klein Continent.
That's right. Although the weapons in the hands of the soldiers of the Seventh Legion looked like the legendary heavy firearms, Zayen could guarantee that this thing was a product of magic from the inside out.
That's right. The product of magic.
In fact, ever since Pattilina started training the soldiers, she couldn't forget about firearms and gunpowder.
Unfortunately, Patrina was not a researcher. She might be able to dismantle those guns and reassemble them.
She might be able to dismantle and reassemble the firearms, but Pattilina couldn't conjure the required technology out of thin air.
For this reason, she often acted coquettilina coquettilina in front of Jenn. But in response to Pattilina's request, Jenn couldn't do anything about it. If he had the capability, he would have given the Demons in the underworld a gun to start a revolution.
In the end, Pattilina could only settle for the next best thing. She didn't wish to create a real gun. As long as it had the shape and could fire, it would be fine!
Fortunately, heaven never bars one's way. If it was just a shape, it wouldn't be too troublesome.
As a matter of fact, the most troublesome part of Pattilina's need for firearms was that the Klein Continent didn't have enough mature gunpowder technology.
Only the dwarves created a type of gunpowder gun, which was basically the standard of the 15th century and couldn't be used at all.
But for Jenn, this wasn't a problem. Anyway, Pattilina just needed to be able to shoot and breathe fire, right?
The next step was naturally simple. He just had to let the blacksmith forge the shape of the gun.
The only slightly troublesome thing was the internal affairs, but for Jenn, this was not a big problem.
In fact, his solution to this problem was very simple. He placed a small trigger inside the gun. This thing was used to trigger magic traps. As long as the corresponding magic trap was triggered, the magic inside the gun would be triggered.
The next step was simple. As long as the soldiers pulled the trigger, it would activate the trigger placed inside the gun and activate the magic array engraved at the muzzle.
As for the spell itself, it was even simpler. Fireball, the lowest-level apprentice spell, was the most suitable 'ammunition' for guns.
The only troublesome thing was that maintaining these magic arrays required high-quality magic crystals.
This was also the most expensive part of the whole gun. It could be said that this gun alone cost Jenn 3 million gold coins. In addition to the series of weapons that Pattilina brought for the soldiers, the total cost was about 100 million.
But Jenn didn't care. Although it was indeed a bit of a waste, strictly speaking, this gun could only deal with some low-level magic creatures. It couldn't even compare to Fireball.
But it was more convenient. Besides, as Jenn's subordinate and number one fighter, Pattilina had also contributed a lot to Jenn. Spending some money to satisfy her willfulness was just a small effort for Jenn.
Anyway, the money wasn't earned by himself. At worst, if it wasn't enough, he could just rob.
In this day and age, robbing was the fastest way to make money.
Just as Jenn sighed with emotion, the situation in front of him quietly changed.
The Skeleton Soldiers who had broken through the first line of defense couldn't put up any resistance against the crisscrossing net of fireballs.
Although they tried to use their shields to resist the onslaught, it was a pity that the shields in their hands weren't invincible.
Perhaps they could resist one or two attacks, but after three, four, or even more attacks, they couldn't resist the fireballs and were devoured by the flames entirely, leaving behind a pile of pitch-black residue.
Everything was going smoothly. But for some people, it wasn't so smooth.
"What exactly happened in Endless Port?!"
Clutching the binoculars in his hand, Marcus stared angrily at the place that seemed to be engulfed by flames. From where he was, he could see explosions and flames rising one after another. The flames even dyed the curtain of the night red.
Of course, one could assume that the Undead Army's advancement was smooth and the port had been captured, turning into hell on earth.
But Marcus knew that this wasn't the case.
On the contrary, he felt that the place was like a boundless black hole where no matter how many Undead Creatures he sent, they would be devoured mercilessly.
This made Medes extremely shocked. As a Great Lich, Medes could guess what had happened.
It was apparent that someone had set up countless magical traps to prevent them from disembarking.
But even Marcus felt that this idea was ridiculous. If his guesses were correct, the other party must have spent a lot of money to stop him.
This wasn't the style of the Holy Church. What puzzled Marcus was why the other party was willing to stay in a small place like Endless Port with such powerful strength.
This wasn't a strategic location, and even if he didn't attack this place, the Chaos Coast would still fall.
Since that was the case, why didn't the other party move everything to Everwinter?
If that was the case, perhaps it would be difficult for him to lead the Undead Army to attack the Chaos Coast. But …
Thinking of this, Medes hesitated.
In his opinion, there must be a reason for this abnormality. Was this a trap or some other intention?
Now, Marcus felt that he should collect more information before taking action.
But it was a pity that as Undead Creatures, it was difficult for them to infiltrate the territory controlled by the Holy Church.
It would be fine during normal times, but it was difficult to do so during times of war.
Thinking of this, Marcus threw the binoculars in his hand aside and stared at the port on the side of the Chaos Coast that had been dyed red by the flames.
He wanted to get closer to observe, but he was afraid of the other party's unpredictable cannons.
The previous attack had severely damaged half of his fleet. Even though only a few ships sank, Marcus was certain that if the cannons were to strike again, perhaps half of his fleet would be finished.
He couldn't make such a decision. Even though the low-level cannon fodder was unlimited, the number of high-level Undead Ships like the Specter Ships was limited. If that person were to know that he had lost so many Specter Ships, his good days would come to an end.
But he had to investigate the situation over there first …
Marcus went silent for a moment. Then, as if he had made a decision, he took out a small horn from his arms.
"— — —!"
The deep sound of the horn echoed across the gloomy sea.
"It's the Call of the Dragon."
Upon hearing the sound of the horn, Tinidale, who had been sitting silently next to Zayen, said with a slight change in expression.
"It seems that I guessed correctly. The commander this time is Marcus."
"Marcus?"
Tinidale nodded and explained after hearing Jenn's curious question.
"Marcus is one of the four generals. Although his ability and strength are at the bottom of the four generals, he is loyal enough to Klein. Every time Klein sends him on a mission, he will do his best to complete it.
Because of this, although he is the weakest among the four of us, he is also the one Klein trusts the most. "
"He's more popular than you?"
Jenn couldn't help but make a small joke about Tinidale, but Tinidale didn't respond.
In fact, Jenn was well aware that it was impossible for Klein to trust Tinidale fully. Needless to say, just Tinidale's identity as the Dark Fairy Princess was enough to be the biggest obstacle between them.
Not to mention, Tinidale was always cold and aloof to outsiders, and Klein was a rigid fellow. The two of them had never communicated with each other before.
Otherwise, Klein wouldn't have mistakenly thought that Tinidale intended to kill Jenn, which was why he secretly harmed him.
Thinking of this, Tinidel also glanced at Zayen, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.
"Marcus has always been cautious, Jenn.
He must have noticed the situation on our side, so Marcus will definitely find a way to investigate the situation on our side.
And the sound of the horn just now is probably the signal.
He is summoning the spirit of the bone dragon. I think we may be in trouble soon. "
"There will indeed be trouble."
Jenn smiled and put down the teacup in his hand.
Looking at the sky in front of him, he saw that behind the dark and thick clouds, a deep, thunderous dragon roar suddenly erupted, penetrating the explosion of flames and the thick clouds, echoing over the sea.
But what surprised Tinidale was that in the face of this scene, Jenn didn't show the slightest trace of nervousness.
On the contrary, the corners of his mouth perked up slightly, revealing a somewhat mocking smile.
"But I don't know whose trouble it is …"
Jenn said, turning his head and looking at the young lady beside him.
"Elise, I'll leave it to you."