Could this rifle be called a "divine weapon"?
After a few rounds of testing, many of them could clearly feel that the stability of the gun wasn't as high as they had imagined. It was mostly because of the bullets. Without the precision of high-tech machines, the angle of deviation of each bullet after firing would vary greatly due to the difference in the shape and quality of the bullet head.
Beyond 800 meters, the accuracy of the shooting could not be guaranteed.
Moreover, due to the design problems, the cost of each bullet was very high. The first batch of 100 bullets made by Madam Vasaki cost 10 gold coins in total!
But as a sniper rifle, its basic function was guaranteed.
Many of them moved their rifles slightly and aimed at a farmland that was at least a mile away.
His body lay quietly, and even the sound of his breathing could not be heard. He was like a venomous snake hibernating in the shadows, ready to deliver a fatal blow to his target at any time.
Salia looked at Many who had been aiming for a long time. She seemed to be nervous, and her palms were sweating. The little girl would always think about everything about this guy in front of her, just like a young girl worshiping an idol. She did not want anything to happen to Many.
Madam Vasaki looked at Many with amazement. Not only because of the amazing power of the rifle in his hand, but also because of the indescribable temperament that Many had suddenly gained after not seeing him for a few days!
If he was said to be a calm and patient leopard in the past, now Many was somewhat unfathomable to Madam Vasaki.
His eyes not only had the cautiousness from before, but also a strong self-confidence. Madam Vasaki could see that it was not arrogance, but genuine self-confidence.
His posture of holding the rifle was as steady as a rock, and his eyes stared unblinkingly at the scope. Madam Vasaki felt that at this moment, his expression could not be more natural, as if he had done this thousands of times. She could not imagine how this experimental weapon, which might be the first to appear on the continent, could be used in his hands as skillfully as Noda used a dagger or herself used magic.
Before he had time to think, Many pulled the trigger again!
It was still the same crisp sound of hammers hitting each other. A cloud of dust rose up, and the smoke dissipated. Everyone looked into the distance, wanting to see what kind of amazing effect the rifles in their hands had this time.
"Rollier above!"
Daugen tugged at his beard with all his might, his eyes opened wider than a cow's!
This group of people were all Advanced Professionals with very good eyesight. They looked in the direction of Daugen's exclamation, but even their breathing stagnated!
A mile away, a scarecrow that was still intact a moment ago on the farmland suddenly exploded. Pieces of its clothes and the remains of the wooden poles used to support its body fell to the ground, startling a large flock of crows around it.
What a frightening blow!
Even with Madam Vasaki's strength, she felt a chill down her spine!
Just imagine, a silent fatal blow from 500 meters away. Unless one had foresight, who could block such a terrifying bullet?!
Madam Vasaki never thought that the metal bullets she helped Many to make would have such an effect!
Moreover, it had such great power and accuracy!
No wonder he had repeatedly asked for the size to be exactly the same!
Madam Vasaki instantly understood why he worked so hard to make this thing that he called a "gun." Even with the strength of a Level Ten, whether it was a mage, a warrior, or an assassin or a ranger, when they relaxed their vigilance and were in a stable environment, their body would not be protected by a shield or Combat Aura at all times. So, if at this time, such a lightning fast attack hit the target, it was estimated that it would directly kill these high-end professionals on the spot!
Many of them stood up and habitually put away the front bracket with a click. They removed the magazine and examined it. They took a deep look at the rifle before putting it into their spatial rings.
Then, he bowed deeply to Master Daugen and Madam Vasaki. His bow was so big that even the people around him were stunned. "There is a saying in my hometown, 'Great kindness cannot be thanked with words'. Master Daugen, Madam Vasaki, I will always remember your help!"
It was the first time Madam Vasaki heard such solemn words from Many. However, she slightly straightened her body and nodded to show her acceptance. Then, she reached out to help Many up. She did not say anything but looked at him with a meaningful gaze.
Daugen, on the other hand, was very excited. He seemed to be immersed in the joy of being able to make such a magical weapon. Although he saw Many thanking him, he did not say anything. Instead, he could not help but shout, "Let's go and have a look!
I want to see how destructive it is! "
After saying that, he trotted towards the faraway farmland with his short steps, leaving the people behind to look at each other.
"Brother!
I want to see it too! "
Salia was the first to hold Many's hand and said coquettishly. Then, she used her other hand to hold Sylvia and shouted in an even more coquettish voice, "Sister Nana, how about it?"
Sylvia smiled and looked at Many affectionately. She held Salia's little hand and said, "Okay, Salia, let's go together!"
The little girl immediately smiled and her eyes narrowed. She skipped and pulled the two of them away.
Carolina, on the other hand, murmured softly behind Many, "You are still so outstanding …"
After walking for a short while, the group arrived at the farm where the scarecrow was shot by Many.
Looking at the remains of the scarecrow all over the ground, Many nodded and confirmed the power of this sniper rifle.
According to his own experience, this bullet made by Madame Vasaki was probably as powerful as a .50 caliber sniper bullet. In fact, the entire structure of Many's rifle was modified based on a very useful anti-material sniper rifle he once used — the Barrett M82A1!
Needless to say, the power of this kind of gun was not to be doubted. Just the fact that it could be used as an anti-material rifle showed its power. Now, the finished rifle was only slightly different from the one he used before, but the rest was basically the same.
This powerful rifle directly replaced the crossbow he used to use and made him feel like a sniper again!
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"Oditore?
Why is it this territory? "
Prince Stu, the only legitimate heir to the throne of the Empire of Saint Reims, frowned and asked his butler.
"It was a last-minute decision by His Majesty. The mercenary refused the Saint-Remain nationality, so His Majesty cancelled the original reward and changed it to the current territory of Oditore."
The old butler bowed his head and replied.
"You may leave."
Stu turned his gaze to the window. The expression on his face was twisted with anger the moment he turned around.
Outside the window, Princess Flora's palace looked exceptionally beautiful under the setting sun. But Stu did not care about it at all. He turned around and strode downstairs.
"Prepare the horse. Let's go to the Cecil Palace!"
Although his pace was fast, he maintained the proper posture of a member of the royal family. But today, he seemed to be thinking about something and was obviously not paying attention.
"Wait!
Cancel it. There's no need to go. "
He suddenly stopped and frowned in deep thought. He then gave up on the idea of looking for his father.
"Father, what are you thinking!?"
He muttered in annoyance, turned around, and hurriedly walked back to his bedroom.
At the same time, in Princess Flora's bedroom, a similar scene was happening.
The princess in a milky white dress seemed to be troubled by something. Her pale face did not seem to have any color. But this was in line with the aesthetic of the Saint-Remain nobles. It seemed that the fairer a woman was, the more sought after she was. Ever since Flora became an adult, countless nobles had used all kinds of reasons to invite the slender "Snow White" to hunt, play, or attend all kinds of banquets.
But without exception, all of them returned disappointed.
It seemed that no one could control the temper of the Empire's princess. There was no other reason. Almost everyone who was invited by Flora to attend her banquets or other activities would be "messed with" by this eccentric princess!
That's right!
This pitiful and lovable girl's biggest hobby was to mess with others!
At a banquet, she would secretly order her servant to release a scary hunting dog to scare the other nobles. She would even put a live mouse in the dinner of a nobleman who seemed to be plotting against her and almost jumped off the second floor. That was something she was most proud of.
No matter what, Flora's identity had already determined that she would not have a bad life. But it was obvious that Flora was not in a good mood today.
Because it was the first time she was humiliated.
Sitting on the soft couch with the doll in her arms, Flora's slender legs were casually placed on it. Her dress was also crooked. She did not look like a noble lady at all. Instead, there was a sense of unruliness in her sickly beauty. It was a kind of arrogance that said, "I'm not afraid of anything, I'm the greatest."
Her sky blue eyes stared at the doll in her hands. Suddenly, she said, "Why didn't he come to me like the other nobles when I said that?"
The doll did not move.
"He's not a noble?
That's impossible. He's the only person I've ever seen that is second only to my father. "
Flora looked at the doll in a daze, but her expression was very serious.
"He gives me the feeling that he's more reserved. He's like that old grandpa next to my father."
She reached out to pinch the doll's nose and continued.
"He kissed a woman in front of me. That's disgusting!"
"They were hugging each other!
Hmph! "
"Disgusting!
Disgusting!
Blargh … "
She pretended to vomit and lied down next to the doll.
"It wasn't easy for us to be in a good mood today, but he ruined it!"
After a moment of silence.
"But his eyes are so scary … I feel like I can't say anything when he looks at me … Why?!"
She waved the doll in her hands.
"You don't know?
Sigh, I don't know either … But he's really scary … "
"Go find him?"
Flora wrinkled her nose and looked like she was in a difficult position.
"Fine, I'll send someone to investigate him!
Hmph … "
After that, she raised her legs without a care for her image. Her skirt slid down and revealed her extremely long and slender legs. Then, she abruptly flipped herself up like a carp. Her long hair fluttered in the wind. She was barefooted and stood on the bed with her messy skirt.
"Hmph!
I'm the best!
I'm not afraid of anyone! "
Although Many had a happy event today, he did not show any signs of happiness on his face. He seemed to be able to control his emotions more and more.
His cheeks were obviously very young, but many of them gave off a feeling of wisdom and wisdom. More obviously, there was a sense of confidence and confidence in himself.
After Daugen finished his sniping test, he remembered that he had helped Many make something else. It was a brand new hidden blade that Daugen had created based on Many's original hidden blades!
Daugen used his exquisite craftsmanship to strengthen the exquisite hidden blade with extra Mithril. At the same time, Madam Vasaki also "conveniently" carved a magic circle on it. This hidden blade could now be called a first-rate assassination weapon in the continent!
Many only had endless gratitude in his heart.
After Madam Vasaki finished her work, she said goodbye and hurried back to Sibor. Daugen, on the other hand, dragged Noda to find a drink. Many and Sylvia held Salia's hand and returned to Victoria's camp. As soon as they entered the door, they saw Becky talking to Henry.
After entering the door, Karolina silently returned to her room. She seemed to be like a shadow, silently following outside for a long time without saying anything.
Becky still had that cold and emotionless expression on her face. Sister Susan stood quietly at the side. When she saw Many return, she smiled and nodded.
Henry listened to Becky's words with respect. Just from his posture, one could tell that he was very focused.
Many gestured for the two girls to keep quiet. Then, he pulled them past Henry and Becky without disturbing them.
It was clear that Becky was performing the Praise of Light. Henry listened with a devout expression, and from time to time, he followed Becky and drew a cross in front of his chest.
The undead was performing the Praise of Light?
Many of them laughed in their hearts. They really didn't know how coincidental and unbelievable this matter was!
After sending the two girls back to their room, Many was about to enter his own room when he suddenly heard someone calling him.
He turned around and found that it was Sister Susan who invited him to the living room. Bishop Becky seemed to have something to say to him.
Many did not hesitate, nodded and followed her to the living room.
At this moment, Henry seemed to have finished performing the Praise of Light. He sat quietly on the chair.
"Many, can you tell me why Henry is an undead?"
Becky was still dressed in her black robe, and asked after Many sat down.
"I think Henry has to say this personally. Although the news of the undead attack has spread like wildfire, I think Lord Bishop should understand what kind of person Henry is." Many people were stunned for a moment before they said without hesitation, "I think Lord Bishop should know what kind of person Henry is."
"No. What I saw was only a part of reality."
Becky did not go along with Many's words. She pointed at Henry. "According to what the arbiters said, I would be the first to purify Henry the moment he appears before me."
"But?" Many raised a brow.
"But I sensed the 'shackles' on his body just now. In other words, he isn't a complete undead, but one modified by a necromancer's' Soul Shackles'. Perhaps it's more appropriate to call him a 'Soul Puppet'."
Becky suddenly became more talkative, as if a topic that interested her was mentioned.
Henry, who was sitting at the side, was silent. His grayish-white eyes looked a little dim under the hood.
"'Soul Shackle' is a very evil and high-level spell. It's usually used to shackle powerful professionals, and it's also one of the few spells that requires multiple high-level necromancers to cast together."
"Henry's body has such shackles. I'm a Shadow Priest and am more sensitive to such spells, which is why I noticed it."
Becky seemed to become more talkative when it came to such matters, but it appeared that her passion was only limited to those creepy spells.
"So what do you mean?" Many straightened their bodies.
"As long as the shackles exist, he would obey the orders of the lich that controls his remaining soul. But I could borrow its power to remove the shackles."
She pointed at the black tome in her hand.
Many did not answer Becky, but turned to Henry instead. "You decide."
Henry raised his head and nodded gratefully at the fact that he was given the choice. He then immediately got up and knelt on one knee in front of Becky and said, "Your Eminence, I beg you to release me from the shackles!"
"I agree to your request, Your Excellency Henry. May the Holy Light bless you."
Becky nodded, before turning to Many. "But before I remove the shackles, I have another request."
"Please."