Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 215 True Faith, Steel, and Black Powder
The smoke lingered on the battlefield at dawn for a long time, and the powerful force used the hot iron to dissipate the terrifying Chaos demons. Even the Tzeentch Demon Army quickly realized that the effect of black powder cannons on demons was surprisingly good .

Although the power cannot be destroyed sometimes, the devil is not completely without the need for physical flesh and blood, especially when the wind of magic is not strong enough, the magic set by the devil secretary to kill King Lawn is now troubled by him.

On the giant ship, the gunner reported. "Hit the bomb, wipe out 6 enemies, reload, and aim."

"shoot!"

The smoke filled the side of the ship again, and the powerful firepower fell on the body of the demon like the thunder and lightning from the gods, and the arm of the demon secretary who had just attacked Lawn was also cracked and melted like cream .

He was hit by Roel's flintlock, he could feel a piece of his soul being sliced ​​off, even his powerful demonic magic couldn't regenerate his arm, anger, fear, disgust grew in his heart, he had to give up The plan to slay the Bretonnian king ran backwards.

He is afraid, he is afraid of death, just like those damned demons, they desire people's flesh and blood, but also fear that they will disappear for a long time. After the real threatening existence takes action, his bad character will reappear.

King Lawn pushed the weak Quebis away now, his angry blade had been thrown, yes, thrown...

The sharp weapon with the power of the Holy Grail Knight pierced through the head of the demon clerk in an instant. King Lawn strode forward and pulled out the sword of Cologne from the demon's head. Terrible blood drenched the silver blade, Until the demons next to him dared not look directly at the King of Bretonnia.

Of course, Lawn is very grateful to Roel, but now he needs to clean up this group of damn things, chop, stab, behead, and move around. Originally, he was not considered a heavy armor among knights, but now he is more powerful than mortals. His powerful power and speed will wipe out everything that blocks him.

He is unstoppable, even a demon without will will fear him, be afraid of him, he is invincible and invincible, King Lawn is such an existence, the lady of the lake loves him.

But fate destined him to fall into the sand, but everything about him might fall into Roel's hands again at that time.

Seeing the situation on the battlefield brighten up instantly, Roel sat on the deck, his body wrapped in sleepiness, and he was exhausted after a little slack, sitting on the ground wearily, drinking the hot tea handed by his servant.

As a duke, he has reached his limit, the plans of the Chaos Gods are still going on, and the victory of Colony cannot hinder the invasion of Chaos. When he finally got here, reality began to hit him again.

Roel opened his system and looked at the bright skills on it, but the skills for group magic attacks did not exist. He was a little unhappy, but he had no choice but to watch the Holy Grail Knight and the Blood Knight form a battle line. Rip the demon's defenses.

To be honest, the black powder that he has been relying on is useless now?
No, absolutely not, he put away his sleepiness and walked towards Colony. At this moment, the battlefield was over, and there were ruins and ruins all over the ground, as well as the remains of demons and humans. Everyone looked at the huge ship with fear. Worship.

Not even the dukes had seen such a creation, crazy, terrifying, and... powerful.

When Roel walked up and down the ship, his temperament and the thick dark circles under his eyes made people wonder whether he was resurrected from the dead. After all, he had just been attacked by the magic power of chaos, he had not slept all night, and he was fighting with demons. He was still a mortal. Roel also knew that his physical limit was only so much.

Nok, Alimara, guards, and Elena, who participated in the battle, all hurried forward to surround Roel, but Lord Musilon was in a very bad mood, and he just spoke to everyone.

"I need holy water, the most everything, the silverware of blessings, the things that people believe in, everything..."

There is a crazy idea in his mind, it may be useless, or it may be the best hope for Bretonnia to tide over the difficulties, others don't understand why the duke would shout like this, and they don't dare to mobilize the ladies at will, blessing weapons It is their last bottom line against the devil.

But they didn't dare to disobey the Duke, and everything fell on King Lawn. He was covered in mud, tired, and his armor was wet with blood. He looked like a devil, but his expression was still peaceful.

As a thank you for saving him just now, Lawn naturally donated generously. "All, let him use all of Colony. If Duke Musilon can perform miracles, let him try!"

This sentence caused a thousand waves of waves, and the people of the entire Cologne took action. A large amount of holy water and silverware were imported into Roel's battleship, and the battleship was stored in a large blacksmith shop enough for a hundred people. Ding Ding Ding The sound of Dang came from the inside of the ship extremely quickly, and the sound of metal impact permeated the vicinity with a sense of rhythm, which made people feel depressing.

Afterwards, King Lawn held a strategic meeting again, and the castle was full of knights. They were uneasy, doubting whether they would survive, doubting whether Cologne would be here forever, but they dared not speak out.

Roel squeezed away those damned idiot knights and pointed at the strategy map. "Three demon rituals, I got rid of one, but I saw a huge demon army through the ritual, it was Tzeentch, he was planning to destroy Bretonnia, I saw it, I saw it..."

"The boss leading the team is Carlos the Life Weaver!"

One sentence made the Duke and the knights break out in cold sweat. In the existence of the Chaos Demon, Carlos is countless times better than other demons...

The knights chirped and discussed how to survive, but King Lawn couldn't bear such words and shouted.

"All stop!"

One sentence calmed down all the people here, the knights lowered their heads, the pressure from the big devil made their tense spirits even worse, the reality is indeed the case...

exclaimed Duke Bordereau. "Prepare cannons, explosives, Holy Grail Knights, I will let the peasants who follow me strengthen the city's defenses."

said the Duke of Brionne. "I will write marching poems, songs of warriors and victories, and let the honor of Bretonnia shine on the field of battle."

Even the Duke of Lyonis nodded this time. "King, let me attend and kill those things."

Duke Gisoleo looked at the book, which contained the expenses and payments needed for the war.

"Let me calculate the logistics. This is the only way for me, an old knight, to help you."

Roel, Duke of Musillon, patted the table. "I have a plan that allows mortals to injure demons, and Bretonnia will continue to exist until those demons leave the physical world."

"During this time, I hope you will help me to counterattack the two sources of demons after my experiment is successful..."

King Lawn nodded. "With all of you here again, Bretonnia is invincible!"

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Having said that, the dukes are not of one mind. If the situation on the battlefield is satisfactory, Roel will shoot at the Duke of Lyonis, and the Duke of Boldero may be killed by the greedy guy. King Lawn's pent-up feud may also explode.

It seems to be united, but the gap between people is still huge. When the forces of chaos penetrate deep into Bretonnia and Colony, things will only get worse and worse.

Roel knew very well that he would leave here as soon as the assembly was over and go to his battleship. His worst plan would always be the fall of Cologne, and now he couldn't even trust such a knight.

He went to his room and took out one of the nine volumes that had been stained with a lot of dust since he hadn't read it for a long time. It was ridiculous to say that he now had to use the magic power of Chaos to resist the invasion of Chaos.

He looked at the content above, flipping through the pages of the ancient book with his fingers, page by page, page by page, and stopped his flipping when his eyes saw familiar content.

His fingers rested on the spell that he had read countless times, the spell that channeled magic into objects, the spell that created the black pyramid.

This is not a particularly complicated thing, but he wants to simplify it again, transforming the holy water and silver products full of the power of faith into something that can hold the magic power of chaos, and then use it as a filler for shells and firearms.

This is a terrifying spell that is too crazy to understand, and it will be cast again and again to create a large number. Roel is not sure if he can sustain it, but he still does not want to use magic.

His fear of the power of Chaos was deep in his bones, because he had tasted that taste, he must not be arrogant about those things, and felt that he could dominate them.

"Gods of the world, lady of the lake, if you can hear me, please give me something. I will perform the most dangerous spell. When the matter is over, I hope those things will not become demons..."

Once bitten, twice shy.Roel took out many statues, god statues, and a large number of runes to paste in his room. His servants continuously sent hollow ammunition, and he slowly filled those things, and then lead bullets, bombs, and shells were all transformed, Stuffed with countless holy water, silver pills, prayers, and runes.

Roel concentrated all his attention, and the wind of chaos that had not been refined by this world directly began to enter the weapon. Sweat flowed from his forehead, and colorful lights flowed in his eyes.

This is the first time he has used the magic of chaos, which is equivalent to using the full power of the eight winds at once, which is almost impossible for mortals, and even the most skilled elf mages need hundreds of years of training.

To be honest, there is not much difference between Roel and a normal mage. The power of magic will definitely affect him gradually, but in order to survive, he can only find various means to strengthen himself.

The colorful chaotic power gradually entered into those things. It was hard to imagine that the things that made this world terrible and bad looked so beautiful at this moment, like a rainbow made of liquid.

But beautiful things are crazy when they reach the extreme, and the feelings represented by the Chaos Gods are also absolutely good feelings before they reach the extreme.

In order to stop the terrible power of destruction, such things are now brought to use.

Roel was panting heavily, and the use of Bafeng had a great impact on him. Sweat flowed from his forehead, his back was also wet, and his clothes were completely transparent and translucent.

At the same time, the ridicule of the gods, soliloquy, hallucinations and terrible feelings are constantly sprouting, he still needs to keep calm, if it is not for the time and experience of his two lifetimes to strengthen his heart, he may already be insane, at least Crazy, or become a chaotic egg.

Countless chaotic forces were introduced into those projectiles through the body, and the ammunition covering half a room was "made". Roel lay weakly on the ground. His luck was very good, and no obvious mutation occurred, but next time, next time Not necessarily.

"Come here, take the weapon and give it to the guards and gunners. I want to sleep for a while. You find a place to find some demons to test the power, record it and report to me..."

He was sleepy, lying on the bed, and he was hiding this action from everyone, even Elena. When the servants left with boxes of ammunition, Elena sneaked into the room, her sensitive elf Senses become more sensitive after becoming vampire.

She felt it early, but she couldn't speak, she just supported Roel silently, made tea for him, covered it with a pot to keep it warm, looked at the sleeping, insecure guy, and took out her dagger.

But in front of the city of Cologne today, the guards looked at the demons wandering in the distance with trepidation. Only the things that existed in mythology, history, or adventure stories appeared alive in front of mortals. The soldiers of Cologne are now ugly In contrast, it is already obvious how powerful the guard team cultivated by Roel is.

The guards now have new ammunition, and their worship and even belief in the existence of the lord makes their fear of demons seem worthless.

As long as Roel said they could kill demons, they could.

Even if they didn't change the bullets, they would probably attack those terrible things without hesitation.

Sharks of the shining sky and twisted fear monsters play in the forest. When they feel the breath of living people, they charge like zombies, because mortals cannot kill them, and they have no scruples about the guards. They look forward to and want to kill Their.

But when the first shot was fired, there was the sound of the battleship's gunfire, and after the smoke, the huge lethality radiated from the demon's body, and those things immediately realized that something was wrong...

Their companions simply dissipated, killed by mortals? !
They retreated immediately, but the red-eyed guards didn't care about the emotion on the other side. Ya Ma charged away with a bayonet in his hand. With the blessing of faith and fear of the devil, they stupidly fought the devil hand-to-hand.

To be honest, this behavior should be stupid and smart. Smart is okay to face any enemy with their style of play, and they can win. Stupid is the devil on the opposite side...

Those treacherous things turned their heads immediately when they saw humans charging without reloading, because they could feel that the bayonet was just a mortal iron...

But a moment later, the blade of faith pierced the flesh of the Chaos Daemons, killing them...

The sleeping Roel didn't notice at this moment that there was a sound coming from his system.

[Obtain hidden technology, faith, steel, black powder.

Effect, all firearms units, can cause magic attacks. 】

(End of this chapter)