1222 Chapter 1222: Mistake

Aslan was well aware of Garcia's attitude.

The mortar was set up, and Aslan took hold of the ball with the wizard's hand, put it in the muzzle, and let it slide down.

"How much does the shell weigh?"

The falling shell hit the firing pin at the bottom and made a bang. It was not as loud as the previous artillery. The flying speed of the shell was not as fast as that of conventional artillery. With the strength of a mentor-level powerhouse, the flight trajectory of the shell could be seen completely. .

The shell landed on a hillside and immediately made a small crater, but most of the surrounding trees almost collapsed.

Garcia's eyes widened immediately. If such a shell fell on the crowd, its lethality would be unimaginable.

"The cannonball weighs thirty-two catties!"

After Aslan finished speaking, he adjusted the muzzle again.

"Can you determine the power?" Bishop Ella asked.

Aslan immediately took out seven or eight pairs of knight armor, six of which were engraved with magic circuits.

"Great work!" Bishop Ella said.

Aslan smiled wryly, "This is the only way to test the power of the cannonball. I also spent my money."

The two turned their attention to Garcia in the next moment. Obviously, this was to let Garcia put the armor on, and at the same time let him activate the magic circuit on the armor at close range.

Garcia smiled awkwardly, took the knight armor and flew towards the area that just exploded.

"For the advanced meditation potion! I endure it."

After placing the eight sets of armor in a circle, he immediately left a mental imprint. After retreating to tens of meters, he wanted to observe the power of the artillery at a close distance.

After calibrating the position of the artillery, Aslan put a shell into the muzzle, and then the familiar sound of the cannon sounded, this time the shell flew directly out of the valley.

Bishop Ella subconsciously looked at Aslan.

Aslan scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Accident!"

Bishop Ella didn't pay much attention to it. It's normal to have any accidents when experimenting with weapons, so from the beginning, the magic shields on their bodies have not dissipated.

Garcia and Bishop Ella hadn't thought about what was going on on the other side of the valley.

The shells that crossed the valley fell directly into a secret camp of the rebel army. They were training in formation at this time, and the shells fell directly into the queue.

Using the power of the shells to the extreme, a queue of a hundred people was blown upside down in an instant. The soldiers in the center of the explosion were almost dead, and the surrounding soldiers were killed and injured countless times. The outermost soldiers could still lie on the ground and howl.

This scene stunned the officers not far away. They didn't understand what the explosion was just now?

"Go and ask Her Excellency Himmler immediately."

The officer froze for a moment, and was finally awakened by the unstoppable wailing, and shouted loudly: "Why are you all standing still, treat the wounded immediately, and prepare to evacuate the camp."

The soldiers in another queue suddenly woke up and ran towards the comrades who were lying on the ground, but only halfway through, many recruits lay on the ground and vomited.

It was really disgusting, with limbs and arms scattered all over the place, it was like Shura hell.

Aslan didn't know about it yet, and was doing artillery testing by himself.

The real purpose of that military camp was for concealment, and the site was chosen far away from the village and tribes. Bishop Ella naturally would not have thought that there was a military camp behind the valley.

The most important thing is that Aslan manipulated the shell that missed, otherwise it would not have been able to fly that far.

Then two more shots were fired, and eight sets of armor were brought back.

"The first two sets of armor without magic circuits represent the second-tier and third-tier professionals."

After Aslan finished speaking, he threw the two tattered armors aside. It was obvious that a professional of this level would have no power to resist in front of a 120mm mortar.

Bishop Garcia and Ella nodded in satisfaction.

"This is the armor representing Tier 4 professionals. Although it is not as tattered as the previous two, judging from the degree of damage, it is difficult to escape death without preparation."

After Aslan finished speaking, he looked at the remaining four sets of armor. Except for one that was damaged, the others were all in good condition, with only a few scratches at most.

This was as expected by Aslan, but he patiently explained to Bishop Garcia and Ella.

Obviously, such power still cannot satisfy Bishop Ella.

He has a report on the power of the artillery in the Outer Continent War. Some of the artillery in the Outer Continent can even kill mentor-level powerhouses with one shot. This kind of artillery that can only cause damage to low-level professionals is simply scum.

"The power is a bit small!" Bishop Ella said.

Aslan said with a wry smile: "This is just an experimental product. As the caliber of the artillery increases, its power will also increase. I believe that as long as the caliber is increased to a certain level, even the mentor-level powerhouse can be instantly killed."

Bishop Ella nodded in satisfaction, which was the same as the intelligence data.

"Then when will such artillery be produced?"

Aslan shook his head with a wry smile.

"With current technology, it's too difficult."

Garcia, who was next to him, had already had turbulent waves in his heart, and at the same time, he was also terrified of the war on the mainland.

It turns out that the Outer Continent has developed this terrifying new weapon.

No wonder the ancient empire and Langebel kingdom lost one after another.

The judgment of the church is indeed correct. If you continue to work behind closed doors, the central countries will be finished sooner or later.

Bishop Ella took this matter down silently. Sure enough, if he wants to develop thermal weapons, he must vigorously develop heavy industry.

This is also another goal of Aslan. The central countries have reached a cooperation with the elves on the surface, but in fact the relationship between the two parties is not tacit, and conflicts break out from time to time.

With the development of industry, the pollution of the environment has become more and more serious, and the contradiction with the elves has naturally become irreconcilable, and violent conflicts will inevitably erupt between the two.

Rebels!

Elves!

Aslan thought about it and couldn't help smiling.

Bishop Ella noticed the smile on Aslan's face and asked curiously. "What is Amuro thinking? So happy."

Aslan did not hide anything, and said excitedly: "I suddenly have a big idea, if this cannon is enlarged ten times, what power will it be?"

Bishop Ella also had bright eyes, while Garcia shuddered.

"who?"

Aslan, who was originally smiling, suddenly became serious, and shouted loudly.

Immediately a thunder shot out from his palm.

The thunder hit the magic shield, arousing the defense of the magic shield, and the short-lived light revealed the position of the comer.

This time, even Bishop Ella and Garcia saw it.

Garcia, who was born as a professional soldier, had the quickest reaction and rushed straight to the target. At the same time, countless small wind blades condensed around his body and shot towards the target.

The decisive and ruthless shot made Aslan have to admire Garcia's rich combat experience.

The infiltrator was Himmler. He had only come to investigate the situation, but was attacked instead.