Chapter 389 Bullet Rain

"Damn thing!"

The Jackal leader waved his claws and roared at the fleet that was only 500 meters away from him.

He saw it, and saw that the people standing among those steel creations were humans.

Despicable humans, humans who are unwilling to come down with them for a head-on battle. If they come down, I will tear them to pieces!

"Come down, come down and fight me!"

Those... humans in gray.

There is no shining armor, no sword or crossbow, but it controls weapons it has never seen before.

The light fell on the gnoll team under him, and a large number of young and middle-aged gnolls were killed, which made his heart bleed.

No, fighting isn't supposed to be like this.

The worst thing he could have imagined was that a large army would press forward, with one side attacking and the other defending.

Its pack faced an arriving army, a force equipped with siege engines both near and far.

No, fighting isn't supposed to be like this.

But what came to deal with him now was a fleet that descended from the sky. They stood overlooking the camp from a high altitude, and there was no mercy or cruelty in their eyes.

Just doing a job they were supposed to do.

"Clan leader, we...we can't reach them!"

The jackal captain reported the results of the battle to him. Under the heat of the light stream just now, even the slightly brave jackals came down from the tower.

Most of the gnolls stationed in the camp found a place they thought was safe to hide to avoid the fire from the sky. The big goblins were running around shouting,

What answered its anger was the flash of fire from the muzzle. A flash of light and smoke disappeared in the air, and the two artillery cruisers fired continuously with a total of twelve 75mm guns.

Unseen, unobservable.

But the other party must have launched an attack, and its intuition told it clearly.

"Hide, everyone hide, wait until they get to the ground and then we will come out and give them a fatal blow!"

The clan leader roared, grabbing a trembling Goblin mage and following him. These Goblin mages had witnessed everything, and their greatest courage was to just follow him and run out of the barracks.

"You losers, fight back. We jackals didn't accept you so that you could watch us die from behind!"

"Sir... we really can't reach it... a hundred meters is the limit."

The captured Goblin Mage cried with a mournful face and begged in a high-pitched voice. The attack distance of the mages was not as far as that of the archers.

At least that's the case at this stage... In the future, all professions will eventually converge into the same source, and what differentiates them is just the way each profession uses their abilities.

"Shi..."

The Jackal Captain opened his mouth, wanting to persuade his clan leader to also evade to avoid the coming blow.

But the attack from the territorial troops had already arrived. Its head exploded with a cracking sound, and the red and white things inside also exploded and scattered.

It vaguely saw a golden light flashing on the ground behind the Jackal Captain, and something penetrated it, killing the Jackal Captain of its own tribe.

The Goblin soldiers running on the road outside the barracks seemed to have been knocked down by invisible scepters, and fell to the ground wailing. The clan leader saw that there were several wounds on their thin bodies that could not contain the continuous flow of blood.

Both the jackal and the big goblin fell down inexplicably while running, lying on the ground bleeding profusely.

Some lucky ones didn't die, they were lucky enough to be alive... just waiting for their own relief.

No one has the ability to remove the lead shrapnel from their bodies. The rain of bullets pours out death, and the shrapnel carrying fatal kinetic energy will tear apart all enemies in front of them.

Like an invisible rain of arrows falling from the sky, all exposed enemies will be nailed to the ground.

it hurts...

Something penetrated his fur...so fast that he couldn't see it...

The clan leader touched his somewhat dented breastplate and took out a dark gray metal object slightly larger than his fingertips.

It was this armor that helped him resist the shrapnel that should have entered its body.

The soft metal deformed and softened in front of the breastplate, leaving a dent visible to the naked eye.

It imagined such an arrow rolling through the flesh, drawing a trail of blood...

Penetrating, deforming, tearing flesh and blood.

The invisible arrows passed through the air and turned into long blades, penetrating the flesh and blood bodies within the range, lead bullets.

(I’ll take a day off tomorrow to spit out my soul. The author’s mental state is not very good recently... By the way, I’m going to prepare the content for the next volume!)

(The next volume is a copy! Akimbo!)