Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 544 - 542: Three Thousand Six Hundred Shots in a Second, Great Compassion Saves the World

Chapter 544: Chapter 542: Three Thousand Six Hundred Shots in a Second, Great Compassion Saves the World

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Metallic bullets struck Franklin’s body, continuously exploding, tearing his flesh and splattering blood, yet they did not harm him fundamentally, merely causing him to stagger.

Despite staggering, Franklin continued to close in on the people in the secret room. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

The masked person in the secret room raised an eyebrow and without saying anything, flicked a finger and pressed something on the machinery in front of him, producing a "click, click" sound.

The next moment, bullets flying from the machinery greatly increased in number, then increased again.

If the previous bullets were a drizzle, now they became a wild storm, and then a torrential downpour!

Countless metallic bullets nearly merged into a single line, continuously and unendingly exploding on Franklin’s body, exploding again and again.

Earlier, Franklin had managed to advance three meters despite the bullets, now he was blown back seven or eight meters. The bullets, as fast as illusions, bombed his body in bursts, like knives performing a slow, torturous execution, each strike taking away large chunks of flesh.

"No!"

Franklin roared, his body flickering with light as if he was about to retaliate, but under the onslaught of the unyielding torrent of bullets, he seemed more like in a death throes struggle.

Under the onslaught of 3,600 magic bullets per minute, any resistance was futile!

"Pup pup pup pup!"

The bullets kept hitting Franklin’s body, taking away more and more flesh, until eventually, all flesh was gone, revealing grim white bones.

Franklin screamed repeatedly, thereafter his voice grew weaker, and finally, he turned into a gruesome skeletal corpse.

"Bang!"

Franklin’s unrecognizable corpse fell to the ground and scattered, the sound echoing down the corridor—unbeknownst when, the machinery controlled by the masked person in the secret room had stopped, and the entire corridor was deadly silent.

...

"Tap tap tap..."

Richard stood up and walked out of the secret room, stepping over the bloody bits of flesh that littered the floor, checking the bodies step by step, confirming after a moment: none were alive.

That was the expected outcome.

After all, this was his home ground, and he was well-prepared, using a baiting tactic to deal with a dozen wizards, which was simply too easy. Even without the magic bullets and magic firearms, he had multiple options to choose from: like the upgraded fungal spores, powerful explosives, or simply burying them alive.

For him, being prepared and unprepared were two extremes.

Being unprepared, he could at most exhibit outstanding individual physical strength, but with preparation, there was no enemy he feared—not even a god—if gods really did exist, given enough time and right conditions, he was confident he could defeat or even kill such an adversary.

So, regarding the situation before him, he wasn’t surprised at all, but rather, felt a bit regretful. Because... it was such a waste of bullets.

Hmm, it was such a waste of bullets, really.

This time, the killing had depleted almost half of his Magic Bullet supply in just a few seconds. It’s worth noting that these were prepared after a long time, and even then, only possible with the exploitation of Pandora’s labor—without Pandora’s metal shaping ability, whether it’s mass production of Magic Bullets or Alloy Bullets, or processing of Magic Guns, would encounter significant difficulties.

However, looking at the results, it was not insignificant; all the wizards were now eliminated, and even though the last wizard used some unknown method to become incredibly powerful, he couldn’t withstand the rapid firing mode of the Magic Gun.

This completely verified the power of the Magic Gun in actual combat, and it could be said to be invincible.

Of course, he was also aware that the use of Magic Guns had certain limitations. In the narrow corridor he had specifically designed, the wizards from the Mysterious Organization could not dodge, which naturally produced the best effect. In an open area, the effectiveness would be diminished.

In an open environment, he could, at best, rely on a surprise attack to unexpectedly kill a few wizards. Once the wizards became alert and dispersed, it would be difficult to hit the target since the bullets did not have tracking capabilities. And if the opposing wizards were clever enough to use specific Attack Magic against the Magic Guns, they would instantly be neutralized.

In reality, the more powerful a tool is, the more specific conditions are needed to maximize its effectiveness.

Take a sniper rifle, for example; each use requires a specific calibration. Like in the movies, the quick assembly after disassembly followed by a perfect shot to kill the target is virtually impossible. The most likely scenario is that the sniper locks onto the robber’s chest through the scope and then, with a pull of the trigger, the hostage’s head bursts open like a watermelon.

In reality, sniper rifles are very complex and cumbersome firearms, and even without disassembly, when using them across different regions, factors like humidity and gravity vary, necessitating recalibration to achieve optimal effectiveness.

Therefore, choosing different tools according to the environment, or conversely, selecting the most suitable environment to maximize the effectiveness of a tool, is the scientific approach.

On the other hand, forcing a tool to adapt to all environments and expecting it to perform effectively in any situation is too demanding and unrewarding.

Even the "kings of the land" on modern Earth—the tanks—are developed and used based on regional environments. Moving a main battle tank from a high-latitude cold country to a low-latitude humid environment would lead to a damage rate beyond imagination.

Thus, Magic Guns, like Fungal Spores Biological Weapons, are very powerful, but need controlled use.

Thinking about this, Richard stepped out from the corridor to the ground.

On the ground, Pandora emerged from somewhere holding a massive firearm. It was called a firearm, but that wasn’t quite accurate; the barrel was short and thick, almost big enough to fit a baby into. For reinforcement, the barrel was wrapped with several Iron Rings, making it look more like a cannon—summarily, a hand-held cannon.

Pandora surveyed the yard, ruined by the wizards, with great vigilance, her face tight. Hearing steps from inside the room, she swiftly turned the cannon towards the sound, ready to fire the built-in, lead ball-sized heavy Bullet.

Fortunately, Richard quickly called out, "It’s me!"

"Scared—" Pandora stuck out her tongue and quickly lowered the hand cannon, looking towards Richard.

Richard looked at Pandora and, not minding the near mishap of friendly fire, asked, "Is there anyone else besides me who came out?"

"No," Pandora shook her head in response.

"Did anyone from the street come in after?"

"None," Pandora shook her head again.

"That’s for the best," Richard responded, squinting his eyes and murmuring to himself, "Although it’s certain that the Mysterious Organization has more people, those who participated in this operation must be just these. After eliminating all of them, for a while, it should be quite safe for us since it would be difficult for them to find any related clues.

Besides, from the rings these dead people carried, there should be a lot of information about the Black Spirit Empire and the Black Spirit King’s Treasure. If that could be sorted out, perhaps a discovery could be made..."

At the end, Richard’s eyes shimmered with a hint of excitement.

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