Pirate Kingship-Chapter 734 - 482: Witch Ascension, Mass–Energy Equation (6200)!

The marines on the Ox City had been holding back their frustration for a whole day, lacking a proper opportunity to unleash their skills in a series of battles.

At this moment, upon receiving the command from Commander Beast Nemesis Wickliffe to board and engage, they were already lined up on deck, holding their guns with high morale.

They raised their flintlock guns, confidently preparing to unleash concentrated fire on the Hightins People.

They wanted to show these country bumpkins of the Kingdom of Hightins, whose ancestors were all pirates, what the invincible Marine Musketeer Corps truly meant!

The People of Castilia certainly had reasons to be proud.

Firing a flintlock gun involved 12 steps in total, and ordinary musketeers achieved a shooting rate of about 2 shots per minute, while elite ones managed 3 shots.

Yet, every member of their Treasure Fleet could achieve 3 shots, and sometimes even 4.

If a nation or force lacked enough guns, gunpowder, and money, they simply couldn't train such elite soldiers.

Furthermore, time in boarding battles was extremely tight, with fights immediately transitioning to sword combat after a round or two of gunfire.

The Castilia Saber Technique they diligently practiced was famous across nations for its swordsmanship in such scenarios, more intricate than the Fisher Swordsmanship used by pirates.

These two elements were the basis for the Kingdom of Castilia's dominance during the Great Nautical Age.

They believed this time would be no different, and were determined to use these two winning treasures to show these Hightins People what brutality truly meant!

The only concern was that they had never, like today, had to look up to see their enemy.

This might still be a sea fortress battle familiar to them, but this time they were the attacking force, which made these Castilia soldiers feel quite uneasy.

Especially when the original small cruiser suddenly transformed into a Third Level Battleship, resembling a giant more than the Ox City.

The prematurely activated transcendent ability Gigantophobia became a boomerang, heavily striking back on their own heads.

Even with the First Garen Sailing Ship's home-court effect protecting them, their faces turned pale with fear.

Then they saw a heap of gun barrels that appeared quite different from the flintlock guns in their hands, dominantly pointed down at them.

"Courting death!"

"Open fire!"

Fearing and enraged, the Castilia Marine Corps hastily ignored any issues of timing, not caring whether the opponents had fully revealed themselves.

They immediately fired first upon the massive Third Level Battleship across.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!...

Smoke rose, yet not a single crew member on the Golden Deer, whose face was excessively pale, fell.

Some even calmly picked the lead bullets embedded in their sternum and threw them to the ground, without shedding a drop of blood.

The Golden Deer currently had an official crew of 450 people, roughly half sailors and half marines.

Everyone was part of Byron's elite Death Wings, meticulously selected through the Captain 721 Fission Mode, versatile in combat.

During naval battles, they served as the navy; in land battles, they were the army.

To preserve these valuable gems, Byron had spent half of his 882 Aztec Cursed Gold Coins on them.

Thus forming the Heroic Guards with the strongest resistance to physical damage from swords and guns!

Even boldly standing there shouting, "I'll let you shoot first," wouldn't affect the battle.

It even had an inherent psychological impact, breaking down the enemy before exerting any real effort.

Sailor Chief Honest Man Eight Fingers shouted loudly:

"Counterattack, rapid fire!"

Before the Castilia People, who had just finished firing one round, could reload, the ship erupted with a barrage of gunfire.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!...

Not even comparing the accuracy brought by the rifled barrel and conical bullet of the bolt-action rifle.

Simply considering firing speed, as long as the team members were quick with their hands, they could easily fire 40 rounds per minute, nearly twenty times the firing rate of flintlock guns.

With just three to five guns, they could create a barrage; hundreds of bolt-action rifles shooting together immediately presented the astonishing momentum of a thousand troops' concentrated fire.

"Ah!"

"Such... accurate guns!"

Many were shot in vital points in their chests, tilting their heads, they fell to the ground.

After a round of gunfire, the "invincible" Castilia Marine Corps suddenly toppled into a heap.

Only then did they realize that engaging in a gunfight with the Golden Deer might not have been a wise choice, but it was too late to regret.

Both weapons and transcendent abilities act as levers, allowing humans to use their meager forces to wield greater energy, significantly boosting human combat abilities.

The evolution of weaponry continually extends this lever, using smaller forces to wield greater external force.

The introduction of bolt-action rifles obviously caused a significant rise in the importance of ordinary soldiers, no longer mere "lined-up execution" cannon fodder musketeers, but a modern group of soldiers.

Their combat ability may not be exaggeratedly twenty times higher than traditional methods, but a fivefold increase from 1 to 5 would absolutely be possible.

Facing such a battalion in the future, the Fifth Order Legend of the Ladder of Glory sequence's mythology of defeating thousands will undoubtedly continue to shrink, just as it did when various firearms were invented.

Then, click! Click!...

Death Wings didn't need to emulate the People of Castilia's craftsman spirit of perfecting one task, diligently compressing the 12 steps of reloading to the utmost. They simply needed to keep cycling: pull the bolt, fire, pull the bolt, fire...