Phaletis Royal Colony, Thoms Town.
Glory Church.
Although the na of this church sounds grand, it is a very small church. It was established by the first batch of pioneer believers who landed in Thoms Town, as the first church belonging to the "Queen and Goddess of Navigation".
The church, combining the "Dark Millennium" style with Gothic style, has a rectangular main body, with the highest point of the ten-ter spire being less than twenty ters.
With its sloping roof, small windows, and gables covered with seaside shells, it hardly differs from ordinary residences except for its church structure.
In the evening, the sky gradually blushed with a red glow.
An elderly man with silver hair, full of spirit and wearing a plain black robe, sat on a stone at the church entrance, holding a small wicker basket, and watched with a smile as seven or eight children in front of him happily jumped and sang after receiving the cookies he gave them.
The innocent children sang hymns in praise of the Goddess's blessings, without any impurity.
Suddenly.
"Ah!"
A little girl, only about five or six years old, accidentally dropped her cookie on the ground. After exclaiming, her eyes imdiately turned red, with crystal-like tears continuously welling up in her eyes.
The old man did not scold her but bent down to pick up the cookie from the ground, blew on it and put it in his mouth, then gently comforted the little girl:
"It's fine, if food falls on the ground and you pick it up within three seconds, it's still edible. Here, Liz, grandpa will give you a bigger one."
The little girl instantly broke into a smile, took another cookie from the basket with a sweet thank you:
"Thank you, Grandpa Ralph!"
The group of children played here for a while longer, until it got darker, then bid the old man farewell and left together.
At this mont.
The elderly man, smiling as he watched them leave, did not return to the church but slowly turned around to look behind him.
Clang! Clang! Clang!...
There, a group of "Iron Wall Knights", clad in heavy armor like human tanks, slowly approached from the other side of the church, stopping and saluting from afar.
"Sir Ralph, may the Goddess be with you."
The old man casually returned a salute to them and waved his hand, treating even a Tier 3 Great Knight no differently from the young children just now:
"Kids, you can stay here for now. There's no need to report to whatever you want to do. Ralph is now just a retired old man waiting to return to the Goddess Realm."
Thud!
Ambrose struck his chest with his fist, the iron gauntlet hitting the steel armor with a dull thud, and respectfully lowered his head:
"Yes, we won't disturb your peace for long. Regardless of whether this mission is completed or not, there will be a result within three to six months."
...
Georgia Territory.
On the eastern side of the Cumberland Mountains, at the outdoor shooting range of Vulcan tals Company.
"200 ters target!"
Commander Johnson of the newly ford [Gunman] unit under Aiven, holding a brand-new, peculiar rifle, fired casually without even using the accompanying sight.
Bang——
A line of fire shot forth, a small hole appearing in the center of the target paper.
[Gunman] acquires the core abilities [Gun Sense] and [Vital Insight] at Tier 1, with keen senses to discern enemy vulnerabilities for a lethal strike.
Precision shooting is just a trivial matter.
Up to this point, everything seed normal, but what happened next left Anthony and Delis, who were watching from the sidelines, gradually numb from shock.
"300 ters, 10 points."
"500 ters, 10 points."
"....."
"900 ters...10 points!"
In full uniform, Johnson completed the shooting demonstration at a speed of one shot every 20 seconds, stored away his newly issued rifle, and stood straight in front of Aiven, saluting:
"Report, sir, mission accomplished, please instruct."
"Very well, rejoin the team."
Aiven turned and looked at Anthony and Delis, who seed a bit dazed, and smiled as he asked:
"So, how do you find the Georgia Rifle we produced?"
Upon hearing Aiven's words, the two gradually ca back to their senses.
"I always knew you were an undisputed genius! Mass-producing sniper firearms is just incredible."
Anthony's expression was sowhat complex; five years ago, when he first t Aiven, he was just starting his apprenticeship, but now he is a veritable Upper-Rank Wizard, a Marquis, and even a Tier 4 Extraordinary had fallen under his blade in the "Rebellion War".
War implents erged endlessly in recent years, invented by him, evidently set to deeply change the way of future combat.
Before.
Having co from a family of great nobility, Anthony knew that if he treated Aiven with detachnt and respectful titles after their eting, it would genuinely distance them. Adopting a normal stance and handling it with discernnt would yield a better effect.
But after witnessing once more the boundless wisdom of the other party as vast as mountains and seas, he couldn't help but switch back to respectful language. The slaughter of cities and nations, the battlefield execution of Tier 4, seed too distant from himself; only those things seen with his own eyes were truly relevant to his interests.
"Hahaha, the cost of the Georgia Firearm is actually not low."
Under Aiven's guidance, the arsenal successfully developed the first refined rifle exclusively belonging to the "Vulcan tals Company." Following the naming conventions of Kentucky, since it was born in Georgia, Aiven nad it the "Georgia Rifle."
Revolutionary use of percussion caps for ignition, eliminating flint which had only about a 70% ignition rate.
The explosive compound Thunder rcury (Hg(CNO)2) is the main component of caps and detonators, with high sensitivity to flas, pricking, and impact, essential for break the mountains and rocks.
This "Georgia Rifle" is the first true sniper rifle in the mundane world; its design has surpassed the original category of high-precision rifles like the Kentucky Rifle, crafted specifically for accurately hitting distant targets—a pinnacle creation.
Most uniquely, while this rifle belongs to the rifled gun category, its barrel doesn't have conventional rifling, but rather a peculiar hexagonal bore.
Considering the ease of processing and precision, firearms with hexagonal bores can achieve a good balance in all aspects.
However, this rifle is still a single-shot muzzle-loader with a total length of 1200 milliters, a barrel of 840 milliters, using .45 caliber hexagonal bullets, firing rate of 2–3 shots, an effective range of 730 to 910 ters, and a maximum range of 1200 ters.
It's already very close to the effective range of Alchemy Firearms.
In this era, Divine Archers commonly use the Kentucky rifled gun, with an effective range of only around 300 ters.
Moreover, after creating reliable percussion caps, Aiven was just a step away from developing fixed ammunition. As long as he could solve the problem of gas tightness in the breech lock structure, a truly modern rifle was beckoning to him from afar.
However.
Even if he could solve all technical problems, Aiven had no plans to create this thing for use on the battlefield, at least not before "Truth Embodint."
Because this thing, like the steam engine which had deeply changed the world, no, its power even exceeds that of the steam engine.
It's enough to completely overturn the ruling order of the continent's various nations, sweeping away over ninety-nine percent of Tier 2 Transcendentals into history's trash heap; even Tier 3 Great Knights could no longer overlook ordinary soldiers as worthless.
Indeed, not many would be needed; just getting pinned down by a few hundred soldiers' concentrated fire would be enough to kneel.
This isn't rely about breaching Martial Virtue; it's outright cheating.
Such an act of opposing the entire world—only a madman would undertake it; even the "Queen and Goddess of Navigation," who views herself as a Saint, would smack down and snatch away one's life first.
Because the significance is akin to handing knives to capitalists...
Aiven had even used existing technology to craft two large-caliber black gunpowder fixed paper cartridge revolvers. However, these are rely toys to him now.
Furthermore.
Since such rifles can be produced, the streamlined low-end trade rifles naturally need no further elaboration, fully achieving self-sufficiency.
"Vulcan's weapons and equipnt aren't that simple; what's below is the real highlight."
Aiven gestured.
On the other side, soldiers briskly pulled aside the canvas, revealing a uniquely styled multi-rail cannon.
It had no conventional cannon barrel, yet possessed 8 launch rails, interspersed up and down, loaded with 16 conical shells of 132 mm caliber, complete with stabilizing fins.
"Is this so sort of cannon?"
Anthony, as an Official Wizard of "Alchemy Tools and Enchantnt Project," was most intrigued by this new type of weapon, yet could see no trace of alchemical processing on it.
After refining the high-energy explosive "Black Gold's" alchemy formula, even apprentices could mass-produce it under good protection, hence Aiven had ample stock at hand.
At this ti.
Searching for a way to swiftly and simply pour the maximum yield of Black Gold onto targets' heads naturally fell into Aiven's plans.
Thus, the structurally simple and economically viable "Rocket Cannon," acclaid as firepower tech poverty relief, naturally entered his sight.
"Target directly ahead, 8 kiloters, firing range 1, launch!"
Aiven swung his arm forcefully.
The cannon-n responded by igniting the rocket cannon.
In an instant, orange-red flas ford a continuous sheet, almost re-illuminating the gradually darkening dusk sky, with each rocket projectile soaring like spears thrown by Vulcan.
Whizz! Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!....
A minute and a half later.
Boom——!!!
Accompanied by consecutive terrifying blasts, thick dust surged to the sky; in the distance, a small hill vanished in a storm of flas, reduced to ash.
Even under Aiven's feet a strong shockwave could be felt.
The rockets had an initial velocity of 80 ters per second, weighing 42.5 kilograms; maximum range was 8.5 kiloters, a salvo took only 7-10 seconds—it was the epito of field-clearing bombardnts. It could also be called [Pai Daxing's Ultimate Curtain Call 2.0], but Aiven renad it [Black Gold's Justice Iron Fist]!
Walking next to the two already from numbness to daze, Aiven's voice undisturbed as an ancient well:
"On future battlefields, we must unleash steel and flas, not soldiers.
We need to leave countless craters on enemy positions, with a density allowing one to leap from crater to crater; I'm serious about this.
In other terms, it can be called 'oversaturation bombing,' the great art of using artillery to alter geography!
Adequate logistics combined with unrestrained firepower coverage, no need for words, just one, bomb! That's my Shinobi way... cough cough, tactical concept!"
In fact, when warfare truly evolves to this stage, it loses all past centuries of artistry, devolving into a direct confrontation between nations' comprehensive national strengths.
Arriving at the era of golden cannon-shot, warfare is fought with money.
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