An insect corpse struggled to crawl out from the edge. Its entire body was charred, bones exposed, with its left arm lted into a misshapen charcoal, and its right leg fractured in several places yet dragging still.
Just as it supported its upper body, a leftover fla of Fire Scale Ointnt rose from the ground, instantly engulfing it in the burning wind, and with a "boom", its limbs exploded, turning into a pile of scorched scraps.
At this point, the core of the insect swarm was completely torn apart, and the regenerative ability of the insect nest was thoroughly ended in the blazing fire.
When the magic explosive bomb fell, Priest Ah Long stood at the edge of the blast center, his whole body seemingly crushed by a thousand-pound giant hamr.
The heat wave rushed over him, tearing apart his skin, burning his eyes, he could even clearly hear the sound of his blood vessels bursting.
He opened his mouth wide, wanting to scream, but only spat out a mouthful of hot black blood.
His body quickly shriveled, charred, and cracked in the flas.
Like a wet cloth thrown into a furnace, exploding into countless charred fragnts under high temperature.
His last consciousness was that everything in front of him was burning, collapsing, disintegrating.
Together with his faith, pride, and life, all turning to ashes in the light of the fire.
Ashes fell, the blazing flas slowly died down.
But the residual heat lingered, the battlefield left only a piece of charred blackness, silent, like complete void.
Eduardo’s mouth was wide open and for a mont forgot to close it.
He looked at the distant ground that had been bombed into a charred purgatory, remaining flas rose like a volcanic eruption mushroom cloud, the scorching waves were like the sea, even the air seed to have been deford by the explosion.
"What... what is this..."
He turned around to look at Louis, his voice hoarse and filled with disbelief.
The young lord beside him seed to have expected all this long ago, his expression calm as a lake, simply replied: "Magic Explosion Bullet."
"... Magic Explosion Bullet?" Eduardo subconsciously repeated, his mind seeming stuck, "Are you sure you ntioned Magic Explosion Bullet? Not so... Forbidden Curse Relic? Lost Divine Artifact? Church’s Divine Grace?"
He had initially prepared to retreat.
Seeing the nest awaken, that bizarre nest body and those high-combat-power insect corpses were already no match for ordinary weapons.
After all, the strongest specification magic explosive bullet he had seen before was only one-fifth the power of this one in front of him!
He hadn’t recovered from the booming shock, another thought quickly rushed into his mind:
Wait... how did that thing hit so far and precisely?
He abruptly looked back at the launcher still trembling with residual heat, its tripod steadily supported, tail fla just extinguished, the barrel emitting white smoke.
Actually capable of controlled range and precision shooting...?
Perfectly targeted, just smacked at the heart core of the nest.
Eduardo swallowed hard, unable to maintain that bit of relaxed composure any longer, turning into unprecedented suspicion.
"Our usual magic explosive bullets, we throw them by hand."
Such a throw thod only relied on luck and close-range life-exchange; they could explode, but it often missed. But this thing?
This wasn’t combat, it was surgery.
A shot to the soul, the entire nest’s heart directly blasted through.
The Empire possesses such a weapon? He dared say no!
Even the Imperial Capital hadn’t yet developed such miniaturized, long-range precision-controlled explosive weaponry.
It wasn’t incompetence but simply because they hadn’t thought of this kind of weapon.
Eduardo looked at the silhouette still standing on the high ground.
Illuminated by the flas of war, Louis Calvin’s side face shone with a layer of cold light, like a blade edge tempered in fire.
"This guy... has co again."
Eduardo turned to Louis, though each ti his perception had been refreshed again and again, each ti he was still taken aback by his brother.
"Louis, just how many cards do you still have hidden?" he whispered inwardly, yet couldn’t help but sigh in admiration.
Last ti against the nest, he rembered they were still using the most primitive thods, luring, fire raids, hard chew.
Even though it was a success, it cost quite a few knights.
But how long has it been? Just over a month!
Now, this guy has already conjured up sothing... heavy magic explosive bullets, tactical fire projection, thermal flow blockade?
And apparently not cobbled together temporarily, but already calculated angles, calculated drop sites, and even intercepted the insect corpses’ retreat routes.
Although already rated highly, now he had to add a few more rows up that evaluation board.
Cold and ruthless to enemies, ticulous to his own people, understanding tactical weaponry deploynt timing, this wasn’t a young lord, it’s simply a war machine, right?
"This kind of monster-level talent... no, monster-level brother, his future isn’t just the Northern Territory anymore."
Eduardo turned his head, watching the scene of the insect corpses being consud in the sea of fire, a thought erged in his mind: "In a few years, the entire Empire will rember the na Louis Calvin."
It wasn’t only Eduardo; even those Red Tide Knights were speechlessly shocked.
Many among them had personally witnessed the tests of the magic explosive bullet and were aware of the power of those flas.
However, when this heavy as a falling star magic explosive bullet tore through the night sky in real battle, exploded heaven and earth when it hit, the sense of shock far exceeded their imagination.
It was no longer a simple weapon.
But a miracle-like force, it was their great lord, Louis’s fire will!
At that mont, the knights watched the insect nest collapse within the sea of flas, insect corpses vanished in rows, left with only one thought in their hearts:
He is unstoppable!
The light of the great lord has shone into this dark, cold land, his will is gradually dispelling all the despair and decay of the Northern Territory.
And they are the ones standing behind this light.
They followed the right person.
This ti Louis spoke up, tone steady, without a shred of intensity or showing off: "Prioritize dealing with possibly recovering insect corpses. If you find areas where insects haven’t burned out, use the flathrower to sweep."
He paused, his eyes skimming over the wounded on the hillside, adding a bit of warmth: "Casualty statistics, treat the injured imdiately. Ensure everyone lives to go ho."
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