Violet's Spirituality had also surged significantly.
Catherine was stuck in her Promotion Ceremony; she had already been filled to capacity by Byron beforehand.
Now, only Byron and Violet could reap the benefits together, as their power skyrocketed from just over 15 points to 16, proving the extraordinary significance of this new invention.
anwhile, the information displayed on the [Nautical Logbook] had drastically changed.
[First Bolt-Action Rifle]:
"As a groundbreaking invention in firearms, it redefines what it ans to be an individual weapon and completely overturns all tactics and combat strategies from the Flintlock Gun era.
It has finally ushered in its glorious age."
"Ability One, [Your Lordship, Tis Have Changed]:
Michael Hunter, a master of swordsmanship from The Holy Silver Empire, once wrote a self-defense manual: "A New, Artistically-inspired Manual of Fencing."
Though the title seems overly artistic, if translated, it might be understood as Master Chen's version of "Extrely Powerful and Practical—Unrestricted Fighting Techniques."
In the explanation of the hundredth move in the book, it explicitly states: 'Your Lordship, instead of a dagger, please use a short gun.'
This ability signifies breaking free from the rules and solving problems in more advanced ways.
When you cry out, 'Your Lordship, tis have changed,'
be it Elental Creatures, Evil Spirits, Bizarres, or other extraordinary beings, they will all suffer real physical damage from your gun.
Except for Seventh Order True Gods, no one is immune; all transcendent abilities are just showy, and sooner or later, they lose their lives.
If one shot doesn't kill, try two!
Physical exorcism—who but I?
In combination with the exponentially increasing power of [Roulette of Death], it's not a dream to catch a Fifth-Order Legend off guard and kill them."
Violet couldn't help but stick out her tongue at Byron cutely upon reading this.
Luckily, the shot was fired before it transford into a Sacred Relic; had it transford and then she shot him in the head, death would have been certain.
Even if lucky, one could only hope to be revived using a coin-like relic such as [Echoes of Hell].
Byron raised his hand and gently pinched her pert nose, also secretly resolving never to take bullets head-on just because of his special nature. There are countless strange powers in the world, and if by chance an enemy has the perfect counter, one would have nowhere to cry. This wasn't all.
"Ability Two, [Slaughter Machine]:
We all know that the main purpose of updating firearms is to reduce soldier casualties (Gatling: laugh).
But its essence remains that of a slaughter machine.
Witch 1472, as a milestone prototype of a Whale Oil cartridge weapon, possesses ancestral-level potential for growth.
Using it as a core, it can rge various types of guns and heavy weapons, integrating their strengths to form the most terrifying [Slaughter Machine].
The more powerful the heavy weapons that make up the Slaughter Machine, and the deeper humanity's fear of guns and other heavy weapons, the stronger its power becos."
Violet touched her smooth, jade-like chin and imdiately thought of the best way to utilize this ability.
With a snap of her fingers, six [Gun Demon Spirits] erged from her ntal Magazine, lined up neatly in front of the two, and reported their numbers.
They then each burrowed into a different type of heavy weapon: Bolt-Action Rifles, 32-pounder long Cannons, 32-pounder Carronades, large-caliber revolvers... and so on.
Then they all dove into the dazzling light radiating from the Bolt-Action Rifle and began to transform.
Music automatically played in Byron's mind, the exclusive BGM for this occasion.
"CLUCK! CLUCK!" (I'll form the head)
"CLUCK! CLUCK!" (I'll form the right hand/left hand)
"CLUCK! CLUCK!" (I'll form the right leg/left leg)...
Normally, this entity would have only five positions, but the last [Gun Demon Spirit] hesitated slightly.
However, this minor issue couldn't stop it; after all, it had once witnessed Byron's majestic three-legged "wooden" walking style, understanding that an extra "chicken" was not redundant.
"CLUCK! CLUCK!" (I'll form... the crotch!)
Leaping into position, it completed the [Slaughter Machine] in its entirety.
As for the appearance, one word: cool! Two words: super cool! Three words: "explosively" cool!
The [Slaughter Machine] floated mid-air, defying gravity, standing as tall as a two-story building, and barely resembled a human figure.
Its head was a thick cannon barrel, and its limbs and crotch were bristling with all kinds of heavy weapons, while a dense belt of ammunition wrapped around it like ribbons.
It was much cooler than a Gun Demon Spirit rely possessing artillery.
Seeing the [Slaughter Machine]'s present form, Violet couldn't help but spit at Byron mockingly.
These guys had all learned bad habits from him.
But she would never admit that she, the Queen, had seen more of Byron's "wooden" form than anyone else.
Then, with a thought, the [Slaughter Machine] directed a full firepower assault at a nearby hillock.
BOOM—!
Blue flas burst forth, bright light exploded, and who knows how many shells were fired in one go.
The ground shook, the hot wind howled, and dust clouds rose.
Byron summoned a gust of wind to clear the dust in front of them, revealing a huge dark pit, like a bite taken out of an apple, still emitting wisps of smoke.
In addition to physical damage, there were clearly powerful enchantnt effects at work, not inferior to a Shrapnel Shell's explosion.
A broadside from a Third-Rate Battleship with a displacent of over a thousand tons and equipped with 74 guns would probably produce a similar effect.
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