I made science magic

Chapter 290 Times have changed, idiot!

"Protect the king!" "Kill these rebels!"

In [Hadera Tower], Simmons, the leader of the guards, shouted loudly, ordering his guards to rely on their shields to resist the fierce gunfire attack.

Most of the troops in the royal capital have been dispatched to perform tasks tonight, but Bazel has also considered the possibility of failure or even being diverted away from the mountain. Naturally, it is impossible for the palace to be without protection.

In addition to some of the remaining guards, there were also several bishops and a dozen priests assisting in the defense. Therefore, even if Redel led a larger number of people and used flintlock guns, he would not be able to attack for a while.

It wasn't until the huge thunder pillar that could illuminate the royal capital fell from the sky that the balance of the situation was broken.

Leidel and others were also startled, but fortunately they had received instructions before and could vaguely guess what was going on.

The guards guarding the palace inevitably fell into chaos, especially the priests and bishops who assisted in the defense, because the thunder pillar falling from the sky did not belong to any kind of divine magic they knew!

"Don't panic, that's Lord Ansiuk punishing those rebels. God...is with me!" Simons shouted at the top of his lungs, barely stopping the chaos in the army, but still couldn't prevent rows of soldiers from falling to the ground.

Gunfire and bullets rained down.

The only thing that gave Simmons a sigh of relief was that after several rounds of volleys, the gunshots stopped ringing.

Reidel and others have run out of ammunition!

From the royal capital to the royal palace, they experienced several battles along the way. The ammunition they carried had been exhausted. Everyone raised their muskets and prepared to start hand-to-hand combat!

Simmons quickly realized this from the actions of these people, and immediately became excited. "Everyone, cheer up, our chance to counterattack has arrived. Those devil's believers can no longer use powerful witchcraft.

Attack, now is the time for us to win!"

The Imperial Guards, who were forced to huddle within the shield wall and were beaten by rounds of musket fire, clenched the long knives in their hands and pounced on the opponent's crowd like wolves and tigers.

Simmons was no exception, and he immediately focused on Redel, who was in charge of commanding the crowd - as long as the leader was killed first, it would greatly damage the morale of such a rebel!

Simons waved the heavy knight's sword in his hand, and he actually used the lightness of the rapier to kill the two musketeers who were surrounding him in an instant.

As the leader of the imperial guard who is deeply trusted by King Bazel, although Simmons is not a noble knight with excellent bloodline, he has taken a divine grace potion due to his military exploits and has physical fitness that is beyond ordinary people.

Once the blade of the sword falls, someone will surely scream and fall in a pool of blood.

"Get away from me!" Redel shouted loudly, stopping more people from surrounding him to protect him.

"You're quite brave!" Simmons shook off the blood on the weapon in his hand quite unexpectedly, and then showed a ferocious smile on his lips. "But I will accept your life!"

The moment he finished speaking, Simmons' whole body was like a strong wind. He crossed a distance of more than ten meters in a few steps and struck at Laird with the knight's heavy sword in his hand.

However, Raeder, who was facing him, actually threw away the musket in his hand, and instead took out a palm-sized, pitch-black short gun from the chain bag, and pointed the black muzzle at Simmons.

A chill suddenly surged into his heart from the soles of his feet. Simmons, who had just seen flintlock shooting, could certainly guess that this thing was similar.

But now that the distance was too close, it was too late to dodge. Simmons could only turn his sword horizontally and switch from offense to defense. With his outstanding reaction speed, he could even easily block the speeding arrows and crossbows...

Even though the projectiles fired by this weird witchcraft were much faster than the crossbow, he was sure that he could block it!

The next moment, gunshots suddenly sounded!

The expression on Simmons' face also changed from solemn to horrified, because what burst out from the muzzle was not one bullet, but dozens or hundreds of them!

Dense projectiles flew out from the muzzle, and then spread out in a cone shape. Within such a wide range of projectile coverage, Simmons could not even do the most basic dodge. His left arm, shoulder, waist and abdomen were all in the same place.

It was constantly penetrated by the flying lead bullets, and even exploded, turning into fragments all over the sky and scattered all over the ground...

Simmons' body fell to the ground like a dead leaf, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness. This is not the way a knight should fight and die...

"Times have changed, idiot!" Redel shook his head. This was a fine product specially made for him by the alchemy workshop.

It was originally meant to deal with those bishops in an emergency, but since Simmons insists on getting together, it's just a good time to use him to test the gun!

Redel put away the short gun, picked up the opponent's knight's sword, strung Simmons' broken corpse high up, shouting that the leader was dead, and disintegrating the fighting spirit of the Guards.

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At this moment, in the palace, the attendants and ministers were in a mess, and there were constant sounds of swords and gunshots from the outside world, but Bazel still sat on the throne with no intention of moving.

"Your Majesty Bazel, those damn mine slaves are about to rush in. If you don't leave, it will be too late." A loyal attendant knelt on the ground and persuaded anxiously.

"No need, they are already outside the door." Bazel's face was very calm. The moment he received the report that the palace was attacked, he had already guessed that tonight's operation against the wizards was just a plan.

They got into the situation, like prey caught in a spider's web, struggling in vain.

Bazel knew this very well and had no intention of escaping.

His lifespan has come to an end, and death will be a matter of time...

Moreover, this is his own kingdom, the territory of the Bazel family for generations. He also needs to examine the new successor to see if his stupid son has the ability to run the kingdom!

A burst of noise came from far away, and accompanied by a large number of killings and footsteps, the entire palace began to tremble slightly, as if it was about to collapse.

After a while, everything returned to calm, and the palace door was finally opened.

Hatar was the first to step into the palace, holding a blood-stained sword in his hand. Linn did not mean to steal his limelight, and followed behind with Anthony.

King Bazel's eyes swept across Anthony's body, and then stayed on Linn's body for a long time. Finally, he turned to look at Hatar and sighed. "If you walk into this hall alone tonight,

, I will definitely be happy, Hatar!”

(End of chapter)