My Empire

"What is this? A mechanism? It is so small, what can it do?" Frenzberg looked at the small pistol, and even though he felt the danger, he still asked a little carelessly.

"It? It can make a huge noise, it can let the guards from outside rush in, and it can also let a bullet rush to the target at a very fast speed, punching the target out of a hole!" Chris held the pistol and seemed more emboldened. A little more.

He stared at the two magicians, afraid of any dangerous move by them. His eyes jumped back and forth over the opponent's hand and mouth, preventing the opponent from singing a spell or sudden flames from his hands.

"We have defensive magic that can withstand sword attacks!" Frenzberg said confidently: "Your weapons can't hurt magicians! Mortals, no matter how they struggle, they are just mortals!"

"Huh!" Chris didn't intend to give them any chance. When the other party said that he had defensive magic, he pulled the trigger. Before Frenzberg's words fell to the ground, he saw the cold light flashing in the hands of Chris opposite.

Almost subconsciously, Frenzberg exhausted all his magic power and wanted to defend against possible attacks from the opponent, but he was still slow, because the bullet flew towards the person behind him at a speed invisible to the naked eye. William.

William was also aware of the danger, which was a keen instinctive reaction. While staggering away from where he was just now, he used magic to form a shield to wrap around his body as much as possible.

It’s a pity that everything he did seems to be in vain. His little displacement was not able to avoid the bullet. Before his magic had time to wrap around his face, the bullet had already wiped his face and flew. past.

Then, like a sharp knife, the bullet cut off the hair behind William’s ears, leaving a bruise on his ears, and then drove away, hitting the wall behind William, leaving a band around it. A slightly cracked crater.

"..." Frenzberg didn't speak. At that moment, he seemed to see death strangling his throat. He wanted to say something, but he just couldn't say it. Originally, he simulated the attack mode of a cannon and developed a very powerful ultra-high-speed long-range attack method, but just now he saw a mortal using the same trick, and it seemed simpler...

William didn't speak either. He felt the fiery pain in his ears. He saw this terrifying super-high-speed attack for the first time. He didn't even give him time to prepare, and the other party's attack had already passed through his. body.

Chris adjusted the muzzle of his pistol, and I have to say that William was lucky. Originally, Chris wanted to kill William with one shot, and then immediately shot Frenzberg, but unfortunately he was not accurate...

He shot it crooked, and the bullet flew past William's ear. But at the same time, Chris also proved one thing, that is, the defense of the magicians is far less unbreakable than he imagined.

"Guckoo..." Frenzberg swallowed and finally walked out of shock. The magical defense on his body had just taken shape, but then he dissipated the insignificant magical shield. He knew that this magic couldn't stop this powerful "point attack", and keeping magic defense was just wasting his magic power.

But he also had his own thoughts, and then he opened his mouth and said, "I have seen your cannons. You can only fire one shell at a time! You have already fought it once now. It is very troublesome to make another attack like this. Right?"

William also realized that such an attack seemed unlikely to last, so he calmed down a bit and prepared to use magic to find his place.

Chris tilted the muzzle again and pulled the trigger: "Bah!"

This time he deliberately chose a crooked angle and shot his second bullet. The bullet passed William a little further and hit the wall behind him again.

Before hitting the wall, it flew half of the candles placed on the candlestick at the door by mistake, showing off the magical effect of marksmanship. Turning his head sideways, Frenzberg, who just saw the candle flying by the bullet, was shocked and speechless.

His previous guess was really correct. Ailan Hill did have more and better weapons, but he had guessed the strength of the opponent as much as possible, but in the end, he still found that he underestimated these mortals.

These mortals now can compete with the magicians. Even if both parties are prepared, it is still possible for a mortal to kill the magician. This is a topic that Frenzberg would never even think about before, but he must face it now. Up.

"Got a bet! Look at how many bullets I have!" Chris' confidence has completely returned. Since the opponent didn't kill him immediately, it looks like he can't be killed! And now that he is holding a pistol, he is naturally able to kill the young and old in front of him.

"I think I still have 4 chances. Each of you can get two shots..." Chris shook the pistol in his hand and gave a very interesting multiple-choice question: "Or, are you willing to be loyal to me?"

Before Frentzberg and William could say anything, Chris's study door was knocked open. A dozen guards with pistols rushed in and pointed their Colt pistols at the two magicians who had broken into Seris.

Just knowing how powerful the things in these people's hands are, William found himself being pointed at by several pistols at the same time, and swallowed nervously. He wanted to move his position, but found that he had no courage to move.

The last time he was so embarrassed, he was facing the Grand Mage Lyson. At that time, he still had the courage to use his magic, but this time, he didn't dare to even move his finger.

The guards who rushed in didn't know who they were surrounding, but they knew that the person who jumped over all checkpoints and sneaked into the Grand Duke's study was definitely not a simple character. So they kept their distance cautiously and surrounded the two men in the middle.

The captain of the guard held a pistol and brought the two best guards behind him. He turned back and asked softly: "Your Majesty... Are you okay?"

"I'm willing to stay here! Be loyal to you!" Frenzberg didn't wait for Chris to speak, and suddenly said: "I can dissipate my magic and become an ordinary old man, stay here...in Under your guidance, approach the truth of this world."

"Yes, I, I am willing!" William also felt that at this time, it is better not to worry about the reservedness of the magician. The situation is better than people, and it is the best choice to save one's life honestly first.

This was truly an assassination that failed. Chris put away the gun and looked at the old and the young in front of him with interest. He felt that these "nerds who are silly in practice" are sometimes quite cute.

"Now, tell me what you are here for? I think you were not sent by the Holy Demon Empire. Am I right?" Chris took a chair and sat down, playing with Ke in his hand. Walter asked with a revolver.

"We wanted to come by ourselves." Frenzberg smiled bitterly and replied: "If the Holy Demon Empire comes to trouble you, you know what disaster is coming. Even if only one dragon knight flies to you. Over the castle, you too are dead."

"I really don't want to start a full-scale war with the Holy Demon Empire, but that doesn't mean I'm afraid of the Dragon Knight." Chris tapped his fingers on the half-written textbook, which was his habit when thinking. While beating, he looked at the 30mm anti-aircraft gun covered by canvas on the wall in the distance outside the window, and confidently said, "Also, a dragon came to my castle to ask for trouble, it's not enough!"

"Okay, let's talk about you now! I don't have a magician. It's okay if you are willing to be loyal to me, but I think... it's not easy to guarantee your loyalty." Chris pointed to the two people in front of him: "You are more. Like my captive, loyalty is really doubtful."

"Furthermore! I have never seen a magician. I can't judge your dangers and have no experience in using magicians... You, can you... or are you willing to prove your role?" Chris thought after he finished speaking. Thinking, then added: "Use a peaceful method! I don't want to kill anyone."

"You don't want to kill people, and we don't want to..." William looked at the muzzles of the black holes around him, and shouted loudly in his heart. Chris' crisis has been resolved, but the crisis of the two wizards is far from being resolved.

"Along the way, I have seen many books that popularize knowledge..." Frenzberg, who was obviously more prepared, showed the role of experience and experience at critical moments at this time. His existence fully proves that **** is still hot.

He only listened to him slowly speaking, and said his own thoughts: "I was thinking, why is Ailan Hill still using such a primitive and backward method to transfer knowledge? Since you have no better way, it is better to... use us The magician?"

"Do you have a better way to transfer knowledge?" When Chris heard this, he was no longer so calm and calm. If there is really a way to improve the efficiency of knowledge transfer, then he can spread the knowledge in his mind to many people in a short time.

He will have countless helpers, countless followers who are truly loyal to his modern industrial civilization. With these talents, he can realize industrialization faster, and quickly build Allan Hill into an industrial empire.

"Of course!" Frenzberger nodded: "The way is in my apprentice's backpack!"