Chapter 640

More than a thousand grids of electricity seems to be a lot, but most of the spells that Raistlin can improve now are above the sixth level, and any six to seventh rings will consume hundreds of grids of electricity.

If it is the seventh to eighth rings, the power consumption will be even more.

In addition, there are a large number of low-level but very practical spells, such as Grease, Fear, Mage's Hand, Firewall, Banishment, etc., which also require a lot of power to reach their upper limit.

In less than five minutes, the pool of soul power bottomed out again.

Raistlin shook his head secretly, no wonder the conflict of ideas between the Netherites and the Modusians was irreconcilable. For the magic power converted by absorbing electricity in one day, other legendary spellcasters would have to meditate for at least thirty years, and even the most talented wizards would have to devote more than fifteen years of time and energy.

Under the premise of limited mana and soul power, the number and power of spells can only be selected from one of two.

Fortunately, I have a mutated mobile phone!

Raistlin really entered into meditation, constructing the spell model of "stopping time" in the lake of stars. After more than two hours, he heard the voices of his teammates talking in his ears, and slowly opened his eyes.

The teammates are all rested.

For legendary high-level powerhouses, two hours is enough to recover to their peak state. Izzet sat at the table in the middle of the tent and cooked food for everyone.

The aroma of the steak and the aroma of the fruit juice whet everyone's appetite.

Barack sat on his bunk, carefully wiping the soul gun with a clean silk cloth, earnestly and carefully, as if caring for the most beloved woman.

In contrast, the savage priest is much more extensive, and he puts his mace next to him at will, wherever he can get it.

Daensos glanced at the Paladin Ranger and asked kindly, "Do you need me to use the cleaning technique for you?"

"No, thank you."

Barack shook his head and declined, "The cleaning technique can only clean the surface. The internal structure of the soul gun is very complicated. It must be carefully maintained every day to keep it intact, and it will not cause problems at the most critical time."

"What's the name of your two guns?" Donsos asked casually.

"This one is called 'Light of Judgment.'"

Barack picked up the long soul gun. Its shape is very unique, as if carved from white jade. The barrel is in the shape of a rectangular column, and the rear end is made of alloy to form a grip. There is a faint light of holy light inside. , revealing the atmosphere of vicissitudes and simplicity, it is obviously an ancient relic.

"The Judgment Light is one of the earliest soul guns in the world. In fact, it is not a gun, but a magic item."

The Holy Gun Ranger introduced: "It doesn't need bullets, as long as it is infused with holy light, it can shoot bullets. The power depends on the amount of holy light, and so does the speed of fire."

Daensos's face was stunned, "No wonder there is no muzzle, and it is too convenient to use bullets."

"Not really."

Barack sighed and shook his head, "Not using bullets can indeed save a lot of trouble, but it also limits the power of the 'Light of Judgment'. It consumes too much power of the Holy Light, and the range is not far enough, so I usually use it more Most of them are this 'Meteor'."

With that said, he picked up another shorter soul gun.

"Meteor is the real soul gun, and I made it myself." Barack stroked the gorgeous metal gun body, and said unintentionally: "In order to build it, I learned from an imperial gunsmith in Queen's Harbor. Five years, and then put all the wealth gained from adventures in these years into it, and after countless painstaking efforts, it was finally successfully cast."

"Is this gun epic quality?" Daensos asked.

"certainly!"

Barack looked proud, "Meteor is the top soul gun in the world. Even in the empire with the most gunners, there is no soul gun better than it."

Then he saw Raistlin open his eyes, and Athena looked back, and he flaunted it.

"Meteor's dimensional magazine can hold 8,000 rounds of bullets. The inside of the magazine is divided into eight spaces, which can store eight bullets with different effects." The holy gun ranger turned the soul gun at his fingertips, dazzled for a while, the soul gun seemed to be He was as nimble as his fingers, and said, "During the battle, I can switch bullets at any time to produce various effects. It's a pity that I don't have a chance today. I'll let you guys see it later."

The main force to destroy the devil's nest today is Athena, who is responsible for chasing and killing the fleeing enemies, using only the most common holy light bullets.

"Can you show me?" Athena suddenly became interested.

"Okay." Barack agreed very readily, then hesitated a bit, and reminded: "Athena, be careful with your hands, meteorites can't stand your strength."

"You have to have confidence in my power control." Athena promised with a smile.

Only then did the Paladin Ranger hand over the gun carefully.

The giantess held the gun in her hand, and rubbed it lightly for a while, feeling the weight of the gun body, and was actually making a comparison while being curious in her eyes.

"You can try firing."

Seeing that she couldn't put it down, Barack took out a magic target and put it on the side of the tent, saying: "No matter what you do in the Leomont Sanctuary, the sound will not be transmitted, and this magic target is also The one I usually use to test the gun can absorb the power of bullets, as long as I don’t fire with all my strength, it can withstand at least twenty shots.”

"good!"

Athena shot at the target without waiting for Barack to teach her shooting skills.

Bang bang bang bang!

She fired five shots in a row, and the shelter shone with light. In these five shots, three different bullets were switched, namely holy light bullets, explosive bullets, and armor-piercing bullets.

"It's powerful."

The giantess returned the meteorite to Barack. She said it was good, but no one could see that she was not satisfied.

"You know how to use a soul gun?" Seeing that she was so proficient in switching bullets and her shooting skills were standard, Barack was immediately puzzled.

Athena smiled and said, "Well, I've used it a few times."

Her shooting skills were learned from Tyrian, the commander of the Ultramarines 2nd Company. Tyrian is the most brilliant sharpshooter in the Ultramarines. He summed up a complete set of shooting skills and passed them on to every brother. Gunwing Knights.

Although she has only learned it for less than two months, Athena's marksmanship is also top-notch in Ultramarine.

The bolter Ren gave her was in the Nebula Ring, but it wasn't the right time, so she never took it out and used it.

Barack's Meteorite was actually extremely powerful, but she was used to using bolters, so she always felt that it was almost meaningless.

Shooting a gun consumes too much soul power.

The shooting frequency is not fast enough, and the rate of fire of the bullets is also slower. The range cannot be tested in a tent, but I have seen it during daytime battles, and it is obviously not as good as the bolter.

The most important thing is that the recoil of the meteorite is too small, and it is not exciting to shoot.

Barack noticed Athena's state of mind. The beauty was in front of her, and he couldn't hold back. He asked unconvinced: "Athena, do you think my soul gun is not good?"

"No, Meteor is indeed the top soul gun, but it's not suitable for me." Athena shook her head repeatedly.

"How is it possible?" Barack thought she was just saying it perfunctorily, and raised his voice a little, "You can't find a better soul gun than Meteor, and it doesn't even suit you, so what kind of soul gun do you want? "

Athena was silent.

"Uh..." Barack frowned, "Why aren't you talking?" Athena's reaction made him think she was doubting his professionalism.

Athena somewhat regretted her curiosity.

"Show him."

Raistlin's voice suddenly sounded, and Athena turned to look at him, a little confused about Raistlin's meaning, wouldn't this reveal her connection with Rennes?

It's no secret that bolt guns are in the upper echelons of the empire, and you can know it with a little inquiring.

Barack is only in the New World, so he hasn't heard of it yet.

"Never mind." Raistlin nodded slightly. Barack is a good teammate, and Paladin is also a super class with great potential. If he can be recruited to Glamorgan to guide the Gunwing Knights, or even become the leader of the Knights, it would be very good.

With permission, Athena took out the bolter.

Barack was originally confused about the conversation between the two, but when he saw her take out a huge soul gun, he was immediately attracted.

As the top gunsmith, he immediately noticed the extraordinaryness of this gun.

"What gun is this?"

"Bolter." Athena replied, and handed the gun to Raistlin to let him burn the soul wave frequency for Barack, and opened the use permission.

Barack's eyes lit up, vaguely guessing the meaning of Raistlin's actions.

"Is this the secret lock of the soul gun?"

"Hmm." Raistlin let go of his hand, "Just try, don't shoot for too long."

Barack nodded to express his understanding. He picked up the soul gun and felt its weight in an instant, and his expression changed slightly, "What a heavy soul gun! It's almost as heavy as a warhammer."

The Holy Gun Ranger prefers speed and dodge, and his strength is not strong. Even if he is a legendary high-ranking man, he only has level five strength. It is still a bit difficult to use a bolter that is nearly one meter long and weighs two hundred and forty pounds with one hand, so he has no choice but to Hold the gun with both hands, with the other hand supporting the barrel.

He aimed at the target and fired eagerly.

boom!

A detonation exploded in the tent, like a fireball exploding, and the entire shelter shook, startling both Barack and Daunsos.

Izzet, who was concentrating on cooking food, almost knocked over the frying pan.

The magic target was directly blown to pieces.

Barack took two steps back and could barely hold the bolter, and the palm holding the barrel felt a scorching heat, but he didn't care about it at all at the moment, and his expression was completely dull.

As a veteran with a hundred years of guns and a top gunsmith, Barack noticed the difference in the soul gun in his hand after only one shot.

Such powerful power, terrifying rate of fire, and negligible consumption of soul power...

When holding the gun, it senses more than 10,000 rounds of bullets in the dimensional magazine, as well as two firing modes of single shot and continuous fire, and the complex and incomprehensible rune array inside the gun...

Barack's worldview was shattered.

This magical soul gun perfectly solved the many weaknesses of the gunner and the Paladin. In his eyes, the bolter was like the most beautiful woman in the world. Looking at it, his eyes became obsessed.

After a long time, he came back to his senses.

"this……"

"Who invented this bolt gun?" Barack's voice was a little trembling, and he looked at Raistlin fiercely, his eyes filled with infinite fanaticism and anticipation.

Izzet and Daensos were also shocked. With their eyesight, they can naturally see the power of this weapon.

"Me." Raistlin replied simply.

Barack couldn't believe it. He thought that no matter how strong you are, you are still a weak wizard. You can't even hold a bolter. If you shoot a shot, your entire arm will be shattered. It's normal for a magic staff or other magic items. Why? Will invent such a powerful soul gun?

"You don't believe it?" Raistlin read his thoughts.

"Uh..." Barack scratched his black scalp, "This is too unbelievable, you are a legendary wizard with powerful spells, and the soul gun is useless to you..."

Without explaining, Raistlin took out two more bolters from the Nebula Ring.

This is what he kept as a backup for himself and Athena.

"There are two more!"

Barack's eyes widened, and then it dawned on him that the bolters were mass-produced. His mind was blank, such a powerful soul gun can be mass-produced?

"You will fight with them tomorrow, let's see if you can take advantage of them," Raistlin said.

Barack nodded numbly: "Okay!"

He took the two bolt guns in ecstasy, and found that his strength was too weak. If he wanted to dual-wield and fire, he had to rely on Daensos' magical blessing.

Izzet prepared the food and brought it to the table in the middle of the tent to invite everyone to eat.

His cooking skills are excellent, and everyone is full of praise after eating.

It is definitely a rare enjoyment to eat hot and delicious food in the wasteland of the abyss. Only Barack was absent-minded, filled his stomach indiscriminately, and touched the bolter fondly, but the space in the tent was too small to fire, which made his heart itch so badly that he wanted to go out and test the gun right away.

Athena looked at the Paladin and gave Raistlin a thumbs up from behind.

She had already guessed Raistlin's intentions, used a bolter to lure the Paladin, and later tricked Glamorgan into working for Wren.

In the second half of the night, everyone took turns to watch the night.

It was Raistlin's turn to be on duty for the last two hours before dawn. He set up a magic alarm outside the tent, and then continued to construct the spell model that stopped time.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked through the tent into the distance.

There was a glimmer of light on the eastern horizon, and the daytime of the abyss wasteland was shrouded in dark clouds of fel energy, blocking the sun. Even in the daytime, it was a cloudy sky that would never see the sun.

Raistlin listened intently for a few seconds, when he heard an inaudible sound.

This is the sound of hooves of a large group of cavalry running.

The source of the sound was at least thirty miles away, and there was no warning sign from the will of truth. Obviously, it was not an enemy who discovered the Leomont Sanctuary, but another target.

A few minutes later, the ground trembled slightly, and the group of knights got closer.

Raistlin judged from the path of the sound waves that the opponent was not coming towards him, and would soon run past about three miles away from the forest.

The teammates were awakened by the tremor.

"Their target is not us." Raistlin said softly, "It should just pass by."

Everyone rest assured.

They had all seen Raistlin's keen perception during yesterday's battle. No matter how clever an assassin or spellcaster was, Raistlin could find nothing in his eyes, and he would be spotted at a glance.

Izzet put his ears on the ground and listened for a while, his eyes changed slightly.

He got up and said, "There are two groups of people, one is the abyss knights of the Netif demons, about 120 riders, they are chasing a group of deserters, most likely human superhumans. Can we save them?"