Pirate Kingship

With no way out, the two could only turn around to fight.

Facing the overwhelming branches and palms that slapped him hard, Byron initially wanted to use the [Gun Fighting Technique] he had just figured out to kill his way out.

The dazzling gunfire in his hand flickered endlessly, and the [Thorny Rose] with only 12 bullets was shot out by him to form a blazing fire curtain.

He accurately broke the dark palms that attacked them one after another, and deep blood holes were opened on the trunk of the human bone tree one after another.

This human bone tree is so big that there is no need to aim at all.

But even if he hit more, it would be meaningless.

Branches are still branches, and the broken branches and palms can grow back in just a breath.

Byron set up a strong wind and rushed left and right with Violet, but it was still difficult to rush out of the dense palm crown.

He immediately realized that the thing in front of him was not an object that a low-sequence extraordinary person or a mere musket could deal with.

No matter how skilled you are, it's useless.

Sharpshooters can't penetrate bulletproof vehicles, only anti-tank missiles can.

Immediately and decisively change the target of shooting.

In the scattering of the human bone tree, a projectile penetrated the branches and bounced on a golden apple outside.

Refraction at a sharp angle, it narrowly hit the bone-eating clown in the sky that looked like a hot air balloon.

It blew up a clown head on his body, but was blocked by the thick membrane, fat and bones below.

"A clever fat man, even the armor is full, it's a foul."

With his tonnage comparable to a group of elephants, if there is no extraordinary ability to help, he will definitely not be able to fly even if the hydrogen explodes.

The next moment, Byron read out the judgment inscription: "Thorny Rose", and activated the burst skill of the strange double gun.

The magazines of the double guns were emptied in an instant, and a blooming red rose exploded.

Each bullet drew a red arc in the air, bypassing the branches in all directions and rushing towards the same target.

It automatically looked for the enemy who had been hit by other bullets and launched the most deadly concentrated fire.

Six large-caliber bullets and ninety steel balls, without exception, all hit the same landing point of the previous bullet.

Finally, it penetrated Koraskin's thick membrane like a city wall, and blasted a huge blood hole that could not be restored for a while.

Although this attack did not cause much damage to Koraskin, who could be torn into pieces at will, it made him lose air rapidly, sometimes on the left and sometimes on the right.

After losing his balance, he could no longer take care of commanding the human bone tree or providing assists.

At this time, the two people had been compressed by more and more palms to dodge and had to fall back to the ground.

Seeing that the branches and roots were surrounding him on all sides, Byron was about to grit his teeth and reveal a trump card.

Although he didn't have ten undead servants of the same level, he had two level three ones, [Variety Enchantress] Beatrice and [Frogman].

It was enough to activate [Wild Hunt Knight] twice, temporarily gain the combat power of level three for three minutes, or gain six minutes of transformation time at a time.

If he just wanted to escape, the time should be enough.

"Don't waste it. It's not the end of the road yet. Look at me first."

Violet, who was in tune with Byron, had already known Byron's trump card and stopped him immediately.

She slapped the [Traveler's Bag] on her waist with her slender hand, and threw out tens of thousands of steel balls and a large amount of granular gunpowder used for shotguns.

She raised her booted feet and stomped on the ground.

A huge circular alchemy array burst out under her feet. Between the flashes of lightning, the earth and rocks shook, and one after another short rock barrels were drilled out from the ground.

In an instant, dozens of short-range but large-caliber rock mortars were refined.

A considerable part of it was mixed with gold produced in the golden apple orchard, emitting a beautiful golden glow.

Alchemy: [Artillery Position Alchemy]!

This is the specialty of a third-level gunsmith.

Turn everything around into guns, cannons, and bombs.

There is no such condition on the sea where there is a lack of supplies and even no soil, but there is no limit on the land with abundant resources.

These gun barrels are half buried in the ground, using the earth as the barrel, making up for the lack of stone strength.

The accuracy may not be as good as the real artillery position, but the terrifying number is enough to make up for everything.

Besides, facing the huge human bone tree in front of them, there is no need for any accuracy.

The scattered ammunition is automatically loaded and calibrated.

Violet waved her hand and shouted:

"Art is explosion, artillery position fire!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Dozens of stone mortars fired loudly, and the orange-red flames instantly illuminated the night sky.

Countless hot steel balls carried irresistible kinetic energy, tearing everything in front of them into pieces.

Whether it was the branches of the palms, the roots of the mouth, or the trunks filled with organs, they were completely meaningless in the face of such a concentrated fire.

In terms of destructive power, Byron, the second-level [Storm Knight], is currently at best about the same as the little finger of her third-level gunsmith.

Science is the ten-fold lever that pulls the gap between the two.

Violet, whose progress in practice is somewhat unworthy of her title of genius, may not be able to independently activate the "flow" and perfectly control this power for the time being.

But just one "bomb me" is enough to defeat ten with one force, which is similar to Catherine's one wealth defeating ten with one skill.

When they were in Anchor Bay, Byron had already made an accurate evaluation of her:

"Just [Gunpowder Artist] alone, as long as she is well prepared, the firepower she can burst out is almost comparable to the naval gun salvo.

Not to mention the mid-sequence transcendents, even the high-sequence transcendents dare not resist her artistic performance.

The increasingly abundant firepower in the hands of [Craftsman] is the confidence of the sea power countries that the giant ships and cannons will rule this sea and suppress all the weird and evil spirits."

The scorching hot wind whistled past, blowing the hems of the two people's clothes and making a fierce sound.

When the smoke and dust in front of them dissipated slightly, there was only a mess on the battlefield.

The upper part of the human bone tree had completely disappeared, and the broken parts were all charred and exuded a disgusting burnt smell.

The ground was full of broken limbs and arms with black sticky blood flowing, still slowly wriggling and trying to recover.

But because the injury was too severe, everything was in vain.

Even at this point, those mouths from the Black Tongue Brotherhood, each with a black tongue, were still chanting:

"All mine, all mine"

But before the two of them could breathe a sigh of relief.

Dozens of whist cards as sharp as knives had already shot down from the sky again.

"How dare you reject the clown's kindness.

I will cut you into pieces and eat you all alive."

Byron didn't have time to complain about this guy who had already started to talk nonsense. After being cut into pieces, a person could not be eaten alive again.

Unless he had the ability to be torn into pieces like the clown.

He quickly pulled up Violet, dodged the card flying sword, offset the gravity, and rolled up a gust of wind to fly in other directions of the apple orchard.

At the same time, the spiritual glow connected to the crystal skull No. 12 [North Star God], and the strategic map was expanded to the maximum extent, scanning all outsiders within a radius of several thousand meters.

Yes, he not only had to run, but also had to divert the trouble and find a few scapegoats for himself.

It would be perfect if the clown could change his target.

The [Bone-eating Clown] floating in the sky had long hated them and naturally chased them.

One after another, the flying swords of cards that could cut the wind continued. Byron and Violet flew close to the ground and blocked these attacks with the help of nearby trees and hills.

But the bone-eating clown, which could also fly, was not slow, and it would not last long if it just took a beating without fighting back.

Realizing the urgency of the current situation, Violet, who was the main attacker, had a plan in mind and jumped into Byron's arms without hesitation:

"Hold me, I will fight back."

Byron subconsciously picked up Violet, who was light in body, by the waist in a princess hug.

When one person was the main attacker, the other naturally took on the role of "mount" responsible for dodging.

And Byron, whether in his previous life or this life, was the first time to hug a girl like this, and he had never tried it even with his sister Catherine, who was so familiar with him.

He couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart.

The girl was as thin as a spring steel sheet, but her waist was full of power, and her round and slender legs brought him, a "theoretical old driver", an unprecedented violent shock.

The habit did not change, but the pursuit of beautiful things remained.

Who doesn't want to be such a mount?

Violet is actually the same.

If there is no 100% trust, it is impossible to completely entrust your life and death to another person.

You must know that when a sailboat is chased and fleeing on the sea, it is normal to throw away the baggage on the ship in exchange for faster speed.

If you meet the wrong person, it will be a tragedy to end up like the general who was sent to the enemy camp by the coachman because of a piece of mutton.

Princess Wanmin grew up in a pirate den. She was not an innocent young lady, but a decisive pirate commander.

She had little trust in others.

After fighting side by side for many times, it was even more precious to have such a subconscious reaction.

She had completely recognized Byron's reliability.

Perhaps because they had unlocked their own life achievements, the anchor chain between the orphan alliance quietly turned golden.

It was already catching up with the thick, unbreakable golden chain between Byron and Bruch, which was backed by the law.

However, now was not the time to think about it.

"Transmutation blood."

The two people who were getting more and more tacit only needed one word or one look to know each other's thoughts.

"Received."

Although Byron had not had the opportunity to hunt a third-level extraordinary for a long time, the third-level transmutation blood had run out, but the second-level was still sufficient.

Upon hearing this, a stream of transmutation blood immediately flowed out of the [Warrior's Cup] hanging around his waist.

In front of Violet, a blood ball the size of a coconut was formed.

The precious alchemical gunpowder [Kiss of Flame] in the traveler's bag also flew out by itself and instantly combined with the transmuted blood.

Gurgle Gurgle

The blood-red liquid rolled violently between the girl's hands, emitting large bubbles. It was obvious that the two were undergoing a crazy chemical reaction.

It was the strongest supernatural gunpowder formula [Blood and Fire Song] in their hands!

Byron, who had witnessed the [Blood and Fire Song] fireworks show with his own eyes, couldn't help sweating on his forehead at this time, and his heart was almost in his throat.

If there is an error, just like the Royal Tax Inspection Team at that time, even cremation is saved.

However, his worry is obviously unnecessary.

This kind of dangerous explosive with extremely terrifying power, which once staged a "flare explosion case", is tamed like a loyal dog in Violet's palm.

Soon, the reaction was completed and Violet threw it into the air.

"Go!"

In the dazzling flash of the alchemy array, drops of red liquid medicine instantly expanded into a large number of red and agile sparrows.

"Chirp chirp chirp."

These fiery red sparrows vibrated their wings, dragging dazzling blood lines in the air, and rushed directly to the bloated bone-eating clown in the air that looked like a hot air balloon.

The next moment, countless loud noises merged into one.

Rumble rumble

The sky was flashing with fire and thunder, and a red fire dragon that rushed straight into the sky could be clearly seen by treasure hunters dozens of kilometers away in the night sky.

Gunfighting can be called an elegant art, and this shocking explosion is even more so.

It also perfectly fits the lifelong artistic concept of Violet, the [gunpowder artist]:

"If you are poor, you can use tactics to intersperse, and if you are rich, you can use carpet bombing;

Caliber is justice, and range is truth;

Salvo is romance, and explosion is art.

Pursue truth! Protect justice! Create art! Love nuclear peace!"