Pirate Kingship

The Torrent Fortress located in the middle of Yucatan Island has become the industrial center, research and development center, and economic center of the entire Holy Golden Empire.

It's a pity that the whale oil-powered steam engine has not yet been successfully implemented. In the blast furnaces of the steelmaking plant, coal is burning day and night.

As a result, there is always a mist over the Fortress, and many local residents jokingly call this the world's largest industrial city: the Fog City.

After a few years, maybe a new [Civilization Wonder] will be formed.

However, because it is close to the seaside, there are also golden laws and many natural spirits that serve as nodes to regulate it.

The sea breeze that blew over the city from time to time did not intensify the fog to the extent that it would cause heavy pollution and threaten the lives and health of residents.

Currently, the two most core scientific research institutions, the "Whale Oil Power Research Institute" and the "Flame Art Research Institute", are both inside the large bastion of Torrent Castle.

The main force of the Whale Oil Power Research Institute is the "virtual ship spirit" who has taken over the body of [Sailboat Collector] Moulton Gray.

After completely cutting off contact with his true body, he was subdued by the "Faustian Contract" and became a companion being like those maids.

At the same time, it has become a ruthless scientific research machine.

His usual routine is as follows:

"Master, please give me your instructions." "I order you to increase the precision of the machine tool by 80%."

"Master, please give me your instructions." "I order you to use rubber raw materials to create high-temperature and corrosion-resistant vulcanized rubber."

"Master, please give me your instructions." "I order you to generate ten design plans for me to choose from according to local conditions. Each one cannot be repeated."

His personality was reshaped by Byron into what he needed.

And even if he encounters the following three sentences:

"I think the design is pretty good, but...", "I don't know what effect I want, please make it first and show it to me.", "How about changing it back to the first draft?" Absolutely not. Rampage.

Not only is it very easy to use, it is often borrowed by various departments. It has always worked hard and never complained even when it was operating at full capacity.

When I inadvertently raise my head during work breaks, I subconsciously look at the two sacred relics that are serving here: the [curved shaft plow] with one ox and one horse automatically plowing the land, and the [oven forging hammer] that makes people uncomfortable if they don't work for a day.

His eyes showed the satisfaction of seeing a "bosom friend", and his whole body was filled with strength again.

"Only people who are useless to the world will take a vacation. How can a talented person like me take a vacation? I am here to serve all mankind and work!"

Compared with the whale oil-powered steam engine that is still in the paper demonstration stage, the research and development progress of the Flame Art Research Institute, led by Miss Violet next door, is obviously much faster than theirs.

The sunset in the sky is like blood, and the [Gunpowder Artist] is still working day and night.

jingle jingle

Bang bang bang.

In the private workshop deep in the institute, the noise produced by a series of machining processes is endless.

Some parts require the use of large hydraulic stamping machines, and some require forging, machining, and finally heat treatment.

This new invention is far more complex than any man-made thermal weapon currently available.

Fortunately, thanks to his increasingly stronger spirituality, Byron's memory can completely reproduce any information he has seen before.

He has never seen the most advanced military blueprints, and even if he has seen them, he does not have the corresponding precision processing capabilities.

But I have watched many excellent documentaries such as "The Charm of Machines" and "Attack of the Machines", covering everything from trebuchets and machine tools to firearms, internal combustion engines, and turbines. Even more than ten years later, they are still vivid in my mind.

It's not a big problem if there are no parameters. As long as there is a research direction or even a feasible plan, Violet, a firearms expert, can correct the details.

I don’t know how many times Violet carefully adjusted it with alchemy and files. Wearing small tortoise shell glasses and working at her desk for a long time, Violet breathed a sigh of relief:

"It should be okay this time."

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, revealing two white and tender arms. He picked up the dark and shiny steel components on the table and began the final assembly work.

She has long been familiar with the structure of new firearms, and there is no need to compare drawings.

Click! Click!

With the crisp sound of metal collision, the barrel, butt, and bolt were assembled piece by piece, and a brand-new firearm that had never appeared in the world gradually took shape in her hands.

Try pulling the bolt, and the exquisite mechanical structure delivers an extremely smooth and silky feel.

It seemed that it was not made by human hands, but that it was born this way. It was only with the help of Byron's brain and her hands that it came to the world.

A blush of excitement appeared on Violet's face, she stroked the cold and hard body of the gun, tried hard to suppress her joy and said to herself:

"The world's first bolt-action rifle was born!"

Due to the early maturity of whale oil primers and copper-cased whale oil custom-loaded ammunition, they had the opportunity to get it right in one step and develop a bolt-action rifle instead of flash cap muskets.

According to the general rule of naming weapons after the [gunsmith], this first epoch-making bolt-action rifle was named: Witch Type 1472, referred to as "Type 72 Rifle".

The significance is not only the gun itself, but as its name spreads, the legend of [Witch] Violet will also soar rapidly.

It left a mark in the history of human firearms.

Perhaps one day, just thinking of this witch can be associated with "war", and by then the realm of God will not be far away.

After Violet checked the gun again and again, she immediately took out the matching magazine and pressed five yellow copper-shell whale oil bullets into the magazine.

The magazine of this bolt-action rifle is a double-row fixed type. When loading, you can load one by one from the ejection port on the top, or you can load 5 rounds at a time through the magazine, which is much more convenient than the flintlock.

The girl walked out of the workshop quickly with the gun and came to the dedicated shooting range in the open space behind.

Click!

Pulling the bolt, the bullet was loaded, and the sound of mechanical transmission sounded extremely pleasant.

Bang——!

She did not use descriptions, and did not even deliberately aim, and pulled the trigger at the target a hundred meters away.

The muzzle flashed blue fire, and a steel core bullet produced on the assembly line passed through the barrel with rifling under the push of the explosive and expanding gunpowder, and pierced the center of the bull's eye at high speed, leaving a hole that penetrated from front to back.

After Violet fired a shot, she lifted and pulled the bolt again, and a shiny yellow shell was ejected instantly.

Then she lifted and pushed again, and the next bullet in the magazine was loaded.

The whole process allowed her to see the process from loading to firing clearly, with a strange rhythmic beauty and industrial texture, which was particularly pleasing to the eyes of any [craftsman].

Obviously, the "bolt" is the core and soul of the bolt-action rifle.

Pulling the bolt to eject the shell and load the bullet is much faster than the complicated loading process of the matchlock and flintlock.

You should know that the flintlock has a firing rate of only 2-3 rounds per minute.

But when holding a bolt-action rifle, as long as the hand speed is fast enough, it is easy to fire forty rounds in a minute, and the firing rate is almost twenty times that of the former!

Compared with this, it is a great and epoch-making progress, and it will soon completely end the "musket team battle line tactics" and the "line shooting era".

Once they face the old-style musket team using flintlock rifles, it will be like guns and cannons fighting against obsidian weapons, and will definitely produce a fantastic effect of dimensionality reduction.

When the troops are equipped on a large scale, the combat effectiveness of ordinary soldiers will also be accelerated, further weakening the role of low-sequence extraordinary people.

The original combat effectiveness was only 1, but now it can reach at least 5!

It will no longer be as powerless as flintlock rifles against the giant insects and beasts in the southern continent, and no longer need to deploy a large number of extraordinary people to help.

Even if it poses a great threat to the high-sequence extraordinary people on the [Ladder of Glory] path, it may end the myth of the fifth-level legendary thousand-man enemy to a certain extent.

Let the success rate of the treasure-plundering fleet increase by at least 30%.

"My lord, the times have really changed now.

Everyone has a bolt-action rifle to truly gather people!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After sighing, Violet continued to shoot, and the targets shot by the next three bullets were moved farther away one after another. Two hundred meters, three hundred meters, and five hundred meters did not reach the limit of this rifle.

At this time, a red bat flapped its wings and flew at high speed from the direction of the port.

Violet's cherry-colored lips suddenly curled up into a wicked smile, and she turned the gun and fired at the bat.

Facing the high-speed bullet, the bat screamed:

"Squeak! Someone is murdering her husband here!"

Instantly restored to human form, the thin scarlet sword in his hand flashed with blood, and the steel core bullet was neatly split into two halves, flying from both sides of his body.

Of course, it doesn't matter even if he is hit, Byron, a fourth-level mythical creature, has long been immune to physical attacks.

It's easier than Violet repeatedly shooting herself in the head when she played [Death Roulette].

On the ground, the little witch proudly shook the bolt-action rifle in her hand, and her tail was about to rise.

Her face was full of praise for me, come and praise me.

Snap!

Byron landed beside the girl, gently patted her raised buttocks as a punishment, and then gave her a thumbs up and praised:

"Miss, this new gun is great!"

I wanted to sneak over to give the little witch a surprise, but I didn't expect that she would give me a big surprise instead.

He excitedly took the Witch 1472 from Violet, glanced at it, and a series of specific parameters were immediately displayed on the [Logbook].

"Raw materials: walnut and steel; empty gun weight: 4.09 kg (9.0 lbs); length: 1250 mm (49.2 inches);

Barrel length: 740 mm (29.1 inches); bullet: 7 copper shell whale oil fixed bullet; bolt: rotating rear-pull bolt;

Firing mode: continuous fire; muzzle velocity: 878 m/s; effective range: 500 meters (mechanical sights) ≥ 800 meters (scope);

Feeding method: 5 rounds of built-in magazine (can be pressed in with a bridge clip)."

Bolt-action rifles also have many advantages.

High accuracy, long range, fast firing rate, simple structure, easy maintenance, extremely high reliability even in harsh environments, low cost, and very simple manufacturing process.

As long as the principle is understood, even a small workshop can produce it by hand, which is very conducive to rapidly expanding the scale of production.

It may not be perfect compared to future semi-automatic and automatic rifles, but this does not affect its status as the ancestor of modern rifles.

Of course, the main reason why Byron strictly followed the development path of his previous life was purely to kill two birds with one stone and harvest more [Relics]!

No one knows how to fleece the collective subconscious of mankind better than him.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

As Violet used the bolt-action mode to fire five bullets, proving the advanced nature of the firearm, a distant bell suddenly sounded in the sky.

I don’t know how many times the [Silver Law] manifested itself on this land. The extremely brilliant golden light beam suddenly fell on the Witch 1472, completely dyeing it golden.

Violet's spirituality also skyrocketed.

Catherine was stuck at the promotion ceremony, having already been filled to the brim by Byron.

Now only Byron and Violet share the benefits, both of them soared from just over 15 points to 16 points in one breath, proving the extraordinary significance of this new invention.

At the same time, the information displayed on the [Navigation Log] also changed drastically.

[Level 1 Holy Relic·The First Bolt Action Rifle]:

“As an epoch-making invention of firearms, it redefined what it meant to be an individual weapon and completely overturned all tactics and tactics in the flintlock era.

Finally ushered in its glorious era. "

"Ability 1. [Sir, times have changed]:

Michael Hunter, the swordsman of the Holy Silver Empire, once wrote a self-defense manual: "A New Artistic Swordmanship Manual".

This name sounds too literary, but if transformed, it can be understood as the version of "Extremely Powerful and Practical - Unlimited Fighting Technique" by Master Chen of Mad Dog Boxing.

The explanation of the 100th move in this book clearly states: 'Sir, rather than a dagger, you should use a short-barreled gun. ’

This ability represents breaking away from the rules and solving problems in a more advanced way.

When you shout the words: 'Sir, times have changed'.

No matter the opponent is an elemental creature, evil spirit, grotesque or other extraordinary creature, it will all be dealt real physical damage by your big gun.

Except for the seventh-level true god, no one is immune. All extraordinary abilities are just fancy, and one life must be lost.

If you can't kill him with one shot, just shoot him twice!

Physical exorcism, who else but me?

Coupled with the exponentially increasing power of [Death Roulette], killing a fifth-level legend by surprise is no longer a dream. "

When Violet saw this, she couldn't help but stick out her tongue cutely at Byron.

Fortunately, the shot was fired before he was transformed into a holy relic. If he had been shot in the head after the transformation, he would have been dead.

Even if you're lucky, you can only survive by using resurrection coins like [Hell's Echo] that can be reborn.

Byron raised his hand and scratched the bridge of her nose, and secretly made up his mind that he would never rely on his special nature to take bullets from others.

There are thousands of strange abilities in the world, and they may be restrained by some enemy, and there will be no place to cry.

This is not over yet.

"Ability 2, [Killing Machine]:

We all know that the main purpose of upgrading firearms is to reduce soldier casualties (Gatlin: laughs).

But the essence is still a killing machine.

As a landmark whale oil custom-loaded prototype weapon, the Witch Type 1472 has ancestral level of growth.

It can be used as the core, integrating various guns and various thermal weapons, and combining their specialties to form the most terrifying [killing machine].

The more powerful the thermal weapons that make up the killing machine, and the deeper the human fear of thermal weapons such as guns, the stronger its power will be. "

Violet touched her smooth chin and immediately thought of the best way to use this ability.

He snapped his fingers casually.

Six little yellow chickens' [Gun Gun Demon Spirits] came out of her mental magazine and lined up in front of the two of them to report their numbers.

Each of them got into a kind of hot weapon: bolt-action rifle, 32-pound long-barreled cannon, 32-pound Caron gun, large-caliber revolver gun, etc.

Then they all jumped into the dazzling light of the bolt-action rifle. Start transforming.

Byron's ears were automatically dubbed subliminally, and a dedicated BGM appeared.

"Cluck!" (I'll form the head)

"Cluck!" (I'll form the right hand/left hand)

"Cluck!" (I'll form the right foot/left foot).

This thing should only have five positions in its normal form, and the movement of the last [Gunner Demon] stopped a little.

But this little thing doesn't bother it. After all, it has seen Byron's heroic posture when walking on three legs like the word "wood", so he knows that having a "chicken" is not superfluous.

"Giggle!" (I'll make up the crotch!)

He jumped up to his crotch and finally formed the complete body of [Killing Machine].

The style can be described in one word: stunning! Two words: Very cool! Three words: "hang" to the sky!

The [Killing Machine] ignores gravity and is suspended in mid-air. It is as high as two floors and barely looks like a three-dimensional human being.

The head is a thick cannon barrel, the hands, feet, and crotch are filled with all kinds of thermal weapons, and behind him are dense bullet chains wrapped like ribbons.

It's much cooler than simply possessing the gun demon.

When Violet saw the image of [Killing Machine] at this time, she couldn't help but spat at Byron.

These guys have all learned bad things from him.

But she would not admit it even to her death. She, the queen, had seen Byron in the shape of the word "wood" more than anyone else.

Following a thought in his heart, [Killing Machine] immediately opened fire towards the hill not far away.

Boom——!

Blue flames exploded, strong light burst out, and I don't know how many shells were fired in one breath.

The feet were shaking, the hot wind was howling, and smoke and dust were flying everywhere.

Byron summoned a gust of wind to blow away the dust in front of him, and found that the small hill in front of him looked like an apple that had been bitten by someone, and a huge dark pit appeared, with bursts of green smoke.

In addition to physical damage, it obviously also has an extremely powerful enchantment effect, which is no less powerful than a shrapnel bomb.

A salvo launched by a third-level battleship with a displacement of more than 1,000 tons and 74 guns is probably just like this.

This spectacular fireworks show made Miss [Gunpowder Artist] dazzled, and her blue eyes leaning on Byron were a little watery.

Because of excessive excitement, a group of red clouds rose on her cheeks, which matched the sunset in the sky.

The fresh and pleasant gardenia fragrance on her body became more and more fragrant, making Byron, who had never been separated from her for so long since the relationship was confirmed, feel agitated.

Reaching out and hugging the girl's slender waist, he lowered his head and gently bit her crystal earlobe:

"Hey, Princess, you've finished shooting.

It's my turn to shoot next, right?"

When Byron's hot breath penetrated her ears, Violet's body softened immediately.

But the little witch is a little witch. She never loses the battle, and she doesn't know what retreat means in the dictionary. She fights and loses again and again, and fights again and again.

Turning her head to look directly into Byron's eyes, she raised her delicate chin and said provocatively:

"Oh? Little brother, can you do it?

I can fight better with my feet than you."

With a double entendre, the clothes on her body changed automatically, using alchemy to turn into a white strapless long dress with off-shoulder straps, and she was wearing crystal high-heeled slippers on her feet.

Through the translucent upper, you can see the white and tender bare feet with the toes painted in crystal sapphire color.

"Gudong!"

Byron swallowed his saliva. How could he allow this little witch to be rampant in front of him?

He picked her up in a princess hug and rushed into the alchemy workshop next to him.

He remembered that there was a small cell that had not been put into use when it was first built to test the damage effect of weapons.

As soon as he walked into the door, there was another sound of wind falling behind him.

A beautiful and shining mithril dragon followed closely and turned into Catherine in a red dress.

"Huh? You guys."

Seeing the posture of the two people, he suddenly thought of something and subconsciously moved his feet and turned to escape.

Byron seemed not to notice her little action, and asked Violet in his arms with a smile:

"Miss, it took almost a week to go back and forth to the kingdom. I remember that today seems to be Sunday.

What should we do on this special day?"

Violet nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and looked at Catherine's increasingly red face with some amusement:

"What else can we do? Of course, we are together."

Catherine's jade-like cheeks and neck suddenly flushed with a large area of ​​red.

"I'm leaving first. I still have a lot of work to do."

She was as bright and beautiful as a red rose, but she was more shy than the cold beauty in the eyes of others. She just wanted to run away when the time came.

But at this moment.

A dark blue tentacle and a blood-red tentacle flew over, each wrapped around one of her smooth and slender calves.

"Eh? Eh eh."

Then two tentacles, one blue and one red, wrapped around her hands, straightened them together, and hung them up in a big letter.

Click!

The high heels on her feet fell to the ground.

As the only third-level person in the family, facing the joint suppression of two fourth-level people, of course, no matter how hard she struggled, it was futile.

When she looked up again, she saw that Violet and Byron in front of her had turned into tentacle monsters.

Another tentacle on Byron's body took out a book from the snakeskin bag and waved it in front of the two sisters:

"Sisters, I haven't practiced "Fifty Knots That Sailors Must Master" for a while.

How about we take this opportunity to review it today?"

Violet looked at Catherine and nodded maliciously:

"Okay.

Miss Mithril Dragon, this is my Torrent Fortress, not your International Port. No one will pay attention to you even if you scream your throat out."

Catherine kicked her bare feet like a little white fish in the air and pleaded for help pitifully:

"Broken throat! Broken throat!"

But she was still dragged in by the two "tentacle monsters" miserably, and the door suddenly closed.

Then it was another day of "family happiness".