Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 232 Deathmatch: The Gunpowder Artist and Her Mount Friend

Unable to avoid it, the two men could only turn around and fight back.

Faced with the overwhelming branches and palms that were hitting him hard, Byron initially wanted to use the [Gun Fighting Technique] he had just figured out to fight his way out.

The dazzling gunfire in his hand flickered continuously, and with only 12 bullets in his [Rose of Thorns], he created a blazing curtain of fire.

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

This human bone tree is so huge that there is no need to aim at it.

But even if you hit more, it doesn't mean anything.

A branch is still a branch, and a broken branch or palm can grow back in the blink of an eye.

Byron created a strong wind and rushed Violet left and right, but it was still difficult to break out of the dense palm canopy.

He immediately realized that the thing in front of him was not something that a low-sequence transcendent or a mere musket could deal with.

No matter how great your skills are, it’s useless.

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

Immediately and decisively changed the target of shooting.

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

It refracted at a sharp angle and narrowly hit the bloated 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 skin, fat and bones underneath.

"A nimble fat man, even his armor is maxed out, it's a foul."

With his tonnage comparable to that of a group of elephants, he would not be able to fly even if he exploded the hydrogen without extraordinary abilities to help him.

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

The magazines of the two 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.

Instead, it automatically searches for enemies that have been hit by other bullets and launches the most deadly concentrated fire.

Six large-caliber bullets and ninety steel balls all hit the same spot where the previous bullet landed without exception.

It finally pierced through Koraskin's membrane, which was as thick as a city wall, and blasted out a huge blood hole that could not be healed for a while.

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

After losing his balance, he could no longer command the human bone tree or provide assists.

At this time, the two people's evasive space had been compressed by more and more palms, and they had to fall back to the ground.

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

Although he does not have ten undead servants of the same level now, he has two third-level ones, Beatrice and Frogman.

It is enough to activate [Wild Hunt Knight] twice, temporarily gaining the third-level combat power for three minutes, or a one-time transformation duration of six minutes.

If we just want to escape, there should be enough time.

"Don't waste it. It's not the end of your rope yet. Look at my money first."

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

With a slender hand, she slapped the [Traveler's Bag] on her waist and threw out the tens of thousands of steel balls used to supply the shotgun and a large amount of granular gunpowder.

She raised her little booted feet and stomped hard on the ground.

A huge circular alchemical array burst out under his feet. Amidst the flashes of lightning, the earth and rocks shook, and one short and thick rock cannon barrel after another quickly emerged from the ground.

In just a moment, he created dozens of rock mortars with short range but large caliber.

A considerable portion of it was mixed with gold that was produced in abundance in the golden apple orchard, emitting beautiful and brilliant golden light.

Alchemy: [Artillery Position Alchemy]!
This is the specialty of a third-level gunsmith.

Turn everything around you into guns and bombs.

This condition does not exist at sea where supplies are scarce and there is not even soil, but there is no constraint on land with abundant resources.

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

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

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

The scattered ammunition is automatically loaded and calibrated.

Violet waved her hand and shouted:
"Art is explosion, fire at the artillery positions!"

boom! boom! boom! boom!
Dozens of stone mortars opened fire, and the orange-red flames instantly illuminated the night sky.

Countless red-hot steel balls carried irresistible kinetic energy, tearing everything in their way into pieces.

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

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

Science is the tenfold lever that widens the gap between the two.

Violet’s training progress is somewhat unworthy of her title of genius. Perhaps for the time being, she cannot independently activate the “flow” and perfectly control this power.

But just one "blow it up for me" is enough to defeat ten people with force, which is similar to Catherine's "wealth defeats ten people with skill".

Back in Anchor Bay, Byron had already made an accurate assessment of her:

“The firepower of a single Gunpowder Artist, if he is well prepared, is almost as powerful as a naval salvo.

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

The increasingly abundant firepower in the hands of the [Craftsman] is the reason why the maritime powers are confident that their giant ships and cannons will rule the sea and suppress all weirdness and evil spirits. "

The scorching hot wind whistled past, blowing the hems of the two people's clothes loudly.

When the smoke and dust cleared, all that was left on the battlefield was a mess.

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

The ground was littered with broken limbs and arms dripping with black sticky blood, still slowly wriggling and trying to recover. However, because the injuries were 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:

"It's all mine, it's all mine"

But before either of them could breathe a sigh of relief.

Dozens of Whist cards, as sharp as knives, flew down from the sky again.

“How dare you reject the clown’s kindness.

I'm going to chop you into pieces and eat you all alive."

Byron had no time to complain to this guy who had already started to talk nonsense. After a person was cut into pieces, it was impossible to be eaten alive.

Unless you have the ability to break into pieces like the Joker.

He quickly pulled Violet up, dodged the card sword, offset the gravity, and rushed in the other direction of the apple orchard with a gust of wind.

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

Yes, not only did he want to run away, he also wanted to shift the blame to someone else and find a few scapegoats for himself.

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

The [Bone-Eating Clown] floating in the sky has long hated them to the core, so naturally it chases after them relentlessly.

There was an endless stream of flying swords that could cut through the wind. Byron and Violet flew close to the ground, using the help of nearby trees and hills to narrowly block the attacks.

But the Bone-Eating Clown, which can also fly, is not slow, and it will not be able to hold out for long if it just takes the beating without fighting back.

Realizing the critical situation, Violet, the main attacker, came up with a plan and jumped into Byron's arms without hesitation:
"Hold me, I will fight back."

Byron subconsciously picked up Violet, who was so light, and hugged her by the waist like a princess.

When one person takes on the main attack, the other naturally takes on the role of "mount" responsible for dodging.

This was the first time for Byron, either in his previous life or this life, to hug a girl like this. He had never tried this even with his sister Catherine, with whom he was so close.

I couldn't help but feel a shock in my heart.

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

The habits remain, but the pursuit of beautiful things remains.

Who wouldn’t want to be a mount like this?
The same is true for Violet.

Without 100% trust, it is impossible to completely entrust your life and death to another person.

You know, when a sailboat is being chased and fleeing on the sea, it is normal to abandon the baggage on board in exchange for faster speed.

It would be a tragedy if you meet the wrong person and 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 never an innocent young lady, but a decisive and ruthless pirate commander.

Very little trust in other people.

After fighting side by side many times, it is even more valuable to have such a subconscious reaction.

I have fully recognized Byron's reliability.

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

It has already caught up with the thick, unbreakable golden chain between Byron and Bruch, which is backed by the law.

But now is not the time to think too much.

"Transmutation blood."

The two people are becoming more and more in sync with each other, and they only need a word or a glance to understand each other's thoughts.

"receive."

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

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

In front of Violet, blood gathered into a ball the size of a coconut.

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

咕噜 咕噜
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 is the most powerful extraordinary gunpowder formula they currently have [Song of Blood and Fire]!
Byron, who had witnessed the "Song of Blood and Fire" fireworks show with his own eyes, couldn't help sweating on his forehead and his heart almost rose to his throat.

If there is an error, it will be just like the royal tax inspection team back then, and even cremation can be saved.

However, his worries were obviously unnecessary.

This dangerous explosive was so powerful that it had once caused a "flare explosion" but in Violet's hands it was as docile as a loyal dog.

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

"go with!"

Amid the dazzling flashes of the alchemy array, drops of crimson liquid instantly expanded into large groups of agile red sparrows.

"twitter."

These fiery red sparrows flapped their wings, dragging dazzling blood lines in the air, and swooped down on 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
There were flashes of fire and rumbling thunder in the sky, and a red fire dragon soaring into the sky could be clearly seen in the night sky by treasure hunters dozens of kilometers away.

Gun fighting might be considered an elegant art, but this shocking explosion was even more so.

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

“When you are poor, you use tactical penetration; when you are rich, you use carpet bombing;

Caliber is justice, range is truth;
Salvo is romance, explosion is art.

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

(End of this chapter)