Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 470 Relic: The First Bolt-Action Rifle (6100)

Located in the central part of Yucatan Island, Torrent Fortress 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 put into use. In the blast furnaces of the steel mills, coal is burning day and night.

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

After a few years, perhaps new [wonders of civilization] will be formed.

However, since it is close to the sea, there are also the Golden Law and many natural spirits acting as nodes to regulate it.

The sea breeze that blows over the city from time to time ultimately prevents the fog from increasing to the point where it causes severe pollution and threatens 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 Rapids Fort.

The main force of the Whale Oil Power Research Institute is the "virtual ship spirit" that has occupied the body of [sailboat collector] Morton Gray.

After being completely cut off from its original body, it was subdued by the "Faust Contract" and turned into a companion life like the group of maids.

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

His daily routine is as follows:

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

"Master, please give me your orders." "I order you to use rubber raw materials to make vulcanized rubber that is resistant to high temperatures and corrosion."

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

Byron reshaped everyone's personality into what he needed.

And even if he encounters the following three sentences:

"I think the design is good, but...", "I don't know what effect I want, you can make it first and show it to me.", "Why don't we go back to the first draft?" I will never get angry.

Not only is it very easy to use, it is also often borrowed by various departments. It is always hardworking and never complains even when running at full capacity.

However, when he looked up inadvertently during work breaks, he would subconsciously look at the two holy relics serving here: the [Curved Plow] that automatically plows the land with an ox and a horse, and the [Furnace Forging Hammer] that would feel uncomfortable if he didn't work for a day.

There was a sense of satisfaction in his eyes as if he had seen a "close friend", and his whole body was filled with strength again.

"Only people who are useless to the world would take a holiday. How can a pillar of society like me take a holiday? I am here to serve all mankind. Get to work!"

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

The setting sun in the sky was as red as blood, but the [Gunpowder Artist] was still working day and night.

Jingle bells
Bang Bang Bang.
In the private workshop deepest in the institute, the noise produced by a series of machining operations is endless.

Some parts require the use of large hydraulic presses, others require forging, machining, and finally heat treatment.
The complexity of this new invention far exceeds any current man-made thermal weapon.

Fortunately, thanks to his increasingly powerful spirituality, Byron can completely reproduce all the information he has ever seen in his memory.

He had never seen the most advanced military drawings, and even if he had, he did not have the corresponding precision processing capabilities.

However, I have seen many excellent documentaries such as "The Charm of Machinery" and "Attack of the Machines", which cover everything from catapults, machine tools, to guns, internal combustion engines, and turbines. Even after more than ten years, 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 and even a feasible plan, we can let Violet, the firearms expert, correct the details.

After carefully adjusting it with alchemy and a file countless times, Violet, who had been working at her desk for a long time wearing small tortoise-shell glasses, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It should be okay this time."

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

She was already familiar with the structure of the new firearms and did not need to refer to blueprints.

Click!Click!
With the crisp sound of metal colliding, the barrel, buttstock, and bolt were assembled together one by one, and a brand new firearm that had never appeared in the world gradually took shape in her hands.

Try pulling the bolt, the delicate mechanical structure gives you an extremely smooth touch.

It seemed as if it was not created by human hands, but was born this way, and only came into the world with the help of Byron's brain and her hands.

Violet’s face flushed with excitement. She stroked the cold and hard barrel of the gun and tried to suppress her joy as she muttered to herself:
"The world's first bolt-action rifle was born!"

Due to the early maturity of whale oil primers and copper-shell whale oil fixed ammunition, they had the opportunity to develop the bolt-action rifle in one step, bypassing the percussion cap musket.

According to the general rule of naming weapons after gunsmiths, this first epoch-making bolt-action rifle was named: Witch Type 1472, or "Type 72 Rifle" for short.

The significance goes beyond the gun itself. As its name spreads, the legendary status of [Witch] Violet will also soar rapidly.

It has left a significant mark in the history of human firearms.

Perhaps one day, whenever we think of this witch, we will be able to connect her to "war", and at that time we will not be far from the divine realm.

After Violet checked the gun again and again to make sure there was nothing wrong with it, she immediately took out the matching magazine and pressed five yellow copper-cased whale oil bullets into the magazine.

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

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

Click!

Pull the bolt, load the bullet, and the sound of mechanical transmission sounds extremely pleasant.

boom--!
Without using any description or even aiming, she pulled the trigger at the target a hundred meters away.

The muzzle of the gun flashed blue fire. A steel-core bullet produced on an assembly line passed through the rifled barrel, pushed by the explosive and expanding gunpowder, and pierced the center of the bull's eye while spinning at high speed, leaving a hole that went through it from front to back.

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

Then with another lift and a push, the next bullet in the magazine was loaded.

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

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

Extracting the shell and loading the bullet by pulling the bolt is much faster than the complicated loading process of the matchlock or flintlock rifle.

You have to know that the flintlock rifle can only fire 2-3 rounds per minute.

But when holding a bolt-action rifle, as long as your hand speed is fast enough, you can easily 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 epoch-making progress, and will soon completely put an end to the "musketeer battle line tactics" and the "era of line shooting".

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

Once the troops are deployed on a large scale, the combat effectiveness of ordinary soldiers will also increase rapidly, further weakening the role of low-sequence transcendents.

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

When facing the giant insects and beasts in the southern continent, they will no longer be as powerless as flintlock rifles, and there will no longer be a need for a large number of extraordinary people to help.

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

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

"My Lord, times have really changed.

A bolt-action rifle for every man is the real way to rally the people!"

boom! boom! boom!
After sighing, Violet continued to shoot. The targets of the next three bullets moved further and further away. 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 shot at the moving target, the bat.

Facing the bullet flying at high speed, the bat screamed strangely:
"Squeak! Someone is murdering her husband here!"

He instantly regained his human form, and the thin scarlet sword in his hand flashed with blood. The steel core bullet was neatly split into two halves and flew past both sides of his body.

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

Easier than Violet repeatedly shooting herself in the head on her Death Roulette.

On the ground, the little witch proudly shook the bolt-action rifle in her hand, her tail almost sticking up.

Your face is full of praise for me, come and praise my proud look.

Snapped!
Byron landed beside the girl and gently patted her raised buttocks as a punishment, then gave her a thumbs up and praised:
"Miss, this new gun is awesome!"

I originally wanted to sneak over and give the little witch a surprise, but unexpectedly, she gave me a big surprise instead.

He excitedly took the Witch 1472 from Violet and took a quick glance at it. A series of specific parameters immediately appeared in the [Logbook].

“Material: walnut and steel; empty weight: 4.09 kg (9.0 lb); length: 1250 mm (49.2 in);

Barrel length: 740mm (29.1 inches); Bullet: 7.92×57mm 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 sight);

Feed method: 5-round internal magazine (can be pressed in with clips).”

Bolt-action rifles also have many advantages.

It has high precision, long range, fast shooting 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 manually, which is very helpful for quickly expanding the scale of production.

Compared with the semi-automatic and automatic rifles of the future, it may not be perfect, but this does not affect its status as the ancestor of modern rifles.

Of course, the main reason why Byron strictly follows the development route of his previous life again is purely to kill two birds with one stone and gain more [Relics]!
No one knows better than him how to exploit the collective subconscious of humanity.

clang!clang!clang!
As Violet fired five bullets using the bolt-action mode, proving the advanced nature of the gun, a distant bell rang in the sky.

[Silver Law] has manifested on this land for an unknown number of times. An incomparably brilliant golden beam of light slammed down on the witch 1472, dyeing it completely golden.

Violet's spirituality also increased dramatically at the same time.

Catherine was stuck at the promotion ceremony, having been stuffed full by Byron before.

Now only Byron and Violet were sharing the benefits, and their numbers soared from just over 15 to 16 in one breath, proving the extraordinary significance of this new invention. At the same time, the information displayed on the [Logbook] also changed drastically.

[Level 1 Relic: First Bolt-Action Rifle]:
"As a groundbreaking invention of firearms, it redefined what individual weapons are and completely overturned all tactics and strategies of the flintlock era.

It has finally ushered in its glorious era. "

“Ability 1, [Sir, times have changed]:
Michael Hunt, the sword master of the Holy Silver Empire, once wrote a self-defense manual: "A New Artistic Manual of Rapier Fencing".

The name sounds too literary, but if you translate it, it can be understood as the Mad Dog Boxing Grandmaster Mr. Chen's version of "Extremely Powerful and Practical - Unlimited Fighting Techniques".

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

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

When you shout out: 'Sir, times have changed.'

No matter the opponent is an elemental creature, evil spirit, grotesque or other extraordinary creature, your big gun will cause real physical damage.

No one is immune except for the seventh-level true god. All extraordinary abilities are just fancy words and will cost you a life.

If one shot doesn’t kill, shoot twice!
Who else but me can perform physical exorcism?
With the exponentially increasing power of [Death Roulette], it is not a dream to kill a fifth-level legend unexpectedly. "

Seeing this, Violet 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 for sure.

Even if you are lucky, you can only survive by using resurrection coins such as [Echo of Hell] to be reborn through borrowing a body.

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

There are thousands of strange abilities in the world, and you never know when you will be restrained by an enemy, and then you will have 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 casualties among soldiers (Gatlin: laughs).

But in essence it is still a killing machine.

As a milestone whale oil fixed-load ammunition prototype weapon, Witch Type 1472 has ancestral-level growth potential.

It can be used as the core to integrate various guns and various hot weapons, combining their strengths to form the most terrifying [killing machine].

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

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

He snapped his fingers casually.

The [Gun Spirits] of six little yellow chickens emerged from her mental magazine and lined up neatly in front of the two of them, counting their numbers.

They each delved into a type of hot weapon: bolt-action rifle, 32-pound long-barreled cannon, 32-pound carronade, large-caliber revolver, and so on.

Then they all rushed into the dazzling light emitted by the bolt-action rifle and began to transform.

Byron's ears were automatically dubbed subconsciously, and his own exclusive BGM appeared.

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

"Kakada!" (I will form the right hand/left hand)

"Kaka-da!" (I will form the right foot/left foot).
This thing should only have five positions in its normal form, and the last [Gunsmoke Spirit] paused for a moment.

But this little thing did not bother it. After all, it had seen Byron walking on three legs like the Chinese character "木", so it knew that a "chicken" was not redundant.

"Kakada!" (I'll form the crotch!)
He leaped forward and threw himself at his crotch, finally forming the complete form of the [Killing Machine].

The shape can be described in one word: cool! Two words: very cool! Three words: extremely cool!
[Killing Machine] ignored gravity and floated in the air. It was as tall as a two-story building and barely looked three-quarters human.

His head was like a thick gun barrel, his hands, feet and crotch were filled with all kinds of hot weapons, and his back was wrapped with dense ammunition chains like ribbons.

It's much cooler than a gun spirit that simply possesses a cannon.

When Violet saw the Killing Machine's current appearance, she couldn't help but spit at Byron.

These guys all learned bad things from him.

But she would never admit that she, the queen, had seen Byron's "木" form more than anyone else.

With an idea in mind, the [Killing Machine] immediately opened fire at the nearby hill.

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

The ground under my feet was shaking, hot wind was howling, and smoke and dust were rising.

Byron summoned a gust of wind to blow away the dust in front of him, and found that the hill in front of him looked like an apple that had been bitten by someone, and there was a huge black pit 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 the blooming bomb.

This is probably the result of a salvo fired by a third-class battleship with a displacement of more than 74 tons and guns.

Miss Gunpowder Artist was so dazzled by the spectacular fireworks display that her blue eyes, leaning against Byron, were a little watery.

Because she was too excited, her cheeks turned red, shining brightly against the setting sun in the sky.

The refreshing and pleasant scent of gardenia on her body became more and more fragrant, making Byron, who had never been separated from her for so long since they confirmed their relationship, feel restless.

He reached out and hugged the girl's slender waist, lowered his head and gently bit her crystal earlobe:

“Now, Princess, your gun is done.

Is it my turn to fight next?"

Violet’s body softened as Byron’s hot breath penetrated her ears.

But the little witch is a little witch. She never loses the battle even if she loses the fight. There is no word of retreat in her dictionary. She fights again and again despite repeated defeats.

Turning his head, he looked directly into Byron's eyes, raised his delicate chin and said provocatively:

"Oh? Little brother, can you do it?

Sister, I can fight better with my feet than you can."

The words were a double entendre, and the clothes on her body changed automatically, using alchemy to turn into a white strapless long dress with 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 run rampant in front of him?

He picked her up in a princess-like hug and rushed into the alchemy workshop next door.

He remembered that when it was first built, there was a small cell that had not yet been put into use in order to test the destructive effects of weapons.

As soon as I walked into the door, I heard the sound of wind falling behind me.

A beautiful, shining mithril dragon followed closely and transformed 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:
"My lady, it took almost a week to go back and forth to the kingdom, and I remember today happened to be Sunday.

What should we do on this special day? "

Violet nodded like a chick pecking at rice, watching Catherine’s increasingly red face with amusement:

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

Catherine's jade-like cheeks and neck suddenly flushed red.

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

Although she is as bright and beautiful as a red rose, she is more shy than the serious iceberg beauty in the eyes of others, and she just wants to run away when the time comes.

But at this moment.

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

"Eh? Eh."

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

blah blah blah!

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 he struggles, it will be in vain.

When I looked up again, I saw that Violet and Byron had transformed 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 Know" for a while.

How about we take this opportunity to review today?"

Violet looked at Catherine and nodded maliciously:
"OK.

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 little white fish in the air and pleaded for help pitifully:
"Broken throat! Broken throat!"

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

Next is another day of "family happiness".

(End of this chapter)