The dragon just wants to stay at home, but the players are frantically upgrading their technology.

As the shells were loaded, the players standing behind the cannon barrel began to count the numbers in unison.

"03! 02! 01! Fire!"

Then, they lit the fuse at the breech of the gun barrel.

"Art is an explosion!"

"The caliber is justice!"

Someone shouted something.

The next second, a dull cannon shot echoed across the small slope.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The giant tree trembled, dirt flew everywhere, and flames burst from the cannon muzzle.

The shell shot out of the barrel at high speed, cutting through the air, leaping over the treetops, and tracing a beautiful parabola in the sky.

Oh oh oh!

Strange noises appeared over the abandoned trade route.

The dire wolves and goblins were on edge because of the recent explosion.

Almost the instant the sound appeared, they gripped their weapons tightly and huddled together in tension.

The goblins instinctively looked around at the surrounding woods, searching for the source of the sound.

"Look up at the sky! Look up at the sky!"

Several goblins shouted, pointing to a black dot in the sky that was motionless but rapidly enlarging.

But before they could even utter their words, those dark spots had already appeared.

Chapter 41 The Real War

boom! boom! boom!

The black dot, carrying immense kinetic energy and an irresistible force, crashed into the dense military formation.

Before the goblin team members could react, they saw a black dot hit the goblin squad leader.

The hard breastplate was as flimsy as paper, completely useless.

The goblin squad leader's upper body vanished instantly, turning into blood and gore scattered everywhere and bits of flesh covering the ground.

The iron shell smashed a crater, neither too big nor too small, embedded in the carpet of flesh and blood.

Looking at the goblin squad leader who had always bullied them, now reduced to a bloody mess, the goblin team members didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

He felt his head buzzing, a jumble of emotions swirling around him, and he couldn't make sense of what was happening.

Zizizi!

An inexplicable sound came from the center of the carpet of flesh and blood ahead, and the goblin team members trembled, instinctively wanting to run.

Before he could make a move, blazing black flames erupted, engulfing everything within several meters.

The violent shockwave knocked over nearby goblin team members.

But what's even more terrifying is the iron nails and shrapnel that were ejected from the flames by the shockwave.

With terrifying speed and immense kinetic energy, they relentlessly pierced through the surrounding goblin soldiers who were only dressed in leather armor.

Even the goblin squad leader, clad in an iron breastplate, couldn't withstand it.

The iron breastplate and the first-tier body were torn apart, leaving large and small bloody holes.

Boom boom boom!

Dense explosions echoed through the abandoned trade route, and bursts of black flames erupted.

Nails and shrapnel transformed into death storms, tearing through the goblin army's formation, shrieking as they reaped the goblins' lives.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen goblin soldiers had turned into corpses on the ground.

"Ah! Ahh!"

"My legs! My legs are gone!"

A series of piercing screams rang out.

Limbs and severed bodies were scattered everywhere, along with dirt flying in all directions, and the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood filled the air.

The goblins had never seen anything like it before; they were terrified, panicked, and fled in disarray.

In an instant, the goblin army's originally orderly formation turned into a chaotic mess.

In the distance, atop a small hill.

Hearing the explosions grow much quieter, Mog and Finley stared at the scene with their mouths agape, their eyes wide with shock.

What kind of weapon is this?

It instantly shattered the goblin army's formation.

Mog gripped the bone staff tightly, a look of relief flashing across his face.

No wonder he was confident of defeating an elite army of over a hundred goblins in just ten days.

So such a weapon exists.

Immediately, a sense of resentment rose in Mog's heart, and he looked at the War General and the Caliber of Justice beside him.

If you have such a weapon, please show it off sooner rather than later!

It forced me to take sides, make guarantees, and persuade the jackal chieftain.

Mog was unaware that these gunpowder weapons had only been made in the last ten days.

Finley, the gnoll chieftain, was completely stunned at this moment.

His body trembled uncontrollably, and a fanaticism gradually emerged in his shocked eyes.

The violent explosion, the rising flames and smoke—it was beautiful, absolutely beautiful!

This is the real war!

This is the real weapon!

"Hmm...we should be able to fire another round."

"Justice is justice," he murmured to himself.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it reached Finley and Mogg's ears clearly.

hiss~

The two couldn't help but gasp.

In this round, you directly broke through the enemy's formation and easily killed dozens of people.

What if there's another round?

"...Unfortunately, the firepower is still too weak."

A voice of regret, echoing the sentiment of justice, came from the crowd.

Mogg and Finley's eyelids twitched, and they suddenly turned their heads, their eyes simultaneously fixed on Caliber Justice.

Living father!

This power is still small, it's absolutely terrifying!

"I look forward to you creating even more powerful weapons."

Zhan Shuai smiled and patted the shoulder of "Caliber is Justice".

Upon hearing this, Mog couldn't help but secretly glance at the caliber of justice.

If he heard correctly, this terrifying weapon was actually made by this seemingly weak, inexperienced dog-headed man in front of him?

"However, the intention is not to kill them all with artillery shells, but just to disrupt their formation."

Withdrawing his hand, Zhan Shuai turned his gaze to the back of the abandoned trade route.

Mog and Finley only noticed after hearing the Warmaster's words.

Suddenly, an armored army appeared there.

The army mainly consists of Dragonblood Warriors and ordinary player kobolds, totaling thirty people.

"Huh? How did they get there?"

Finley looked bewildered.

That area is a flat plain surrounded by mountains and forests.

Just an hour or two ago, the goblin army's stragglers and the scouts who roamed the Blackrock Mountains passed through there.

How did Zhan Shuai and his men manage to hide so many people right under the enemy's nose?

His gaze swept across the location where the cannonballs were fired and the position of the armored kobold army.

Finley then realized that the Blackscale Clan was not only powerful in weaponry, but the man before him was also a tactical mastermind.