Mystery: Time Travelers of the Fourth Era

Chapter 503 It's hard to get gold.

With a large number of flintlock muskets in place and that strangely familiar three-stage firing technique, the Storm Church's irritable sailors, despite being outnumbered, were still driving away the indigenous tribes of the Southern Continent.

Klein stared in astonishment at the scene within the illusion.

Where did the flintlock musket come from in the Fourth Age? And what is that silver one?

The flintlock musket was already impressive enough for Klein, but it was still within his acceptable range. It was reasonable that the flintlock musket appeared earlier. In medieval Europe, there were still field artillery units. Simple firearms could not create a significant technological gap in this era when the supernatural was still relatively active.

The tribes on the southern continent were also the survivors of the wars, and the weak were unable to obtain the resources for survival.

Even in later generations, a Sequence 5 Spirit Shaman could at least become a pirate admiral at sea. During the day, the tribe as a whole was not as good as the Storm Church's pioneering group, but at night, this was the Spirit Shaman's home ground, and the hit rate of ordinary firearms was greatly reduced.

Historically, given the relationship between the Storm Church and the Eternal Sun Church, the Storm Church wouldn't possess many extraordinary bullets like the Purification Bullet.

At this time, the technical barriers between churches were probably still quite substantial.

But these pioneers not only had a large number of low-level talismans and supernatural bullets from the solar pathway, they could also deal with a large number of ordinary natural spirits driven by spirit shamans. Those magical, net-like things could actually surround spirits without physical form, and once they were caught, these spirits would disappear, just like being emptied by a vacuum cleaner.

What exactly is this thing?

"%————*&% (*——5)"

An ancient language that I couldn't understand...

The sorcerer seemed very angry, and the night became even more terrifying, with drowsiness surging like waves.

Roar! ! !

The Church of Storms responded quite simply: a large number of Sequence 8 wrathful people roared like wild beasts, and an ocean singer sang with a voice like Alger's. The beautiful music made Klein, who was hiding in the shadows, want to jump out and kill this fat tiger!

You just wait...

The shaman cursed something in an ancient Highland language, mixed with some Dutan accents, before leading the rest of his people into the darkness, and did not continue the night raid.

The members of the Storm Church did not pursue further. They quickly cleaned up the battlefield, performed purification rituals for those who died in the night raid, and then buried them at sea. They would not bury the bodies on the southern continent, otherwise, perhaps the night after tomorrow, these comrades would rise from their graves...

Although the Church of Storms' expansion in the Southern Continent was accompanied by constant bloodshed and conflict, they still managed to seize their place. However, they were unable to completely annihilate these natives because these natives were not intellectually challenged. They could run away, were relatively ignorant, feared death but also worshipped death, and were highly organized. Once they collapsed, they would flee into the mountains and highlands.

In the Fourth Age, an era where the supernatural was not forbidden, even the Church of Storms faced considerable difficulties in colonizing the Southern Continent. The church's angels could not whitewash the situation. Although the scattered tribal groups lacked high-ranking members, the Aegis family, the demon family, the witch family, and the Rose School all had certain activities in the Southern Continent. Some supernatural nobles would also collect extraordinary materials in the Southern Continent. Directly whitewashing and mistakenly killing someone would easily lead to retaliation.

Therefore, the Storm Church, the Eternal Sun Church, and the Church of Knowledge and Wisdom, these three churches that were driven out of the Northern Continent by the Black and White Emperors, were like three nails driven into one side of the Southern Continent, forming a triangle that directly surrounded a large area. The three churches originally disliked each other, but at this time, they maintained a strange harmony.

Even ordinary sailors who worship the Lord of Storms will practice the training formations promoted by the White Emperor.

Klein watched as these low-sequence Extraordinaries, only Sequence 8 and 9, who were clearing the battlefield, disposed of all the corpses, opened the nets they had previously put away, and used spiritual materials to carve the most basic pentagrams on the ground. Then, they directly used these captured spiritual entities to enchant the various equipment in their hands.

Now, Klein's knowledge of mysticism is very extensive. He has created countless super talismans himself. He can see that these low-sequence extraordinary beings do not have any profound knowledge of mysticism at all. They are like opening the alchemy furnace in a web game, throwing in spirits, materials, and items that need to be enchanted, and then automatically producing the goods after the array is formed.

What's going on?

Did these people pray to the Lord of Storms?

At this point, Klein certainly didn't believe that this training array was created by the White Emperor. The White Emperor had driven the Storm Church to the Southern Continent. How could the extraordinary beings of the Storm Church still use something developed by the White Emperor?

Butis hasn't come looking for us yet, how about we give it a try?

Watching all sorts of random things being spat out by the alchemy array, Klein felt a tickle in his heart. He quickly couldn't resist his curiosity and found a safe place to draw a pentagram on the ground. As a Sequence 5, he naturally didn't need any spiritual materials to assist him; his own spirituality was directly activated.

It lit up, like a small light bulb.

"Will it really work?"

Klein didn't know how he felt. He just felt that it was too hasty and too simple. It didn't seem like a normal prayer power, with a response or something similar.

He summoned the Blood General on a whim, and the Blood General quickly captured several vengeful spirits in the darkness.

Klein threw his black hat in along with the vengeful spirits.

In no time, a faint green light appeared.

The hat, originally black, was stained with a dark green, and its texture felt somewhat cold to the touch.

in!

Klein looked at the hat that the transmutation circle had spat out and felt inexplicably disgusted.

But he could barely understand it, since the vengeful spirit that the Blood General had temporarily captured did indeed have a ghostly green energy.

What about the functionality?

Even if you're still dissatisfied with the product, you still have to test its functionality once it's shipped.

Klein closed his eyes and performed a simple dream divination. In the hazy scene, he saw himself wearing this hat. While walking on the beach, the hat flew up on its own, like a flying dagger, and "ate" a passing seabird.

Dream shattered...

Klein stared at the strange object in his hand, unsure of what expression to make. But looking at the alchemy array on the ground, his restless little hands couldn't resist the urge to try it again... Dorian had said that these scenes were recorded by the astral plane, information from the past, traces of bygone eras, and a kind of reality.

"Anyway, the Blood General puppet was blessed by the Mysterious Queen and was already close to breaking down anyway."

Klein looked at Señor's rugged, classic pirate face, and his eyes softened. This was the puppet he had used for so long.

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