Chapter 167: Sacrifice for Research
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
How were the s.h.i.+p-based Magic Cannons used?
The gamers weren’t taught how to use the cannons. According to standard online games, pressing the b.u.t.ton “F” would allow usage of the interactive props via the game interface.
But “Dungeon” neither had the “F” b.u.t.ton nor the usage interface.
“How does it work?”
Peasant, who was the most qualified Houndhead Man with Mana Skills, ran to the Magic Cannons. However, he was confused as to how to operate the guns.
The cannons didn’t even have an ignition inlet.
“Great Magician, focus your attention and infuse Mana. Then control the barrel to aim at your desired target. Fire the cannon like how you activate your Mana Skill!” the Gnome shouted.
The other gamers located a Magic Cannon each and started trying.
Peasant followed the Gnome’s instruction. He focused his attention and infused Mana into the cannon.
Compared to Mana Skills, the Mana usage was different. Infusing the cannons with Mana was like not using Mana at all.
To describe it in words, using a Mana Skill was like letting out blood while infusing Mana into the cannon was like letting out water.
If there was no consideration for conservation, the gamers would overuse the cannons!
Peasant focused his mind and felt the connection of the Magic Cannon with his Mana.
“Boom—!”
A Magic Cannon sh.e.l.l shot towards the location of the Ancient G.o.ds army.
Followed by the second and third shots.
The Gnome at the helm looked dazed.
He knew that the Houndhead Man was a great Magician, but he didn’t expect his Mana to be unlimited.
Though he was unable to understand why a Houndhead Man could become a Magician, it wasn’t a matter to be pondered during a war.
Normally, a Gnome Magician would feel tired after firing a cannon shot, meaning another Gnome Magician had to take over the cannon. The previous Gnome could only fire the second volley after a period of rest.
Moreover, two cannon shots were the limit for the Gnomes.
But the Houndhead Man seemed to have unlimited Mana as he fired three shots. Then he said to his comrades jovially, “Great stuff. It’s fun!”
His comrades replied, “Let me try!”
His Gnome comrade fired two shots.
The remaining Gnomes also fired two volleys.
Those gamers chatted jovially while firing off a volley of cannons.
A large portion of the Ancient G.o.ds army was decimated. Eleven gamers operated a Magic Cannon each. They had taken over the job of tens of Gnome Magicians.
The Gnome at the helm was gaping in astonishment. He had seen ghosts. Were all these creatures great Magicians?
At Area No. 10, in the Eternal Kingdom camp.
The plump Black Dragon stood on the ground and looked up at the distant Airs.h.i.+p that was like letting off fireworks. His eyes reflected the majestic scene of the Magic Cannons firing in sync. Then he said with strong feelings, “Very cool!”
The Black Dragon turned his head and looked at Sherlock.
“My eternal foe! Take a look at the power of Mana!”
“It’s not necessary.” Sherlock covered his forehead with both his palms as he sat on the supply chest, looking very tired. He was quite energetic before but was depressed currently.
“Let’s go, Eggface,” Sherlock said to Eggface.
“Wait, how can I miss this important event? I’m the Dark Flames Ruler, powerful, all-knowing…”
Sherlock grabbed Eggface’s wings before Eggface finished speaking and said, “Let’s go back and rest.”
The gamers were unable to fire off the third volley, but not because of insufficient Mana. The Magic Cannons were unable to take the load of consecutive firings.
As a ma.s.sive magic weapon, though it was powerful, there were also a lot of limits. Though there was a Mana restriction, there was also the limit of the cannon’s endurance for Mana.
“Is it similar to the cooling down period of a cannon barrel?” Peasant asked as he looked at the Magic Cannon that couldn’t be infused with Mana.
“Ai, it’s disappointing.” BurningChestHair sighed.
The Airs.h.i.+p shook, and the cruising speed slowed down.
“Attention all crew! We’re approaching the enemy commander! The Magical Core’s Mana is almost depleted. This is our final chance!” the Gnome shouted.
“I’m very happy to be able to fly the s.h.i.+p with you. I’ll maneuver the Airs.h.i.+p closer to the Ancient G.o.ds commander. You’ll use the chance to kill him! If we’re fortunate to land safely, we’ll exchange addresses. I’ll burn some items over to you occasionally.”
“What are you burning?”
NotWearingPants felt that he had heard wrongly. Was the NPC cursing them indirectly?
Due to the urgency of events, NotWearingPants didn’t have the chance to confirm if the development team was playing a prank on them.
In the midst of the Ancient G.o.ds army, a tall Devil whose body was distorted by the Ancient G.o.ds had pus-filled blisters all over his green skin.
The Devil commander shouted, “Charge up there! The Heavenly Father and Savior are looking at you! Destroy them!”
“Pathetic ants! Do you think you can defeat me with that toy?” After encouraging his minions, he returned his gaze to the Airs.h.i.+p. Then he extended his hand and took aim at the Airs.h.i.+p.
Peasant focused his Mana and fired the cannon at the Devil commander.
As the Magic Cannon sh.e.l.l was about to hit the Devil commander, it exploded in mid-air, and a faint ripple emanated in the air.
The cannon sh.e.l.ls that the other gamers fired also faced the same situation.
“D*mn! It’s a magical barrier!” the Gnome shouted.
“This is a high ranking commander! Warriors, we have to put in sacrifices…”
“Wait, are you going to crash the Airs.h.i.+p into that Devil commander?” Hemp Rope Technology asked nervously.
“Do you have a better idea? I know death is frightening, but we have things that we want to protect. I have 30 kids in Winterfell! I have to make a decision as a dad!” the Gnome shouted with fort.i.tude.
“Er, I know it’s inappropriate to say this, but with 30 kids, death isn’t so frightening after all…” a gamer suddenly commented.
“Stop joking at a time like this. You’ve made my day,” another gamer said jovially.
To the gamers, they were reaching the end of the Plot… wait, after the end, could their equipment be preserved? If they were unable to preserve their equipment, it would be a great loss!
“Ah—! Don’t cras.h.!.+ I’d like to research the Airs.h.i.+p structure, Magical Core, and the machine!” Hemp Rope Technology said hopelessly.
“Veteran Hemp Rope, accept reality. Do you intend to negotiate with the Plot?” Peasant looked bewildered at Hemp Rope Technology.
“Gnome! You’ll maneuver the Airs.h.i.+p to the side! I’ll take care of that Devil commander!” Hemp Rope Technology stood at the side of the Airs.h.i.+p with his Bladder Bombs.
“Gosh, Veteran Hemp Rope, what are you doing?”
“Veteran, don’t be too hard on yourself! It’s only a Plot!”
“Don’t waste the Bladder Bombs!”
Under the shocked gazes of the gamers, Hemp Rope Technology screamed like a Groundhog and dove straight at the green Devil commander with his full load of Bladder Bombs.
The Gnome at the helm didn’t have the chance to utter a word as the crazy Goblin leaped down.
Dazzling explosions ensued.
The powerful explosions made the Gnome turn his head away and shook the Airs.h.i.+p violently. The magical barrier of the Devil commander wasn’t able to fend off ordinary explosions.
The power and flames of the explosions engulfed the Devil commander.
The Gnome witnessed the scene with feelings that he couldn’t describe.