Chapter 185: Times have changed, but back again (3/3)
Chapter 185 Times have changed, but they have changed back again (33)
Can the bullets of ordinary firearms be compared with the giant clam water bullets that can easily penetrate the reef and smash the steel stone trees that are nearly half a meter thick?
Of course not.
The ordinary gunpowder weapons currently in service on Terra have a muzzle velocity about three times the speed of sound and a kinetic energy of about 4,000 joules. It is not a problem to hit people, and it is also no problem to hit ordinary steel armor. A legacy of pre-epoch technology from the era, indeed useless.
Even, because of the excellent physique and material science and technology of the Terra people, it can be made thicker, and the "alloy heavy armor" weighing two to three hundred pounds can easily block ordinary bullets. Only the special firearms of the alchemy charging module can pry open these real iron cans whose armor thickness is measured in centimeters.
In other words, ordinary firearms can't even break through the source material sand armor on the outer layer of Ian's skin, making it difficult for him to break through the skin.
But the boy didn't intend to deal with these natives this time, so he used his 'hole card'.
So he just dodges.
Bang bang bang!
More than a dozen firearms fired in unison.
Ordinary humans are naturally unable to dodge bullets—their dynamic vision can’t even see bullets, let alone control their bodies to dodge.
However, not to mention that Ian has a silver chip to enhance his all-round perception and provide an unbelievable speed of nerve signal transmission... It is not difficult to avoid the suppression of a few guns by relying on the basic quality of the first-level sublimator alone.
Even, because of Hilliard's training back then, the boy felt that he could close his eyes and rely on pure essence perception to escape.
In Ian's brain, the muzzles of all the guns aimed at him stretched out in straight lines, and there was also a possible spread. More than a dozen guns form a net, and each net wire will expand, which is the theoretical error of stray bullets caused by muzzle vibration.
And this network is full of mistakes and omissions.
The moment the aborigines raised their guns and aimed at them, the young man had already taken a step. His speed could explode at 50 meters per second, and he had rushed into the close proximity of the aborigines with guns on the left in an instant.
Those natives who aimed at him from tens of meters thought they were safe, but in fact, they were very close to the ascensionists!
This unusual sense of distance is one of the reasons why it is difficult for ordinary people to fight against sublimators.
The bullets staggered behind him, and the sound of concussion was still chasing the bullet itself, but Ian had already raised his sword and chopped it down.
Swords are more suitable for stabbing, killing enemies with aggressive penetrating power, and only knives can chop... But for ordinary people without armor, even the natives whose skin is as tough as bark, will only be killed Steel creations split easily.
What's more, the speed at which Ian swings the sword, with your own whole body strength, is so fast that you can only see the sword light spreading out in a circle.
Poof!
Just a sword light swept across in an arc, and the heads, shoulders and waists of the three aborigines were cut off by a slanting cold light.
Before they realized it, their heads and bodies had been separated from their lower bodies.
When a wave of blood splashed on the faces of the other surrounding natives, it took them a while to realize in shock that their target had broken into them.
"Don't worry about each other, shoot!"
The leader immediately issued an order to prevent their elite team from being attacked by Ian one by one because they were worried about their teammates, but the end result of his order was to be targeted by Ian, and the white phantom pounced on him at a speed faster than the sharp-clawed tiger Come.
Bang bang bang! !
The indigenous team fired with all their strength, without any regard for their captain, and began to shoot continuously.
In an instant, when Ian pierced the captain's head with a sword, and the huge force completely shattered his head, dozens of bullets were already in mid-air, shooting towards his whole body.
But how could it hurt a Wavesinger who had honed his skills for four years?
Early before he swung his sword, Ian had already recited the vocabulary, and the water and mud flowing in the foggy forest rose into the air, turning into a muddy shield behind him, constantly oscillating and rotating.
The bullets flying like raindrops fell into the mud shield, and were immediately distorted by a huge force of rotation and vibration. Although the temporary mud shield was quickly consumed and collapsed by a large number of bullets, it also Gained time for Ian to move around.
Taking advantage of this moment, Ian's figure disappeared from the eyes of these natives again.
"Above! He's in the canopy!"
A keen hunter noticed Ian's movements, but it was too late—Ian swung his blade and jumped down from the branches of the jungle. He was like a gust of wind wrapped in countless blades, blowing in which direction Either side will be torn apart.
Blood spattered, but there was no howling or screaming.
These natives who are proficient in using firearms are obviously the elite of the elite. If they fight head-on in an open plain area, or conduct a long-distance ambush when Ian is not paying attention, they will definitely pose a threat to him... But here is forest.
is the dominant area of 'natives', not the dominant area of 'gunners'.
Four years of assistance and training have enabled some elite natives to quickly achieve firearm combat capabilities, but they still follow the teachings of their ancestors, which creates conflicts.
and Ian's chance.
"Launch!"
A few natives at the back never fired and hid aside. The firearms in their hands were much larger and bulkier than ordinary gunpowder firearms.
But when they finally locked on to Ian, they saw Ian throwing the sword out of his hand, the sharp sword light pierced through one, and the body smashed into the other.
The third one activates the alchemy firecracker. Immediately, with the igniting of the pan-crystal sand powder, the super-high-speed bullet entwined with lightning shreds the air like real lightning, and shoots straight towards the boy's heart.
This is an alchemy bullet that can penetrate five centimeters of super-heavy armor, and even a part of the weak point of the armor can be blasted at close range. It is absolutely impossible for ordinary first-level sublimators to block this small shell.
But Ian can hold back. It's just that he doesn't need to block it.
Although throwing the sword made him stiff, the sublimated person didn't need to follow the behavior of ordinary people.
"left."
Before the hunter pulled the trigger, Ian had already spoken the words, and the water in the high-pressure water gun on his waist obeyed the command of the wavesinger and moved directly to the left.
This force pulled the momentarily stiff body of the young man, dodging the flying alchemy bullet—and the bullet flew to a very far distance, hitting a big tree, causing sawdust to fly and opening the hole wide open.
The alchemy firearm missed this point, causing all the aborigines to fall into despair... because Ian drew his sword from the corpse of the aborigine who fell to the ground after taking a breath, and started a new round of killing.
The sword light was like an afterimage, and the blood was splashed like raindrops.
In just a few breaths, Ian had already killed all the remaining aborigines who dared to fight back with guns.
The times have indeed changed, but they have not completely changed—the existence of sublimators and the technology of the pre-Tara era have indeed brought the offensive and defensive of guns and armor into the unimaginable field of earth technology and needs.
But as the crystallization of the true "highest technology" at present, the existence of sublimators, even the first energy level, is still more powerful than these firearms that are not too beyond imagination.
not to mention…
The native hunters who have fled...
Ian took out the high-pressure water gun from his waist.
"Boost, launch."
He said calmly, infusing the source quality, and then the water flow began to move rapidly, the cylindrical gun body was pressurized, and then shot a straight water flow, as powerful as a flying arrow.
The colorless water flows through the human body, and when it breaks out again, it turns red.
—not to mention, who said sublimators can't use guns?
The incoming native squad was wiped out...and maybe scouts watching from afar, but that's a trivial matter.
"The sword is broken. My skills are not good enough. I can't cut people like a butcher, and kill people without losing the sword."
Among the torn wreckage and blood, the boy raised his sword.
Ian stared at the fine iron long sword that had been seriously worn out and its body was a little bent. He shook his head slightly, then straightened it, and retracted the scabbard: "Change it, and leave it to Elan for sword swing training. It can save money. Save it."
Alchemy and inscription experiments are already enough money. Although he has money, good steel needs to be spent on the blade.
Until now, Ian still hasn't closed the vision horizon.
the reason is simple.
He raised his head and looked towards the woods on the other side: "Finished? You can come out now. I know you want to help me, but you don't need to."
Following Ian's gaze, he could see several figures walking out of the shadows in the forest.
Headed by him was a blond-haired green-eyed boy with an incredulous staring expression, and even a little dazed.
(end of this chapter)
