Joyce waved his hand, retreating with those around him to create distance from the flintlock pistols. His eyes were bloodshot as he tried to glean something from the trial.
"These crude firearms are far too powerful; we simply cannot break through the blockade."
The ancient elf from the Golden Forest frowned and said.
He lived for over eight hundred years, was very knowledgeable, had collected many firearms, and had witnessed their power, so he was quite interested in them.
"Heh heh, cowards! No matter how many people come, they'll all be smashed to pieces by this big hammer of mine!"
Beside him, a dwarf roared, gripping a thorn-bound hammer, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit, yet he did not move an inch.
It should be noted that they are all powerful figures from various major forces, with long-standing reputations, but they also have their own calculations against each other.
With the Demon King's fall, the alliance is now merely a shell of its former self. The opening of the relics has aroused envy among many, each acting in their own interest.
Joyce sent his men to charge, partly to incite them to their deaths, and he secretly killed several of the aliens.
"boom!"
Suddenly, a thunderclap boomed, like the roar of a giant beast. On a hillside outside everyone's sight, three black cannons appeared, propelled by several soldiers and secured by gun mounts.
After adjusting the angle, a soldier loaded a bag of gunpowder into the muzzle, then laboriously stuffed in a spherical solid shot. At the rear, as the black powder ignited, the rough cannon barrel instantly spewed out a string of flames. The whistling cannonball, trailing brilliant flames, tore through the defensive line built by the knights. Three soldiers were unlucky; they were pierced through the body by the cannonball and were left in a bloody mess!
Lock on target, load ammunition, fire!
The three steps were completed in one go, and the three cannons, taking advantage of the terrain, launched a frenzied attack on the makeshift fortress.
"Boom boom boom!"
Terrifying explosions resounded throughout the heavens and the earth. One after another, shells pierced the sky, crashed through the military fortress, and smashed into a large crowd, turning them into mincemeat.
In an instant, flames shot into the sky and thick smoke billowed.
"ah!"
"Boom boom boom!"
A series of shrill screams rang out. In just a few rounds of bombardment, dozens of cavalrymen who had gathered together were caught off guard and killed on the spot. Fragments of flesh flew everywhere, and blood mixed with gunpowder smoke created a pungent and unpleasant smell that was extremely choking.
Moreover, after punching several gaps with solid shot, the muzzle was slightly adjusted, and the shells were replaced with shotgun shells. When they landed inside, rocks flew everywhere, and metal fragments were scattered in all directions. The explosive power was enormous, and the flying nails and projectiles covered a wide area.
As the artillery displayed its might, rows of well-trained musketeers surrounded the dilapidated defensive fortress from both flanks, aiming their guns and sniping anyone who stepped out.
"Long live Your Highness!"
"Glory belongs to Fialy!"
"For Her Highness the Princess!"
With victory in sight, the officers shouted loudly, their faces showing excitement and joy.
"Fiari? Could that be their princess's name?"
Joyce, who was gathering intelligence, ignored the wound on his face caused by artillery fire and lay on the ground pretending to be dead.
In any case, the chances of success in the first trial are very small, so it's better to take the opportunity to gather useful information. Since it concerns the era when the new era began three thousand years ago, there must be relevant documents in the Tower of Heras.
Most importantly, their losses were not significant; the slaying of the Demon King was actually a major gain.
"Huff!"
Amidst the billowing smoke, a royal banner fluttered in the wind, adorned with a six-petaled flower pattern encircling a central point.
A flag often represents a country.
Joyce noticed that although he had seen royal banners passed down from thousands of kingdoms, he could not identify the royal family behind this banner.
"This, this is a six-winged fairy!"
The ancient elf gasped in surprise as half of his arm was pierced by an iron nail. He endured the pain and, like Joyce, began to gather useful information.
But the next moment, a shell came flying straight at him, blasting his head into a bloody mist. His headless body trembled, and blood gushed out like a fountain, all of this unfolding before Joyce's eyes.
The dwarf feigning death: "o(*≧▽≦)ツ┏━┓"
Joyce: "..."
...
In the dream, the magnificent palace was covered in snow, while outside, cannons roared and gunfire raged.
Countless shells ripped through the sky, piercing into the fearless soldiers, their flags stained with blood, fluttering in the cold wind.
The kingdom's conservative forces and the newly formed rebel army wage a violent revolution. Under the protection of many nobles, the princess delivers a devastating blow to the rebels!
"Damn rebels! The princess is the next queen of the country! How dare you betray the queen?!"
"Kill him! That man is the devil! He's the one who seduced these damned rebels!"
"Yes, yes! Kill him first!"
The conservative nobleman shouted a few times and commanded a group of elite cavalrymen under his command to fight the rebels to the death!
The princess, dressed in a magnificent gown, sat alone on the inner wall outside the palace, tears welling in her beautiful eyes, her gaze filled with sorrow and grief.
This is a rebellion within the kingdom!
Internal strife has broken out!
For the nobles and ministers in the royal palace, no one could remain uninvolved!
Because the rebels have taken away the huge pie they've been dividing up for decades!
"kill!"
A man in military uniform appeared, leading a group of officers. With a cold laugh, he ruthlessly rejected the nobles' compromise, greatly boosting the morale of the rebel army!
Soon, this world shattered, and on a soft, large bed, a young girl woke up with a start. Her golden wolf ears stood up, her long hair cascaded down the side of the bed like a waterfall, and a fluffy, soft wolf tail curled up behind her little bottom. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, her jade-like nose trembled, and she lay back down on the bed.
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