My Players Are So Fierce

889: 302.

Another World’s Heavenly Fire_3

889: 302.

Another World’s Heavenly Fire_3

“But how did you manage to get a mold for these weapons with such specific parameters that clearly can’t be found online!”

“Hey, it’s all about the handcrafted work of a skilled machinist!”

“However, don’t push it too far, Transylvania isn’t lawless, you know!”

“Bang!”

Maxim, dressed in leather armor, clutched a classically designed 98K sniper rifle and fired a shot at a target 30 meters away.

The spiraling pointed bullet flew out of the barrel and, in the vampire’s extraordinary dynamic vision, Maxim clearly saw the high-speed spinning bullet maintaining a fairly accurate trajectory as it hit the target in the head.

He was certain that the gun hadn’t been enhanced with any Spiritual Energy Art System, which made Maxim quite satisfied as he pulled the bolt, ejecting the unfamiliar cartridge case, and, with the help of the assistant player next to him, loaded a second pointed bullet.

This time aiming at a target a hundred meters away.

But speaking of shooting, Maxim was truly a layman.

His Excellency the Monster clearly believed in the theory that “bayonets are for the brave, bullets are for fools,” a role of the Slashing King type, yet he also knew that for ordinary soldiers, a good gun gave a greater sense of security in large-scale combat than a knife in hand.

Currently, Maxim was relying on the vampire’s superhuman Perception to pretend to be a “Sharpshooter,” though Adel beside him was the actual expert in this field.

Years of shooting practice combined with the Talent of being a Half-Elf allowed Adel to shoot nearly without aiming.

Holding two Colt-style revolvers, she fired shot after shot.

From 5 to 250 meters, there was hardly any chance of missing the mark.

Murphy didn’t participate.

Though he appeared like someone from another world, he was actually very familiar with the performance of these “Another World style weapons.” He believed that if Loyal Brother dared to let him inspect them, it showed his confidence in the performance of the weapons he handcrafted.

Little Count Shuren excitedly explained to Murphy:

“When I first saw these weapons and their special bullets, I also doubted whether using merely dwarven black gunpowder could endow them with adequate lethality, but it has been proven that with the addition of magical rifling, these bullets even greatly surpass the Precision of Burning Gold Bullets propelled by strong kinetic energy.

The most important part is that we can enhance their destructive power by controlling the amount of gunpowder and upgrading the black gunpowder—it’s really a wonderful concept.

Totally different from the Dwarfs’ original design for their firearms but equally effective.

And although they are quite difficult to make by hand, having seen the design for the bullet production line Mr.

Loyalty showed me, I have to admit, once such a production line is built, mass-producing these pointed bullets will no longer be a problem for us.”

Murphy nodded his head repeatedly like an “amateur” to reinforce the image of himself as an “NPC” who didn’t know anything.

This charade had become second nature to him, just as he occasionally said to the players, “I don’t understand what you’re saying,” or “This different world language is really hard to get.”

However, after Little Count Shuren finished speaking, Lady Adel put down her gun, and she pointed out the biggest problem with these “different world weapons” very directly.

“The Precision is excellent, but the destructive power is too weak.”

Adel drew her crimson handgun from her waist, loaded a special Burning Gold Bullet into the cylinder, raised her hand to shoot, and with a bang, the target 150 meters away burst open, splitting into pieces.

While at the same distance, the pointed bullet could only make a hole.

With actual results, she said to Murphy:

“With the addition of Burning Gold Powder, an ordinary spherical bullet can blow up the head of a Wolf Person at close range, but these pointed bullets find it much harder.”

“I admit it’s extremely effective against unarmored targets, but once the battle escalates to the supernatural realm, these bullets that can’t be conveniently and quickly coated with Burning Gold Powder lose their purpose.”

“While I’m not a mechanic or engineer, I do know that it’s the substance of Burning Gold that has allowed steam engineering to rapidly develop to where it is today.”

“Although the majority of Burning Gold Mines on this continent are monopolized by Dwarfs and Half-body People, we can’t give up on this miraculous weapon that can turn decay into wonder.”

“Heh, the wisdom of mortals!”

Little Count Shuren had somehow picked up this catchphrase, causing Morphy’s eye to twitch again.

Hey, you little rascal, don’t go learning weird things from them!

“Show Lady Adel something impressive, my apprentice!”

Little Sheron huffed.

Being an honor student, she naturally had some aversions to vampires like E Sister with their obscene figures.

However, her objections were more about the level of craftsmanship at this moment.

At Sheron’s command, Loyal Brother chuckled heartily as he picked up a small box from the table, and with his cool yet terrifying black mechanical arms, handed it to Lady Adel.

She took it and opened it, finding inside ten pointed bullets marked with red paint, which, to the naked eye, looked no different from regular bullets.

She loaded one into the chamber of her Colt revolver and then pulled the trigger once more.

This time the bullet’s discharge was so loud that even Morphy found it piercing.

The pointed bullet, which was originally far less lethal than the Burning Gold Bullet, shot out this time with faster speed and stronger kinetic energy, breaking its limit range and penetrating two trees before stopping.

“Could this destructive power blow off a Wolf Person’s head?”

Little Count Shuren asked with her hands on her hips:

“Not to mention Wolf People, even a Bear Goblin would have its skull penetrated by one shot, and if aimed accurately, even a Cannibal Demon’s eyeball could be blown to pieces.

Who told you these new bullets couldn’t be enhanced with Burning Gold Powder?

We just don’t need to waste it on ordinary bullets.”

“That’s right, for the new bullets that focus on penetration, simply increasing the caliber is the simplest and most direct solution to their lack of destructive power.”

Loyal Brother also said seriously:

“We currently just don’t have the right tool, otherwise I could show you a ‘Big Treasure’ known as ‘Anti-tank guns,’ uh, of course, following the advice of my beloved tutor, Count Shuren, we would rename it ‘Cannibal Ogre Hunter.’

Besides increasing the caliber, we have various ammunition options to choose from!

For instance, something called a ‘Grenade,’ I can guarantee you, even if filled with just ordinary black gunpowder, it possesses destructive power comparable to a Burning Gold Bullet.

Also, I’ve prepared this!”

Loyal Brother pulled out a brass “Big Tube” from his Psychic package, proudly hoisting it onto his shoulder and grabbing the firing handle.

As Sir Morphy’s face was about to snap under the strain, Loyal Brother loudly declared:

“I call this outstanding and efficient anti-infantry and equipment weapon ‘Transylvania’s Iron Fist’…”