Nail's heart suddenly tightened.
At that moment, time seemed to slow down. He prayed in his heart that he would hit the target and stared at the giant demonic beast without blinking. Even when he recovered his breath, the beast was still safe and sound and was still running forward.
After a few breaths, a snow column was raised far away from the monster.
"This is bad."
Nail's heart suddenly sank. Because the giant beast was not heading for the sixth section of the city wall, there was an angle between it and the cannons. The long-barreled cannons had to constantly adjust the angle and estimate the speed of the beast's movement so as to shoot in advance. Otherwise, the cannonball would hit the back of the target.
According to the shooting speed of the field cannons, they only had one last chance before the monster broke through the city wall!
Nail could already see the thick fur and the bloody mouth under the fangs of the enemy. The witches were coming here, obviously intending to intercept the monster. But the four of them together were not even as thick as one of the monster's legs. Could they do that with magic power alone?
He was so anxious that he even wanted to run to the sixth section of the city wall and remind the cannons to aim forward. However, the supervisors standing on both sides of the city wall made him suppress this impulse. If he left the garrison position now, it was likely that he would be regarded as a deserter. Lord Iron Axe had repeatedly stressed that this kind of behavior that might cause the defense line to slacken was absolutely forbidden. Once found, the supervisors could directly shoot to death.
The demonic beast running in the front had already entered the shooting range of the revolving rifle. A series of crackling sounds came from the top of the city wall.
Nail had no choice but to continue his task, placing the loaded cartridges beside the shooter.
At this time, the second earth-shaking roar sounded again. This time, it was only three or four breaths after the long-barreled cannons had fired.
"So... fast!?" Nail looked at the sixth section of the city wall in surprise. The smoke above the barrel had not dissipated, and there was still smoke coming out of the muzzle, like a lit silver pipe. But the more shocking thing was yet to come. He did not even have time to observe whether the shot had hit the enemy or not before the dazzling flame appeared again.
The third shot!
"Oh my God, don't they need to reload?"
He only saw four or five people busy behind the barrel, but no one had ever approached the muzzle. It seemed that this cannon was completely different from those stubby field cannons. It was more like a revolving rifle that could fire continuously!
And this time, the attack was effective.
Nail did not see the shell being shot into the monster's body. The first thing he saw was a cloud of blood mist bursting out from the side of the giant demonic beast. In addition to the scattered black blood, there were also torn fur and large pieces of flesh. At the same time, the demonic beast trembled fiercely, and its whole body seemed to deflate a bit. Ripples appeared on its sturdy fur like the surface of water. But he suspected that it was an illusion, because the next moment, the demonic beast's sunken body returned to normal, but the monster's eyeballs were squeezed out of the depression, and at the same time, a black and white viscous substance was sprayed out.
There wasn't even a dying roar. The giant beast fell to the ground on its side with a dull thud. It was not until then that Nail found where the shell had hit — there was a big hole in its body near its neck. Although the hole was insignificant compared to its burly body, it was hard to associate the hole with the fatal blow just now. Wisps of green smoke came out of the hole, and the surrounding fur was burnt black.
The monster from hell died just like that?
Nail could not hold back his excitement and vented his previous worries into a roar.
"Long live His Highness!"
Even such a terrible and ferocious enemy could not resist the powerful weapon invented by His Highness! Except for the new cannon, he could not think of any other way to kill this burly hybrid demonic beast — even if the witches could do it, they would not be able to do it so neatly. Further thinking, in a sense, His Highness had given them the supreme power that was comparable to the witches!
This cry was responded by more people. Like a primer, it soon ignited other people's emotions. At first, it was the new recruits who followed the cry, and then the veterans could not help but clench their fists.
Then loud cheers broke out on the top of the city wall.
"Long live His Highness!"
*****
Roland didn't get the news until the battle was over.
He put on a wool coat and rushed to the western section of the city wall. The giant body of the demonic beast was still lying quietly in the snow, and the black blood melted the surrounding snow into black water.
It seemed that no matter how terrible the appearance of these monsters was, they were just carbon-based creatures. In front of gunpowder and steel, they were no different from thin paper.
After the solid pointed bullet hit the target's body, it lost its balance and rolled, transmitting the kinetic energy to the whole body of the target, and finally pierced through the body — as seen at the scene, the other side of the body of the target was completely opened, its internal organs and broken bones scattered on the ground, and even its head, the hardest part, was shattered by the energy shock and collapsed.
However, he was also a little worried. The strength of the bones of living creatures was limited. This thing was obviously several times larger than an elephant. How did it support its body without being crushed by its own weight? That was why the bodies of land animals were much smaller than those of sea creatures. Gravity was an insurmountable threshold.
Could all of this be related to magic as well? He remembered that Nightingale had mentioned that she could see magic power flowing in the bodies of some hybrid demonic beasts.
"How... how could it be!" Agatha, who followed him here, widened her eyes. "Isn't this the Fearful Beast of Hell?"
"What is that? The name of the hybrid demonic beast?" Roland asked curiously. "Has it appeared in the Fertile Plains before?"
"Yes, when they appear in groups, they are extremely difficult enemies for both witches and demons. Many towns have been trampled to the ground by the Fearful Beasts of Hell." Agatha's voice sounded a little hoarse. "But they can only be seen near the arrival of the Bloody Moon."
"The arrival of the... Bloody Moon?" Roland suddenly remembered the record in the ancient book, "When the Bloody Moon appears in the sky, the Gates of Hell will open again." He frowned. "What do you mean?"
"According to the records from the first Battle of Divine Will, it was the time when the magic power was the most abundant. The appearance of witches would usher in a peak, but at the same time, the demons and demonic beasts would become extremely powerful." Agatha said nervously. "I've carefully read the history book you gave me. According to the time, it should be at least 20 to 50 years before the arrival of the Bloody Moon. It's impossible for such a monster to appear."
"But it still appeared," Roland said in a low voice. "What does this mean?"
"It means we don't have much time."
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