Mo Tiankong could not win against the System at the moment. A real man knows when to yield and when not to, so he decided to ignore the System.
There were too many things he wanted, and Mo Tiankong wanted them all. However, that was impossible.
"System, how do I start the lottery?" Mo Tiankong asked. He did not want to look anymore. It was addictive.
"Is the host's eyesight not good? There is a round button in the middle of the wheel. Did the host save the world in his previous life? How could he be so lucky to be chosen by the System to be the host?" The System sighed.
"I was busy looking at things," Mo Tiankong said awkwardly. He really didn't pay attention and was only focused on looking at things.
"Hehe, what's the use of looking at so many items? You can only draw one item." The System mocked him again.
"What's wrong? Can't you show it to me? Hmph, sooner or later, I'll empty your little treasury." Being indifferent to life and death and arguing with someone who was unconvinced was my style. Whether I won or not wasn't a problem. At the very least, I had to argue. This was a matter of attitude.
"Okay, I don't want to compete anymore. Let's start. I came in with my thoughts. How do I choose the item?" Mo Tiankong thought about how he could choose the item.
"Say 'Start' in your heart. You can start the lottery."
Mo Tiankong was about to explode. System, is it okay for you to be so naughty? If you said 'Start' in your heart, it would be fine. What is the meaning of your button? Can I press it? Do I need to press it?
My blood pressure! Mo Tiankong's face turned black. Was the System teasing him?
"System, even the coffin can't hold you down?" Without waiting for the System's reply, Ren Baqian said 'Start' in his heart.
The needle started to spin faster and faster. Mo Tiankong regretted it after saying that. This was the plot in novels. Bathing, burning incense, changing clothes and praying for blessings. If that did not work, he could wash his hands and come back for the lottery. He heard that he could get some European points. He was in too much of a hurry. Forget it, he could not help it this time.
He stared at the needle as it slowly came to a stop. Hmm, this thing seems a little interesting.
The pointer slowly came to a stop. Then, a message from the System popped up. Mo Tiankong finally reacted.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a Gatling Gun. Do you wish to receive it?"
"Yes."
Mo Tiankong quickly agreed. The ban on guns in China had caused most of the people in the country to only be able to look at them. Mo Tiankong was one of them, but he still had some understanding of this world-famous gun.
Not many people knew about the Gatling gun, but everyone was definitely familiar with its other name, the Gatling gun. It was designed in 1860 and was the first machine gun to be used on a large scale in the world.
Around 1874, the Gatling gun was imported into China. At that time, it was called "Gatling gun" or "Gatling gun". Using this gun, the firing rate could generally reach more than 1000 rounds per minute.
Many gunplay games on Earth had this gun, such as "Counter Strike OL" and "Cross the Line of Fire". Although Mo Tiankong did not play it often, he had played Cross the Line of Fire before. There was a Gatling gun in the game. It had a super fast firing speed and a large magazine capacity. It was a must-have gun for certain modes. However, Mo Tiankong still sighed. He still did not wash his hands. His face was a little dark. The Gatling gun was useful on Earth, but would it be useful here?
"System, where is my gun?" As the lottery draw ended, Mo Tiankong returned to his body. He looked around. Didn't I receive the reward? Where is the gun? Did the System cheat me?
"The System has storage space. It is assigning the host an initial 10-slot backpack. The host can freely access items. The Gatling gun is now stored in the System's storage space." The System explained.
"Check the backpack."
Immediately, a backpack interface appeared in front of his eyes.
Backpack: Capacity: 910
Note: Regardless of weight, similar items can be stacked infinitely. Each slot can only contain one item.
Is the System so good? It even gives me a backpack. This also saves me the spirit stones to buy a spatial ring. This is not a loss, Mo Tiankong thought happily.
Then, he looked at the first slot. There was a black machine gun lying there quietly. The surface of the machine gun emitted a metallic luster, like a piece of art. Then, he used Appraisal on it and its information appeared.
Name: Gatling gun "Gatling gun"
Grade: Earth Level Low Grade "Sellable"
Description: After being modified by the System, the gun is made of iron from the depths of the Chaotic Ocean. It weighs a thousand pounds and has ten barrels. It can fire a thousand rounds per minute. Each bullet consumes one spirit stone. There is a spatial magazine on the right side of the gun with a maximum capacity of ten thousand spirit stones. The bullets are yuan qi bullets. When shot, it will cause an explosion. Martial artists below the Martial King level will die instantly. The effective range is five kilometers, which is five kilometers.
"Hiss" Mo Tiankong sucked in a breath. He originally thought that it was the Gatling gun from Earth. In the end, after being modified by the System, it was a real killing machine. Martial artists below the Martial King level would be reaped. Moreover, they would be reaped one batch at a time. The requirement to use the thousand-pound gun was to be a Martial Master. Even a Peak Grade 9 martial artist would not be able to lift it, let alone use it. Martial Masters could release their yuan qi externally. With the help of their yuan qi, it was easy to use.
As for Wuzong level martial artists, they would start to nurture their mental power seed and reach the level of being able to communicate with Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi. They could use their mental power to communicate with Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to support gliding at low altitudes. When a Martial King level martial artist's mental power seed blossomed, it would greatly increase their mental power and allow them to soar in the sky for a long time. However, the flying speed of a Martial King level martial artist was still very slow.
A Martial King level martial artist could communicate with Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi for a long time and construct a Yuan Qi Battle Armor. Their defense would increase, and they could also fly with high agility. Therefore, the Gatling Gun's lethality against martial artists of this level was limited.
However, it was not impossible to kill them. Mo Tiankong felt that as long as he continued to attack a Martial King level martial artist, they would be killed. There would always be a time when their yuan qi ran out. When their mental power was exhausted and the yuan qi in their body was used up, they would probably be no different from Wuzong. Perhaps their physical body would be slightly stronger. Every time a martial artist leveled up, their physical body would be passively strengthened. This was especially true for major breakthroughs. During the breakthroughs, the yuan qi would cleanse the body and the physical body would be greatly strengthened.
However, the lethality against martial artists below the Martial King level was too great. After being shot, the yuan qi would explode. No wonder it was said that one would die upon being shot. Wuzong's mental power was not enough to construct a Yuan Qi Battle Armor. Even if it could, it would not be able to support such a high consumption of yuan qi.
Weapons that reached the Earth level were divided into different grades, just like pills. They were divided into God level, Heaven level, Earth level, Black level, and Yellow level. According to Mo Tiankong's knowledge, Sentry Town was a military town with a great number of martial artists. Strictly speaking, it already had the standard of a city. Earth level weapons were still extremely rare, and every one of them was a strategic weapon. Every time an Earth level weapon appeared, the big clans would fight over it until their heads bled. Whoever won the battle would undoubtedly have a stronger foundation.
Gatling Gun was also a weapon suitable for group battles. However, for the time being, Mo Tiankong could not use it. He did not have any enemies, so he could not even find an opponent to try it out on. Then, he saw the words "can be sold" behind the grade. Could this still be sold by him?
"System, what does' can be sold 'mean?" Mo Tiankong asked.
"It literally means that the items the host receives as a reward belong to the host and can be sold. The System will not take a cut of the money from the sale," the System replied.
Wahaha, I'm rich, I'm rich. How much money would I make if I sold it? Mo Tiankong's eyes widened. He could actually sell it himself, and most importantly, the System would not take a cut of the money. Was the System damaged? Or did the heavens open their eyes? The System actually did not take a cut.
Chinese people had a special feeling towards guns. This was because unlike some countries where guns were legal, most people in China had never even seen a real gun before due to the ban. Therefore, Mo Tiankong calmed down and did not plan to sell it. Because there were so many items in the lottery, the probability of drawing a gun was still very low. Mo Tiankong felt that if he was unlucky, he might not be able to draw a second gun in his life. Thinking about the large number of items on the wheel, unless he could draw a second gun, he would only consider selling one.
"Host, did you not read the introduction of the Gatling Gun carefully? Did you forget something?" the System looked at Mo Tiankong's face and could not help but remind him.
Yes, I read the introduction. Is there a problem? Mo Tiankong thought after hearing the System's words. He had read it carefully, what other functions could it not have? Mo Tiankong came back to his senses and read it again. Then, his face turned black and he could not help but want to sell the Gatling Gun again.
"System, a thousand shots per minute. Each bullet costs one spiritual stone. Is this a gun? This is burning money. Even if it was burning money, it would not be this fast. Can you touch your conscience? It's already gone." Mo Tiankong gritted his teeth and said to the System, his face completely black.
"Sorry host, the System does not have a conscience. Also, this thing was drawn by yourself. Use it or leave it," the System said casually. How could he afford it?
One bullet for one spiritual stone, one minute for one thousand spiritual stones, one hour for sixty thousand spiritual stones. Who could afford it? Money did not grow on trees. Mo Tiankong still owed the System a few hundred spiritual stones. He still had 341 spiritual stones left. The key was that he was itching to try out the gun's power, but he did not have the money.
That's right, he did not have a single spiritual stone. Previously, the System had left him a spiritual stone, but that was for his living expenses. Now, he only had a few dozen gold coins left. Looking at the way it burned money, Mo Tiankong felt that it would be difficult to sell the gun. Sigh, he was so poor.
"System, can you make it cheaper? One silver coin per bullet?" Mo Tiankong asked the System shamelessly.
"Poor person, go away." The System was too lazy to compare with Mo Tiankong and said disdainfully.
"System, we have to be a cultured System. Don't scold people for no reason. If you can't do it, then so be it." This System was too uncultured. It always scolded people in a roundabout way. Could it be a little more cultured?
"Did the System scold you? Are you poor or not? Say it yourself." Seeing that Mo Tiankong still dared to talk back, the System did not give him any face.
"I … I'm poor."
Mo Tiankong was filled with grief and indignation. Yang Qi looked up at the sky. In order to prevent his tears from falling, he swore in his heart that he would have a good dream tonight. In his dream, he would beat the System until it could not take care of itself.
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