On the fountain sculpture, a tall figure stood atop a round orb. With two faint sounds, the figure's black cloak shifted, parting in the middle, revealing two arms, each gripping a strangely shaped metal object.
The surroundings fell silent. Everyone simultaneously fixed their gaze on the figure atop the fountain sculpture, and… the objects in his hands. Long objects composed of multiple metal barrels, with a heavy base, a support point snaking out backward, and a strange circular grip in the upper middle section—they were very peculiar.
In the small pocket of silence, the person on the fountain sculpture inexplicably vanished. The onlookers' pupils dilated, a trace of horror appearing on their faces as they involuntarily looked up at the night sky.
"Rustle, rustle!"
The sound of the night wind rustling his robes was heard as a figure plummeted rapidly from high above. Simultaneously, the two strange weapons in his hands sprang to life; their barrels began to spin, and fire erupted from their muzzles!
An overwhelming hail of bullets poured down from the sky! Before anyone could react, the dark sky was already streaked with scattered sparks—the residual heat of bullets spat from the muzzles.
"BRRRRRRRRT!" The two heavy machine guns roared like ferocious beasts, a torrent of fire and bullets raining down!
"Aaargh!"
In just an instant, a vast number of those who couldn't react in time fell one after another, like a row of dominoes.
The slaughter began!
Wilder landed. All the Royal Army soldiers around him had fallen.
The scene fell quiet. The rebels stared blankly at the figure in the center, momentarily speechless. Only the violent thumping of hearts seemed to coalesce at this moment, abnormally audible.
Wilder looked up. In the darkness, his white mask gleamed with a silver-white, cold light, sending a chill through people's hearts. Beneath the mask, Wilder grinned excitedly. His figure flickered and vanished from the spot.
"BRRRRRRRRT!"
Muzzle flashes bloomed like flowers. Wilder plunged into the battling crowds, sparks spewing from both his hands! Dense bullets shot out, weaving through the cannon fire, the shoo-shoo-shoo sound cutting at the ears.
People fell in swathes. Wilder was like a humanoid reaping machine; wherever he passed, Royal Army soldiers fell one after another, their lives harvested. The two machine guns in his hands were like the Grim Reaper's scythes, bringing death to this battlefield, collecting countless lives.
"Aaargh!" Screams of pain and cries of despair from the terrified and helpless began to echo across the battlefield at some point. A portion of the Royal Army broke and fled backward, everyone watching in horror the figure in the center of the battlefield who was killing people as if reaping straw.
The battlefield was vast, yet the central area where Wilder operated had formed a circle, a no-man's-land… no, an area where no one was left standing. At his feet, blood flowed everywhere, pooling into a thick layer. Countless corpses lay about, most of them from the Royal Army.
Aside from the area where Wilder was, the fighting in several other places was also extremely brutal. However, the situation there was the opposite: on the Royal Army's side, a few individuals not in military uniform stood out exceptionally on the battlefield. They fought one against a hundred, their combat power extraordinary, beating the rebels to the point where they couldn't fight back.
This made the few Revolutionary Army members observing in secret frown deeply. One of them, the person who had previously stood beside Wilder on the rampart, felt somewhat fortunate. "I didn't expect the King to be able to call in external aid. If it weren't for… thankfully." He trailed off, his gaze turning to the figure in the center of the battlefield who possessed an air of invincibility, feeling secretly relieved. Thankfully, their superiors had brought this person in for this battle. Otherwise, the consequences would have been dire. Even if the rebels ultimately won, the Revolutionary Army would have inevitably risked exposure.
"But… that guy is terrifying beyond words! Those two strange things are guns, right? Truly weapons of war." His tone was somewhat grave as he watched Wilder on the battlefield, his eyes full of apprehension. However, regarding the weapons in Wilder's hands, he merely marveled at them without overthinking it. This world never lacked strange and peculiar weapons, and among them, many were even more astonishingly powerful than these. As weapons custom-made for their wielders, it was understandable for them to be a bit stronger. After all, acquiring such a weapon required considerable money, materials, and even connections, not to mention the opportunity. Otherwise, even someone with money might not necessarily possess one.
While the Revolutionary Army secretly observed the battlefield situation, the tide of battle shifted once more. Wilder, wielding the two heavy machine guns, was in no way hindered in his movements on this battlefield. With every leap and dash, another large group of people fell. After a vacant circle formed around him, Wilder once again proactively charged into other areas of the battlefield. Soon, he would encounter those external aids summoned by the King.
"Die!" Not all soldiers had been scared witless by Wilder. Just as Wilder was about to head towards those external aids, one of the generals, who had long been grinding his teeth in hatred for Wilder's slaughter of soldiers, charged forward.
Swoosh! The general kicked off the ground, leaped high, and brought his broad longsword slashing down from mid-air!
"Nicely done!" Wilder let out an excited shout, spun around, and the two machine guns in his hands were already slightly raised, muzzles tilted upwards, aimed at the general plummeting from the sky!
"BRRRRRRRRT!" The barrels spun rapidly, flames jetting from the muzzles, streaking long trails of sparks towards the sky!
"Hah!" In mid-air, the general's expression was grave, but his longsword's descent remained unchanged, slashing forward relentlessly!
CLANG! CLANG!
No sword wave was unleashed, but the dense bullets were intercepted. The general's longsword became a blur of afterimages, deflecting the incoming bullets, sending them ricocheting in all directions, sparks flying.
THUD! Finally, enduring the continuous barrage of bullets, the general managed to land. He stood up somewhat unsteadily, his longsword already shattered and ruined, its blade bent and twisted. He frowned, his gaze fixed on Wilder opposite him. He tossed aside his longsword, which landed nearby. Picking up an ordinary blade from the ground, he stomped his foot and charged at Wilder again!
"You bastard! Your life is mine!" Roaring, the general rushed forward, reached Wilder's side, and with a great swing, slashed horizontally with his blade!
Wilder most enjoyed fighting such opponents. It wasn't because he particularly liked bullying the weak; in fact, these battle-hardened kingdom soldiers were not weak in combat. They possessed their own unique battle experience and fighting styles. The reason Wilder liked to fight such people was because they had things worth learning from, even though… killing them… would be easy for him.
"BRRRRRRRRT!" Merciless bullets spewed out. Wilder, expressionless, lowered the muzzles.
Opposite him, the general's body was already tattered and ruined, swaying precariously. He stared at Wilder, his mouth agape, but couldn't utter a word. His ravaged body finally gave out. The general crashed to the ground, never to rise again.
Without looking at the corpse on the ground, Wilder turned his head to look elsewhere on the battlefield, frowning slightly. This brief delay had allowed those external aids to move to another part of the battlefield. The ordinary soldiers of both sides were still fighting around him.
"Forget it. Anyway, the goal is just to weaken the local military strength as much as possible. It doesn't matter who I kill," Wilder couldn't be bothered to pick targets and charged back into the crowd.
Like a tiger among sheep, the two machine guns made the Royal Army scatter in terror. Wilder's figure weaved through various parts of the battlefield, and the results were clear: wherever he passed, large numbers of Royal Army soldiers fell, and the rebels seized the opportunity to continuously advance, pushing the Royal Army into a steady retreat.
"Aaargh!" A large group from the Royal Army ranks screamed and fell. Wilder kicked off the ground, leaped high into the air, and in the terrified eyes of the Royal Army soldiers, pulled the triggers!
"BRRRRRRRRT!" Bullets rained down on the Royal Army soldiers below like a torrential storm. Many stared up at the sky in terror, their eyes wide, pupils reflecting the dense sparks of fire.
THOOM! Just then, a dull, heavy thud resounded across the entire battlefield.
Wilder, in mid-air, raised an eyebrow, a trace of surprise and amusement flashing across his face. The bullets poured down at that moment, but striking whatever was below produced a dense cacophony of metallic impacts.
Thick smoke billowed on the scene. Gradually, both sides ceased their actions, their gazes simultaneously turning towards the area of thick smoke. Wilder landed on the ground from mid-air. The bullets stopped their torrent. Everyone fell silent, looking towards the dust-shrouded spot.
Behind them were the countless retreating Royal Army soldiers. In front of them, where the smoke billowed, a massive wall-like object gradually became visible. In the silence, everyone held their breath, staring intently at that area. Gradually, the thick smoke dispersed, and the wall-like object was finally revealed in its entirety!
"Hiss!" The moment everyone saw it clearly, a wave of incredulous gasps swept through.
That wall was actually a thick and towering iron gate! Ten meters long and wide, with a thickness of half a meter! Dozens of calf-thick handles were embedded on its four sides. Dark red rust covered it, and an overwhelming sense of pressure rolled forth! Someone swallowed hard, looking up at the massive iron gate in disbelief.
Countless gazes converged on the top of that iron gate. A trace of fervor and excitement appeared in the eyes of the Royal Army soldiers, while the rebels' expressions turned grave. The gazes of both sides simultaneously shifted between Wilder and the figure standing atop the iron gate. For a moment, no one made another move.
Wilder's face flickered with surprise, then he quickly regained his composure. His eyelids lifted slightly as he looked at the person on the iron gate. At the same time, that person's gaze also focused on Wilder. Their eyes met in an instant, and the entire battlefield fell silent.
"A giant?" Wilder's lips turned down slightly as he murmured.
The other person wore a general's armor, his features rugged, a short blade hanging at his waist—of course, "short" was relative to him. His body was enormous, about nine meters tall, broad and powerfully built, looking just like a giant.
"No..." Wilder quickly shook his head. "Compared to a true giant, he's still a bit lacking."
"It's the Grand General of Conquest!" Finally, a soldier on the ground shouted excitedly.
His words received a fervent response from all the soldiers: "Grand General of Conquest!" "Grand General of Conquest!"
The shouts echoed across the entire battlefield. The faces of the rebel forces changed repeatedly, their previous morale dissipating somewhat at this moment. The Grand General of Conquest! A legendary figure in this country, acknowledged by countless people as the strongest! Even the young people among the rebels had grown up listening to stories about the Grand General of Conquest.
"Terrifying strength." Wilder had to admit he had still underestimated the foundation of this East Blue nation; he hadn't expected someone like this to appear here. That iron gate was not light, and to be able to throw it from a distance and have it land steadily and precisely required even greater strength. This kind of power would be considered significant even in the New World.
Just as the two locked gazes and Wilder was pondering this, the person on the tall iron gate finally moved. He raised a hand, and the surrounding noise instantly quieted. All the soldiers watched him silently.
"I can no longer allow you to harm these soldiers," a steady, heavy voice came from the Grand General of Conquest's mouth, his gaze sharp and calm, directed at Wilder.
"So...?" Wilder looked up, his mask appearing deathly pale under the moonlight, and met his gaze.
"So..." He took a slight step forward, descending from the iron gate, and landed firmly on the ground, level with Wilder. "Let me, and this gate behind me, stop you… dangerous outsider!"
Click! Wilder raised the muzzles of his guns.
The battle began without any warning!
"BRRRRRRRRT!" Dense bullets poured out from the two machine guns.
The Grand General of Conquest unhurriedly placed his hand on the short blade at his waist, grasped the hilt, and drew it.
BOOM! His figure shot forward explosively! The short blade traced complex patterns before him, his arm muscles bulging! Pure strength turned the trajectory of his swing into a rushing tornado. Bullets and wind collided. In the blink of an eye, with almost no resistance, the bullets momentarily halted, then were swept up by the tornado and sent flying randomly.
"BRRRRRRRRT!" Beneath his mask, Wilder was expressionless, his figure flickering and leaping, continuously firing bullets.
"This isn't good," the Revolutionary Army member on the rampart said, his expression grave. His gaze shifted. At this moment, while Wilder was blocked outside the massive iron gate, those external aids had mobilized again, and group after group of rebels were being cut down. The Grand General of Conquest's strength was far beyond expectations. From the moment that massive iron gate appeared, he knew things were starting to slip out of control.
WHOOSH! Just then, on the battlefield, Wilder suddenly dashed behind the Grand General. Just as everyone thought he would attack the General from behind, Wilder put away his guns.
BOOM! VMMM! Amidst everyone's surprise and suspicion, Wilder, beneath his mask, grinned. "This wall… is still not enough."
As his words fell, his black cloak billowed, and he struck the iron gate with a single punch!
Invisible shockwaves radiated outwards. Amidst dense crackling sounds, fissures snaked across the thick iron gate, spreading in all directions!
CRASH! The fist imprint seemed to transform into a tangible white light, instantly piercing through. The tall, thick iron gate shattered with a roar and collapsed!
"Great Serpent!" Wilder's deep shout finally reached everyone's ears.
Everyone was stunned.