Chapter 1458: Clockwork Gatling and Electric Spear

Chapter 1458 -1367: Clockwork Gatling and Electric Spear

“What is this?” Dass stared at the colossal object before him, his eyes gleaming, “What’s her name?”

“Heavy-duty Spring Mechanism Gun.” Haimodin instinctively touched the barrel but withdrew his hand as he glanced at the red-hot muzzle, “Strangler Type II.”

The massive structure was nearly two meters long, assembled entirely from gilded brass, quenched forged steel, and a hard oak framework.

Its main body consisted of a spring box the size of a bucket, with a long steel barrel extending outward, accompanied by a handle that allowed for lateral movement.

Through the hollowed-out heat vents, layers upon layers of transmission gears, escapement wheels, and speed-regulating flywheels could be seen.

At this moment, countless gears and flywheels were in motion, steel-tipped night-sight bullets speeding towards the densely arranged vampires amidst the high-frequency explosive hum.

As for the Holy Alliance soldiers behind the low walls, they stood in a daze, even feeling somewhat redundant.

The vampires, at this moment, had started to retreat, while the monks rushed forward to apply Divine Art and provide pain relief and healing to the soldiers.

This heavy-duty mechanism gun was the result of years of research by the Holy Council, even during the era of the Thousand River Valley Monarch Country, His Majesty Saint Sun had proposed the idea.

Back then, Haimodin and a cohort of miracle scholars and spring craftsmen felt it was too fanciful and unnecessary.

The fanciful aspect was that such high-intensity, long-duration firing would be hard to bear for normal mountain copper springs, requiring frequent replacement.

The unnecessary aspect was, why build such a spring machine gun when positioning rows of soldiers for volley fire seemed no different?

Merely, the spring machine gun squandered more lead bullets.

However, during construction and testing, several miracle scholars began to realize its value.

Even the most advanced Kanni Di 1458 had a maximum firing speed of only about 10 rounds per minute.

But this heavy-duty spring mechanism gun, it could remarkably achieve 300 to 400 rounds per minute.

It seemed equivalent to thirty to fifty elite infantrymen combined, but the difference was its firing had no wind gap.

No matter how well-coordinated an infantry battalion was, there would be inevitable interruptions caused by Holy Wind.

And this period of interruption was the window for enemy maneuvering and charging.

However, under the interception of continuous bullet flow from the heavy-duty spring machine gun, bullets drenched like water with no safe interval.

Infantrymen entering its range were under constant fire, with no window for advancing.

“Good stuff, indeed good stuff.” Dass was a man who knew quality.

He immediately realized that instead of focusing on the killing power of the new weapon, its suppressive force was the key.

Upon seeing this, he was sure that with the current strength of the Royal Court, not even by daylight could they reach the west bank.

Raising his head, Dass pointed to the distant wooden cylinder-like electric plasma spear: “What’s that then?”

“Holy Fist Electric Spear Tube.” Haimodin replied while filling in data, “Technically known as the shoulder-mounted electric plasma spear launcher.”

This weapon was specifically designed to counter flesh Titans.

Though Dass’s unit was armed with a close-combat version of this weapon, essentially the plasma spear.

And now, this launcher was just to project the plasma spear.

Detecting Dass’s dismissive tone, Haimodin huffed: “This thing, though not as devastating as the Strangler, still packs intricate technology crafted by miracle monks.”

Haimodin wasn’t trying to deceive Dass; the electromagnetic spear tube’s launch mechanism indeed contained sophisticated technology.

Unlike ordinary spring firing mechanisms, the spear tube’s launch device was crafted with refined mountain copper springs.

Across the entire Holy Alliance, only one military alchemy workshop of the Holy Mechanism Court could manufacture them, with limited production capacity.

“Such good weapons, why weren’t they equipped earlier?” Dass pointed at the spring mechanism gun, avoiding Haimodin’s direct question.

Haimodin set down his record book and handed it to an Assistant Monk, before placing his pen in his pocket: “Because it’s a product of spring miracles.”

“Product of spring miracles?”

“Check the new encyclopedia, any mechanisms operating only within the ether clock range are products of spring miracles.”

Dass suddenly realized: “With the Brass Throne here, what about His Majesty?”

“Who told you there could only be one Brass Throne?” Haimodin rolled his eyes, “Three crowns: one for Hilov’s protection, one remains by His Majesty’s side, another is now here.”

Obviously, one Brass Throne couldn’t cover the entire battlefield.

“Who is sitting on the throne now?”

“The War Nuns.” Haimodin’s expression turned solemn, “Those war nuns who aren’t fighting directly have taken positions, at a real risk of brain damage.”

“I asked, who is on the throne right now?”

“Lady Louise is.”

Dass felt darkness envelop his eyes.

……

Watching the tide-like retreat of the Royal Court’s brigades, many Angel Envoys were left speechless.

Not because they didn’t want to speak, but because words eluded them.

Seeing the ceaseless retreat of the Royal Palace army and the incessantly wailing vampire wounded on the beach, the Angel Envoys found themselves at a loss for words.

They were prepared for the high probability of not breaching the river island on the first attack.

But they anticipated at least landing on a beachhead on the first attempt, establishing a staging point.

But now?

They hadn’t even touched the edge of the river island, perishing in the shallow waters.

Darkness and flames mirrored each other, as occasionally sun rounds soared, vampire corpses floated gently on the water, flowing to the shore and downstream.

Standing by the river, Konyaz’s expression remained unchanged, merely rubbing his knuckles with increasing frequency: “Where is Vladimir? Call him to meet me.”

The fourth Angel Envoy, Yurick, offered a bitter smile: “Your Excellency, Vladimir, he…”

“What’s wrong with him?”

“He’s pierced through the heart by the rapid-firing large gun, now nearly dead, probably unable to meet you.”

A vein on Konyaz’s forehead pulsated: “Then call for Cataloni.”

“Lord Cataloni was injured by the electric spear’s shockwave and is undergoing blood healing, unable to come for now.”

Facing the firelight, Yurick could clearly see Konyaz’s neck skin suddenly tightening, straining his blood vessels and bones.

After a whole minute of silence, when Konyaz spoke again, his voice was inexplicably hoarse: “Extend the battle line, thin the formations, attack once more in half an hour, I refuse to believe that weapon can be used indefinitely!”

“Now? Shouldn’t we request aid from the Majesties? There are still four palace army delegations on Holy Grail Mountain, and the Emperor’s Titan guards…”

“Didn’t you hear my command?”

“Lord Konyaz, the northern line is still holding, even if the Holy Alliance Army wants to ascend the high ground, time’s up…”

“I said, follow the order.”

“Your Excellency, the troops’ morale has not recovered, and we need to stop rumors and gather intelligence.”

“Insolence!” The previously calm Konyaz suddenly glared, roaring with a bloody gaze, “Defy my orders and I’ll have your head!”

Yurick opened his mouth for half a day unable to speak, only lowering his head with a nod: “As you command, Your Excellency.”

Departing from Konyaz, Yurick rode back to his own camp, his expression grim.

Upon reaching the camp entrance, the human servant guarding the gate stood up to greet: “Master, let me hold your horse…”

But as he approached, his vampire master sped past him.

As for the servant’s headless body, it fell to the ground alongside the head Yurick casually slashed down.

“How was it?” The seventh Angel Envoy Grigory, face covered in dust, eagerly asked upon seeing Yurick’s return.

Yurick dismounted: “The First Angel Envoy demands we assault, soon you all might be rotated back up.”

“Lord Konyaz, alas.”

Yurick paused briefly, “Have you sent word to the Emperor?”

“Messages have been continuously sent, the Emperor just conveyed a message saying she’ll neither care nor inquire, everything goes through Konyaz!”

“Well then, since the Emperor has spoken, all we can do now is launch an attack.”

“For the Blood Race’s Celestial Kingdom.” Grigory extended his fist.

Yurick bumped fists with him: “For the new world after the fire of devastation, our Vampire world.”