Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon

Chapter 151 - 151 150 Firepower Supremacy

?Chapter 151: Chapter 150 Firepower Supremacy Chapter 151: Chapter 150 Firepower Supremacy One hundred meters was but an instant for a rocket-propelled grenade.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the grenade had penetrated the carriage and detonated violently!

Amidst a thunderous roar that shook the heavens, the central carriage instantly burst into flames, shredded into pieces, while the two horses drawing the cart lay dead on the ground within moments.

The guards suffered as well. Countless shrapnel flew out like rain, piercing their armor and bodies at speeds several times faster than the speed of sound. Most had lost consciousness before they even comprehended what had happened.

The carriages in front and behind were slightly less affected; despite their carriages being peppered with holes, they at least remained whole in shape. The horses didn’t die instantly from the explosion and, panic-stricken from the pain and loud noise, started madly running around with the carriages in tow.

Of course, this wasn’t the situation the players from Paradise had hoped for.

With a few bursts of gunfire, Qianyuan Meiko ensured the horses breathed their last.

Zhang Zhiyuan and Cui Zhen’en then filled the carriages with another volley of bullets to ensure whoever was inside got their fair share.

Only by then did the mercenaries from Black Steel Camp finally realize they were under attack.

The alarm bell rang, awakening those asleep from their dreams.

“The sides are mine,” Zhou Zhi volunteered to guard the flanks for everyone—those patrol teams scattered three hundred meters out were now behind them; while their spears weren’t much of a threat, letting the enemies get close could reveal the team’s location.

Cui Zhen’en was tasked with using the sniper rifle to deal with any enemies attempting to take cover.

In the ten or so seconds following the grenade’s explosion, she took out the mercenaries peeking from the two front guard towers of the camp. After all, at a hundred meters, those were the positions that could threaten the team with muskets.

“Is Aibuvich still alive?” Anthony loaded a second grenade into the launcher. “It must be pretty warm inside that carriage by now.”

“Can’t see clearly, the doorway is full of smoke,” Zhang Zhiyuan observed with his binoculars for a while before shaking his head. “But any ordinary person would be beyond recognition by now.”

“I figured as much… Those two journalists kept going on about some guard envoy; aren’t they all just an RPG away? If anyone’s still alive, let’s hit them with another one.”

“Wait, wait a second…” Zhou Zhi suddenly became nervous.

“What’s the matter, kid?”

“That Fiend lady… she’s gone missing again!”

Only then did everyone realize that there were indeed only five people left in their hiding spot.

“None of you noticed any movements just now?” Zhang Zhiyuan asked in surprise.

Everyone shook their heads in unison.

“No wonder she’s a player with skins,” Mingzi said enviously, “I always feel like she’s different from us.”

“Forget about her, even if she’s dead it’s just a game over.” Zhang Zhiyuan redirected everyone’s attention, “Black Steel hasn’t completely crumbled yet.”

They waited for a full three minutes before the first organized defenders emerged from within the camp. These people, armed with steam rifles and using several carriages for cover, seemed to be attempting to clear the burning debris and barricades from the entrance. Before they could even step out the gate, a dense hail of machine gun fire covered a five-meter radius around the entrance.

…

Inside Black Steel Camp, chaos reigned.

Besta was a Black Steel squad leader, an average soldier who never rose above “Warrior” level even before leaving the army, yet he was still considered a capable leader in the New World. Moreover, his extensive real battle experience meant he had been quite successful since joining Black Steel.

That was until a thunderous blast at the front of the camp woke him from his slumber.

He was utterly shocked to discover that someone had actually launched a night raid on the Black Steel’s headquarters!

He had about thirty subordinates, all of whom were loyal to him and had received formal military training, so they assembled immediately. Normally, he would have already been thinking about how to kill the enemy, but today was slightly different—because he saw a broken carriage engulfed in flames at the gate, the scattered golden ornaments indicating the identity of the carriage’s owner.

The boss was taken out?

Although the likelihood was slim, at least for the moment, Aibuvich himself had yet to appear.

He cautiously held back, ordering his men to stay put for a few minutes.

Just during this delay, another team had already charged out.

The result left Besta dumbfounded! He saw the enemy’s bullets fly like a violent storm, taking down half of the twenty-something men who had charged out in an instant, and that was with many bullets missing and hitting the ground. The dirt columns kicked up from the ground showed how plentiful the enemy’s firepower was!

Which gang was seeking revenge?

No, he quickly dismissed the thought; even if all the gangs from Magnificent Castle were gathered, they couldn’t achieve such intensive shooting—it required not just a large number of guns, but also a lot of training and coordination.

The others who didn’t die instantly tried to crawl back to the camp, but the enemy had no intention of letting these poor sods escape. They switched from volley fire to targeted fire, with precise shots taking out every single mercenary of the first charge.

Who the hell are these expert sharpshooters?

Besta grabbed a subordinate and shouted, “Go up the watchtower and check out the situation, see where the enemy is hiding, and how many there are!”

The man nodded, quickly climbed the ladder, and in less than ten seconds, he was at the top of the watchtower.

But what was faster was a muffled gunshot!

The subordinate staggered and fell heavily from the top of the tower, landing with not just his head gone, but half of his body as well.

The bloody scene was enough to send a shiver down Besta’s spine.

Only artillery could produce such a shocking effect, right?

Yet the question was, how did they manage to fire a small-caliber cannon so rapidly and with such accuracy?

Just then, the rumbling sound of a steam engine roared from behind the camp.

This sound was like a powerful stimulant, boosting the morale of the mercenaries present. Besta was no exception; he knew that the Black Steel’s “Hammer Pellet” suppression armor had started up. This battle machine boasted thick armor, a rapid-fire machine gun, and four sets of large wheels that could navigate hilly terrain with ease, not to mention a naval cannon mounted on top.

This thing wasn’t something that could be stopped by a few dozen guns.

“We’ll follow behind Hammer Pellet!” Besta waved to his men, “But don’t stick too close, remember, this time we aren’t vying for credit.”

For mercenaries, this wasn’t an easy command to follow, but everyone trusted their squadron leader, and no one objected. They waited until Hammer Pellet and two middle squads burst through the main gate before tailing behind with their guns.

Then Besta saw a dazzling flash of light burst from the dirt road not far away!

The enemy was right in front of the camp!

Before he could voice this out, a deafening explosion rang out again, accompanied by a very bright ball of fire! Thousands of bright streaks of light shot out from the sides of the suppression armor, cutting down more than a dozen mercenaries as if they were reaping wheat. The advancing Hammer Pellet also came to an abrupt halt, suddenly silent.

What happened?

So these fools are actually fighting back!

Besta took three steps at a time and forcefully knocked on the steel construct’s rear door, shouting out the direction of the enemy, but to his surprise, the rear door was quickly opened; a blood-covered mercenary crawled out of the compartment, seemingly trying to escape back to the camp, only to stumble a few steps and collapse to the ground.