More than 1,000 grids of electricity may seem like a lot, but most of the spells Raistlin can improve now are above the sixth level, and any level 6 to 7 will consume hundreds of grids of electricity.

If it is the seventh ring to the eighth ring, the power consumption is even more.

In addition, there are a large number of low-level but very practical spells, such as Grease, Fear, Mage's Hand, Fire Wall, and Banishment.

In less than five minutes, the soul pool bottomed out again.

Raistlin shook his head secretly. No wonder the conflict of ideas between the Netherite faction and the Modus faction was irreconcilable. It takes at least 30 years to meditate for the mana converted from the electricity absorbed by oneself in one day, and for other legendary spellcasters to meditate for at least 30 years.

Under the premise of limited mana and soul power, the number of spells and power can only be chosen.

Fortunately, I have a mutant mobile phone!

Raistlin really entered into meditation and built a "time stop" spell model in the Lake of Stars. After more than two hours, he heard the chatter of his teammates and slowly opened his eyes.

The teammates are resting.

For the legendary high-level powerhouse, two hours is enough to recover to the peak state. Izzet sat at the table in the middle of the tent and cooked food for everyone.

The aroma of the steak and the aroma of the fruit juice whet the appetite of everyone.

Barack sat on his bunk, carefully wiping the soul gun with a clean silk cloth, earnestly and carefully, as if taking care of his most beloved woman.

In contrast, the savage priest was much more extensive, leaning his mace beside him at will, wherever he could.

Daunsos glanced at the Holy Spear Ranger and asked kindly, "Do you need me to use the cleansing technique for you?"

"No, thank you."

Barack shook his head and declined. "The cleaning technique can only clean the surface. The internal structure of the soul gun is very complicated. It must be carefully maintained every day to keep it in good condition, and there will be no problems at the most critical time."

"What's the name of your two guns?" Daunsoth asked casually.

"This is called the 'Light of Judgment'."

Barack picked up the long soul gun. Its shape was very unique. It seemed to be carved out of white jade. The barrel of the gun was in the shape of a rectangular column. , revealing the vicissitudes of life and the atmosphere of simplicity, it is obviously a long-standing relic.

"The Light of Judgment is one of the earliest soul guns in the world. In fact, it is not a gun, but a magic item."

The Holy Lance Ranger introduced: "It doesn't need bullets, as long as it is filled with holy light, it can shoot bullets. The power depends on the amount of holy light, and so does the rate of fire."

Daunsoth's face suddenly stunned, "No wonder there is no muzzle, and it is too convenient to not use bullets."

"Not really."

Barack sighed and shook his head, "Not using bullets can indeed save a lot of trouble, but it also limits the power of the 'Light of Judgment'. It consumes too much Holy Light power, and the range is not far enough, so I usually use more Most of it is this 'Meteorite'."

Saying that, he picked up another shorter soul gun.

"Meteorite is the real soul gun, I made it myself." Barack stroked the gorgeous metal gun body, and had to say unintentionally: "In order to build it, I learned from an imperial gunsmith in Queen's Harbor. Five years, and then put all the wealth that has been risked in these years into it, and after countless hard work, it was finally successful."

"Is this gun of epic quality?" Daunsoth asked.

"certainly!"

Barack's face was proud, "Meteor is the top soul gun in the world. Even in the empire with the most gunners, you can't find a better soul gun."

At this moment, he saw Raistlin open his eyes and Athena looked at him, so he showed off.

"Meteorite's dimensional magazine can hold 8,000 rounds of bullets, and the magazine is divided into eight spaces, which can store bullets of eight different effects." The Holy Gun Ranger turned the Soul Gun at his fingertips, dazzled for a while, and the Soul Gun seemed to be dazzling. His fingers were as nimble as he said, "During the battle, I can switch bullets at any time and play various effects. Unfortunately, I don't have a chance today. I'll let you guys see it later."

The main force in destroying the Demon Nest today was Athena. He was in charge of chasing and killing fleeing enemies, and only used the most common holy light bullets.

"Can you show me?" Athena suddenly became interested.

"Okay." Barack agreed very readily, then hesitated and reminded: "Athena, be careful with your hands, the meteor can't stand your strength."

"You have to have confidence in my power control." Athena promised with a smile.

The Holy Gun Ranger carefully handed the gun over.

The giantess took the gun in her hand and rubbed it lightly for a while, feeling the weight of the gun. She was curious at the same time doing a comparison.

"You can try to fire."

Seeing that she couldn't put it down, Barack took out a magic target and placed it on the side of the tent, and said, "No matter what you do in Leomont Sanctuary, the sound will not come out, and this magic target is also The ones I usually use to test guns can absorb the power of bullets, and as long as I don’t fire at full strength, they can withstand at least twenty shots.”

"it is good!"

Athena shot at the target without waiting for Barack to teach her shooting skills.

Bang bang bang bang!

She fired five shots in a row, and the light in the shelter flickered. In the five shots, three different bullets were switched, namely Holy Light Bullets, Explosive Bullets, and Armor-piercing Bullets.

"The power is good."

The giantess returned the meteorite to Barack. She said it was good, but no one could tell that she was not satisfied.

"Do you know how to use a soul gun?" Seeing that she was so proficient at switching bullets and her shooting skills were standard, Barack was immediately puzzled.

Athena smiled and said, "Well, I've used it a few times."

Her shooting skills were learned from Tyrion, the commander of the Ultramarines Second Company. Tyrion was the most skilled sharpshooter in the Ultramarines. Gunwing Knights.

Even though she only learned it for less than two months, Athena's archery is also top-notch in the Ultramarines.

The bolter that Ren gave her was in the Nebula Ring, but it wasn't the right time, so she didn't use it.

Barack's meteorite is actually very powerful, but she was used to using bolt guns, and she always felt that it was almost meaningless.

Shooting a gun consumes too much soul power.

The firing frequency is not fast enough, the rate of fire of the bullets is also slower, and the range cannot be tested in the tent, but I have seen it during the daytime battle, and it is obviously inferior to the bolt gun.

The most important thing is that the recoil of the meteorite is too small to shoot.

Barack sensed Athena's state of mind, and the beauty faced her face, her face a little overwhelmed, and asked unconvinced, "Athena, do you think my soul gun is not good?"

"No, Meteorite is indeed the top soul gun, but it's not suitable for me." Athena shook her head repeatedly.

"How is that possible?" Barack thought she was just a perfunctory remark, and raised her voice a bit, "You can't find a better soul gun than Meteorite, and it doesn't even suit you, so what kind of soul gun do you want? "

Athena was silent.

"Uh..." Barack frowned, "Why didn't you speak?" Athena's reaction made him think she was doubting his professionalism.

Athena somewhat regretted her curiosity.

"Show him."

Raistlin's voice suddenly sounded, and Athena turned to look at him. She didn't understand what Raistlin meant. Wouldn't this reveal her connection with Ren?

Bolt guns are no longer a secret in the upper echelons of the empire, you can find out with a little inquiries.

Barack is only in the New World, and he hasn't heard of it yet.

"It's okay." Raistlin nodded slightly. Barack is a good teammate, and the Holy Gun Ranger is also an extraordinary career with great potential. It would be good if he could draw Glamorgan to guide the Gunwing Knights, or even become the leader of the Knights.

With permission, Athena took out the bolter.

Barack was at a loss for the conversation between the two at first, but when he saw her take out a huge soul gun, he was immediately attracted.

As the top gunsmith, he immediately noticed the extraordinaryness of this gun.

"What kind of gun is this?"

"Bolt gun." Athena replied, handing the gun to Raistlin to let him burn the soul wave for Barack, and enable the use of it.

Barack's eyes lit up, vaguely guessing the meaning of Raistlin's actions.

"Is this the secret lock of the soul gun?"

"Yeah." Raistlin let go, "Try it, don't shoot for too long."

Barack nodded to show his understanding. The moment he picked up the soul gun, he felt its weight, and his expression changed slightly, "What a heavy soul gun! It's almost as heavy as a warhammer."

The Holy Spear Ranger prefers speed and evasion, and his strength is not strong. Even if he is a legendary high-level rank, he only has a fifth-level strength. Using a bolt gun that is nearly one meter long and weighs 240 pounds with one hand is still a bit difficult. Hold the gun with both hands and hold the barrel with the other.

He aimed at the target and couldn't wait to shoot.

Boom!

A bang exploded in the tent, like a fireball explosion, and the entire shelter shook, startling both Barack and Dawnsos.

Izzet, who was concentrating on cooking food, almost overturned the frying pan.

The magic target was directly blown to pieces.

Barack took two steps back and could barely hold the bolter. The palm of his hand holding the barrel felt hot, but he couldn't care about it at the moment, and his expression was completely sluggish.

As a veteran of guns for hundreds of years and a top gunsmith, Barack only fired one shot and noticed the difference of the Shurikin gun.

Such a formidable power, a terrifying rate of fire, and a negligible amount of soul power consumption...

When holding the gun, it senses more than 10,000 bullets in the dimensional magazine, as well as two firing modes of single shot and continuous shooting. The inside of the gun body is too complicated to understand the rune law array...

Barack's worldview was shattered.

This magical soul gun perfectly solves the many weaknesses of the gunman and the holy gun ranger. In his eyes, the bolt gun is like the most beautiful woman in the world, looking at it, his eyes are obsessed.

After a long time, he came back to his senses.

"This...."

"Who invented this bolt gun?" Barack's voice was trembling, and he looked at Raistlin, his eyes filled with infinite enthusiasm and anticipation.

Izzet and Dawnsos were also shocked. With their eyesight, they could naturally see the power of this weapon.

"I." Raistlin replied simply.

Barack can't believe it, thinking that no matter how strong you are, you are still a weak wizard. You can't even pick up a bolt gun. If you fire a shot, your entire arm will be shattered. It's normal for a magic wand or other magic item. Will such a powerful soul gun be invented?

"You don't believe it?" Raistlin saw what he was thinking.

"Uh..." Barack scratched his black scalp, "This is too incredible, you are a legendary wizard with powerful spells, the soul gun is useless to you..."

Raistlin did not explain, and took out two more bolt guns from the Nebula Ring.

This is what he kept for himself and Athena.

"There are two more!"

Barack's eyes widened, and then he realized that bolt guns were mass-produced. His mind went blank, how could such a powerful soul gun be mass-produced?

"You use them to fight tomorrow, take advantage of it," Raistlin said.

Barack nodded numbly: "Okay!"

He grabbed the two bolt guns in ecstasy, and found that his strength was too poor. If he wanted to fire with dual wielding, he had to rely on the divine blessing of Daunthos.

Izzet prepared the food and brought it to the table in the middle of the tent to invite everyone to eat.

His cooking skills are excellent, and everyone is full of praise for eating it.

It is definitely a rare enjoyment to eat hot and delicious food in the abyss wasteland. Only Barack was absent-minded, filled his stomach indiscriminately, and fondly touched the bolt gun, but the tent space was too small to fire, which made his heart itch so bad that he wanted to go out and test the gun right away.

Athena looked at the appearance of the Holy Lance Ranger and gave Raistlin a thumbs up behind her.

She had already guessed Raistlin's intentions, and used a bolt gun to lure the Holy Gun Ranger into taking the bait, and later tricked Glamorgan to work for Renne.

In the second half of the night, everyone took turns to keep watch.

Before dawn, it was Raistlin's turn to be on duty for the last two hours. He set up a magic alarm outside the tent, and then continued to build the time-stopping spell model.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked through the tent into the distance.

A ray of light appeared on the eastern horizon The daytime in the abyss wasteland was shrouded in dark clouds of fel energy, blocking the sunlight. Even in the daytime, it was a cloudy day that never saw the sun.

Raistlin listened intently for a few seconds, and heard an inaudible sound.

This is the sound of the hooves of a large group of cavalry running.

The source of the sound is at least thirty miles away, and there is no warning sign of the will of truth. Obviously, it is not that an enemy has discovered the Leomon Sanctuary, but another goal.

After a few minutes, the ground trembled slightly, and the group of knights got closer.

Raistlin judged from the sound wave path that the other party was not coming towards him, and would soon run past three miles away from the woods.

The teammates were awakened by the tremor.

"Their target is not us." Raistlin said softly, "It should just be passing by."

Everyone, don't worry.

In yesterday's battle, they all saw Raistlin's keen perception. No matter how clever an assassin or spellcaster, in Raistlin's eyes, there is nothing to hide, and they will be found at a glance.

Izt put his ear to the ground and listened for a while, his eyes changed slightly.

He got up and said: "There are two waves of people, one is the abyss knights of the Netivus demons, about 120 knights, they are chasing a group of deserters, most likely superhumans. Can we save them?"

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