Chapter 624 (1/2)

Chapter 624: Devastation

Translator: TransN Editor: TransN

“This is an absolute slaughter.”

Nail thought sitting on the top of the tower, hands on his machine gun grip.

As long as the trigger was depressed, this steel weapon would keep spouting out the flames and shoot bullets toward the enemies. The position targeted by this weapon would be covered by the death of the network; where all lives would become fragmented like fallen bowls from the table.

Being able to dominate the battlefield from such a high position left him feeling passionate.

So did his omrades in his team.

“The 66th! Look, that poor guy has been disintegrated.”

“What’re you counting? That’s obviously the 68th!”

“Look over there, a guy is still rolling on the ground. Just kill him.”

“His intestines have already spilled out, save your ammunition and let him slowly struggle!”

With a click, the fabric tape slipped down and another box of bullets had come to its end.

“Cover the third trench. I’m going to reload!” Nail cried to a machine gun team in the tower.

“Don’t worry, and just leave it to us.”

His teammates quickly brought over a box full of bullets. He put on a single thick glove and gripped the smoking barrel of the machine gun with a special caliper. He held the pipe with one hand, disassembled it easily, and placed it lightly in the open space.

According to the requirements of training, soldiers could not fire continuously except under extraordinary conditions. So the barrel must be replaced after a box of bullets was shot to avoid barrel deformation with overheating. It was said that this kind of black steel pipe which could fit the thread of the gun chamber perfectly was made by the witch, Miss Anna. Every pipe cost about 50 gold royals, which made the team members treat their guns like their children.

After they installed the cooled barrels, the jarring percussive sound once again rang out from the tower.

“Look, there’s a witch in the east of the first trench!”

Suddenly a cry rang out around him.

“That’s not a witch, idiot! That’s a pure witch, Miss Nana’s enemies!”

Nail also saw the target his teammate pointed out.

The woman in a red robe might have been hit on the leg by a flying bullet. She was on the ground and slowly crawling forward. The robe behind her dragged a light blood stain.

He aimed the gun at the pure witch but a feeling left him feeling a little overwhelmed and he did not pull the trigger.

From her figure, she looked as though she may have not yet grown up.

“Shoot, what’re you waiting for?”

“I…”

A string of sand quickly swept over her body the moment he hesitated.

She stopped struggling and blood spread from her belly, like a small red flower.

“Hell, we just lost a result!”

“Stop saying that.” Another one interrupted him while patting Nail on the shoulder. “You’re tired, leave it to me.”

He took a deep breath and said, “No, I’m fine.”