The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Brother Yikou really wanted to interject, that Mother Earth has no such ability, it must be the extremely evil Lord Demon King.

More and more Armored Dragon Soldiers were thrown into chaos in panic; some Lizardmen even knelt on the ground, praying blindly to the Dragon God or Mother Earth, but facts proved that this was futile.

They were originally warriors who took pride in their charge, but this nightmarish "stone rain" far exceeded their understanding.

Their vine armor lost its effectiveness, the shields in their hands couldn't withstand at all, they'd died in droves without even seeing the opponent's face clearly, and it's foreseeable that they would continue to die.

This was a completely meaningless charge!

Fear began to spread!

Despair spread from the front row to the entire flank, some soldiers had already dropped their weapons and fled in all directions. And those Lizardmen who were still shouting hurrah and charging forward, were merely moving out of inertia, seeking not victory, but relief.

Bakar glared incredulously at the scene, wishing he could crush the Obsidian Giant Sword in his hand.

"Advance!! Keep attacking! That's just a trick from the outsiders!"

"You are fearless Armored Dragon Soldiers! The claws of the Dragon God! Even if you die in battle, it is your glory!"

He roared, his voice hoarse, yet unable to suppress the collapse of the formation, which had long turned into a heap of scattered sand.

Another row of Armored Dragon Soldiers fell at the front, shot into swiss cheese, their bodies rolling down the sand slope, blocking the feet of the soldiers behind.

Comrades who couldn't dodge fell on top of them, and were subsequently reaped by bullets!

The intersecting nets of fire were like scythes, waving death!

"This is... so badass."

With a blood-stained iron sword stuck in the ground, the Minotaur Warrior looked at the Gatling spewing fire on the distant hill, muttering in awe and excitement.

"Damn! Is this freaking cheating?!" The Pig-headed Knight shouldered his battle axe, grumbling with a gloomy face, "Why don't these show-offs just bring tanks along?!"

Is playing with firepower coverage in a fantasy world game interesting? Doesn't it feel out of place?

A real man should do what a man ought to!

Alright.

He admitted he was jealous.

Due to the exceptional DPS of those heavy machine guns, all the aggro in the field was sucked dry by Brother Yikou.

Those Lizardmen completely ignored them, rushing past them as if they didn't exist, seemingly deciding to leave this "tough but limited threat" bone for the reinforcements behind to chew.

Looking at the jealous Pig-headed elder, the Minotaur Warrior shrugged his shoulders.

"Who knows, maybe they're worried about being captured by the opposing side."

Or maybe the dog developer wanted to give them some game experience, after all, if those tanks had rolled over, the opposing side would probably turn tail and run, lacking even the courage for a charge.

But—

Who knows why indeed?

This war had no suspense from the start, how to win was entirely up to Lord Demon King.

Perhaps that lord just wanted to test the new equipment of the Great Graveyard; maybe aiding the Sand Ridge Clan was just a side thing.

Given the advancing speed of these primitive people, even if the Sand Ridge Tribe was weak and couldn't withstand a push, they would surely fall right in front of Assam City.

The Demon King Army could completely ignore this hundred thousand strong army, directly strike the heart, capture the false king, and take Assam City... By then, this 100,000 expeditionary army would only have the option to surrender.

They actually didn't have to die.

"...It's too early to celebrate now."

Yiye Zhiqu remained calm, the Soul Fire flickering slightly in his eye sockets.

He looked at the fire line on the high ground and spoke in a low tone.

"I've seen Brother Yikou's test, the thing he made sure packs a punch, but it's clearly not up to production standards, from materials to parts, it's a bunch of problems. If the physics engine in this game is really that realistic, the failure rate of this thing can't be small."

This is different from the Magic Crystal Cannon.

The Magic Crystal Cannon in the game world has "pre-applied foundations," the Netherworld Language used is all set, just applying innovations in method. But the Revolver Machine Gun, apart from the barrel and the firing device, has far too many pioneering designs.

The Pig-head and Minotaur exchanged glances, a bad premonition rising within them.

This seasoned guy never seemed to have misjudged, better not have his crow's mouth prophecy come true at this critical juncture.

However, as the saying goes, fear what you predict, and perhaps the dog developer heard their conversation and decided to crank up the intensity, as a new situation emerged on the not-so-distant hill.

"Dada—clack."

A Gatling gun suddenly stalled, the muzzle that had been spewing fire fell silent, leaving the bewildered player spinning the unresponsive crank.

Soon after, the second Gatling also belched black smoke, sputtered twice, then jammed completely. The Skeleton crouching behind patted the chassis in confusion, then tapped the magazine, like fixing a television.

"Damn! It's jammed again!"

One Mouthful of Chemical Pool's raspy voice rang from afar, shouting angrily at the two failing newbies, "What's happening?! What are you guys doing?!"

The newbie crouched in front of the Revolver Machine Gun looked at him helplessly, squeezing out a line after a long while.

"I don't know!"

One Mouthful of Chemical Pool: "@#%!"

Cursing as he might, he couldn't just wait idly, so he tossed the machine gun in his hands to the newbie rubbing their hands waiting by, and sprinted madly towards the machine gun position beside.