I Made Scientific Magic

"Protect the king!" "Kill these rebels!"

In the [Hadrata], Simmons, the leader of the guards, shouted loudly, ordering his guards to rely on the shields in their hands to resist the fierce musket attack.

Tonight, most of the troops in the capital were dispatched to carry out the mission, but Bazel also considered the possibility of failure, or even the possibility of diverting the tiger away from the mountain. Naturally, it is impossible for the palace to be unprotected.

In addition to a part of the guards who stayed behind, there were several bishops and a dozen priests assisting in the defense, so even if Raeder led a larger number of people and used flintlock guns, they couldn't attack in a while.

It wasn't until the huge thunder pillar that was enough to illuminate the capital fell from the sky that the balance of the situation was broken.

Raider and the others were also taken aback. Fortunately, they had been ordered before, and they could vaguely guess what was going on.

The imperial guards guarding the palace inevitably fell into chaos, especially the priests and bishops who assisted in the defense, because the thunder pillar that fell from the sky did not belong to any kind of divine art they knew!

"Don't panic, it's Lord Anrioke punishing those rebels, God... is with me!" Simmons shouted hoarsely, barely stopping the chaos of the army, but still couldn't prevent rows of soldiers from falling to the ground Gunshots and bullets rained down.

The only thing that made Simmons breathe a sigh of relief was that after a few salvos, the gunfire stopped.

Raeder and others have run out of ammunition!

All the way from the capital to the palace, after several battles on the way, the ammunition they carried had been exhausted, everyone raised their muskets, ready to start hand-to-hand combat!

Simmons quickly realized this from the actions of these people, and immediately became agitated. "Everyone, cheer up, our chance to fight back has come, those believers of the devil are no longer able to attack with powerful witch weapons, now is the time for us to win!"

Forced to huddle in the shield wall and be hit by rounds of musket fire, the extremely aggrieved guards held the long knives in their hands tightly and rushed towards the opposing crowd like wolves and tigers.

Simmons was no exception, and immediately set his sights on Raedel, who was in charge of commanding in the crowd—as long as he killed the leader first, it would greatly damage the morale of such a rebel!

Simmons swung the heavy knight sword in his hand, and he swung it with the lightness of a rapier, beheading the two Musketeers who surrounded him in an instant.

As the leader of the imperial guards trusted by King Bazel, although Simmons is not a noble knight with excellent bloodlines, he has taken a potion of divine grace by virtue of his military exploits, and possesses physical fitness beyond ordinary people. Once the sword edge fell, someone must have wailed and fell into a pool of blood.

"Get away from me!" Raeder yelled loudly, preventing more people from surrounding him to protect him.

"It's a bit courageous!" Simmons shook the blood on the weapon in his hand quite unexpectedly, and then a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "But I will accept your life!"

The moment the voice fell, Simmons' whole body was like a fierce wind, and he crossed a distance of more than ten meters in three or two steps, swinging the knight's epee in his hand and slashing at Laird.

However, Raedel, who was facing him, dropped the musket in his hand directly, and instead took out a palm-sized, pitch-black short gun from the chain bag, and pointed the black muzzle at Simmons.

A chill suddenly rushed to his heart from the soles of his feet. Simmons, who had just seen flintlock shooting, could of course guess that it was something similar.

But now that the distance is too close, it's too late to dodge. Simmons can only turn his sword horizontally and switch from offense to defense. With his outstanding reaction speed, he can even easily block the flying arrows...

Even though this kind of weird witch weapon shoots projectiles much faster than the arrow crossbow, he is sure to be able to block it!

The next moment, gunshots rang out suddenly!

The expression on Simmons' face also changed from solemn to horrified, because it was not a single bullet that burst out from the muzzle, but dozens or hundreds of them!

Dense bullets flew out from the muzzle, and then spread out in a conical shape. Within such a wide range of bullet coverage, Simmons couldn't even do the most basic dodge. His left arm, shoulder, waist and abdomen were all in the same area. It was pierced by the flying lead bullets at all times, and even shattered, turning into fragments all over the sky, sprinkled all over the ground...

Simmons' body fell to the ground like a dead leaf, and his eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness. This is not the way a knight should fight and die...

"The times have changed, idiot!" Raeder shook his head, this is a boutique specially made for him by the alchemy workshop.

It was originally intended to deal with those bishops in an emergency, but since Simmons insisted on coming up, it was a good time to try the gun on him!

Raeder put away the short spear, picked up the opponent's knight sword, and strung up Simmons' broken body high, shouting that the leader was dead, disintegrating the fighting spirit of the Imperial Guard.

...

At this moment in the palace, the attendants and ministers were in a mess, and there was constant sound of swords and gunshots from outside, but Bazel was still sitting on the throne, not intending to move.

"Your Majesty Bazel, those damned miners are about to rush in. If they don't leave, it will be too late." A loyal attendant knelt down on the ground, persuading him anxiously.

"No, they're already outside the door." Bazel's face was very calm. The moment he got the report that the palace was attacked, he already guessed that the action against those wizards tonight was just a bureau.

They got into the game, like prey in a spider's web, struggling in vain.

Bazel knew this very well, and had no intention of running away.

His lifespan has come to an end, death is a matter of time...

Moreover, this is his own kingdom, the territory of the Bazel family for generations, and he still needs to examine the new successor, whether his stupid son has the ability to rule the kingdom!

A loud noise came from far and near, accompanied by a lot of killing and footsteps, the whole palace began to tremble slightly, as if it was about to collapse.

After a while, everything returned to calm, and the gate of the palace was finally opened.

Hatar was the first to step into the palace, holding a blood-stained saber in his hand. Lin En didn't mean to steal his limelight, and followed behind with Anthony.

King Bazel's eyes swept across Anthony, and then stayed on Lynn for a long time. Finally, he turned his head to look at Hatar, and sighed. "If you walked into this hall alone tonight, I would be very happy, Hatar!"