Ming Dynasty and New Rome and Infinite Magic Machine

Chapter 957 Airflow
[Hurry up and find something to block it. Ah! It's too late! ]

Before Apollonia's warning sounded, a gust of white wind appeared in the corner of Phaethon's eye - it came from the blind spot of his vision.

In a hurry, Phaethon subconsciously held her spear horizontally to block. Before the people around her could see why she was trying to block the air, a gust of wind passed by everyone, and the sonic boom came last.

This time it was faster than before. The one who had just found a place to stand was now overturned again. The one who was hanging on the tree just now was directly blown away this time.

[31 times the speed of sound? ? ?] Apollonia read the data in disbelief, [This is already far beyond the first cosmic speed! Even if he has to use air for propulsion, if he draws a parabola now, maybe he can really enter orbit. Has he really been this fast before?]

"The thing is indeed on you." Fu Yuanshan held the Spear of the Apollo in one hand and confronted Phaethon while surrounded by a gale that was gusting at 31 times the speed of sound.

He looked directly at Phaethon, his eyes exuding an unprecedented indifference. He seemed angry.

The air flow was separated from the front. In this storm, it was calm as if it was on the ground. Phaethon could reply without much effort:

"Senior, how did you find out?"

"I caught that fat guy and found that the feeling was not right. I didn't ask him, but I guessed that he probably gave it to you. Then I caught you and it turned out to be you."

"So, what does Senior mean?"

"Give me back my stuff." Fu Yuanshan stressed, "You know, that magic bag. Give it back to me now."

"Let's talk about it after the fight." As he said that, Phaethon twisted his hand back and pushed Fu Yuanshan away.

After escaping from the strong wind, Phaethon used her body to face the magic of the dense air, and the circular light behind her burned into a blazing red circle. But in the end, she stopped.

Holding the Spear of the Sun God horizontally, with a circular light burning behind her, she stood in mid-air and confronted Fu Yuanshan.

"Interesting." Fu Yuanshan glanced at her, "I thought you were just Shangluo's follower. I didn't expect you to be so good."

"I'm also very surprised. Senior Fu has been hiding all this time? I've never seen you so strong before. I just received the data. You flew 31 times the speed of sound. This is a bit outrageous."

"People who cultivate immortality always have to hide something."

As he spoke, he reached behind his back and pulled out a Yongqing 36-year-old breech-loading rifle. This was designed at the dawn of the industrial age, and it has a history of nearly 200 years. The bullets it used were not even metal fixed bullets, but paper shells. A bayonet that was far larger than the standard size was inserted in the slot at the muzzle, and the entire gun was more than two meters long.

The weight of history emanated from the gun, but along with it came Fu Yuanshan's control over the gun. The huge rifle was held in his hand, balanced like a statue of a celestial king, without any sense of encumbrance.

This was a "serious" Fu Yuanshan that no one in Shangluo had ever seen. Because even in Shangluo, they had never seen him pull out a gun and put on a bayonet.

"excuse me."

Before he could finish his words, a bullet came in. There was no explosion or flame, just a silent bullet, but the speed was incredibly fast.

With a loud clang, Phaethon blocked the bullet with the Spear of Apollo. The bullet flew to the mountain beside it and flew out along the top of the mountain. Where the bullet passed, a red-hot groove was left. The soil and rocks were melted by the high temperature, and a hole was cut into the outline of the mountain. Fu Yuanshan did not speak, but fired the second, third, and fourth shots in succession.

The meteors shot out in all directions, hitting the surrounding mountaintops, mountain bodies, and even mountain streams. The bullets were extremely small but extremely fast. Even the specially made bullets could not withstand such an impact, and they exploded due to the pure high temperature after hitting. There was no smell of gunpowder, only the smell of blown-up soil in the air, mixed with the heat waves from the ignition of wood and stone.

Shot after shot, Fu Yuanshan gradually approached until he was a few steps in front of Phaethon.

Pointing the gun at Phaethon's forehead, he hesitated for a moment, then pulled the trigger - in fact, the firing of the bullet was completely a spell, and the gun was just his magic weapon. This was not surprising, as a monk who came from a Taoist background felt that the sword was more handy, but as a soldier, he felt that the gun was a more suitable weapon for him.

At such close range, the bullet was pushed out of the barrel by the storm. This was pure physical destruction. At this distance, Phaethon could observe the air being distorted by the high-speed rotation of the bullet.

She could also observe that the bullet was rubbing itself against itself just by spinning and moving forward in the air, turning it into a red-hot fireball. The terrible force was emitted from the barrel, showing its destructive power in the form of pure power. And this time, it was aimed only at Phaethon's forehead.

呲——

This time, she did not block, but reached out and grabbed the bullet directly. The contained momentum exploded in the form of a shock wave, creating a storm in the mountain. The red-hot bullet spun at high speed between her two fingers. At first, there was a sharp sound like a dental drill, but the sound soon disappeared as the bullet disintegrated. The bullet turned into a rolling red metal stream, and was held in Phaethon's hand and spun like an ordinary marble.

"?" Fu Yuanshan watched quietly as the bullet returned to calm.

When everything calmed down, the bullet had turned into a smooth sphere like a glass marble, which was formed by melting and then cooling again.

"Interesting, aren't you afraid of the heat?"

"Thank you for your concern." Phaethon loosened her hand and threw the smooth bullet to the ground. "As a demigod who inherited the power of the sun god, I am not afraid of heat."

As she spoke, she stretched out her right hand, clamped the crosshairs of the gun with both hands, and blocked the muzzle with her thumb.

Fu Yuanshan tried to pull out the gun, but it didn't move.

"Do you want to keep shooting?"

Without a moment's hesitation, Fu Yuanshan pulled the trigger directly - the force exploded directly inside the barrel. With the force of the explosion, Fu Yuanshan pulled back a distance, and then flew straight into the clouds in the sonic boom.

[Hello, hello? Can you hear me? How are things going over there? I just got through.]

"He seems to have left? But he also seems not to have left! He didn't leave!"

Phaethon instinctively dodged to the side, avoiding a heavy blow from the sky—

[It's a javelin! Or a dart! It's a tungsten alloy javelin! It's as long as a walking stick! ]

(End of this chapter)