Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 706: Creo Meat Grinder and Ornithopter Debut
Ta da da. Ta da da.
Since all the soldiers have obtained Byron's "Fire Transmission", their bullets naturally carry the [Solar Storm] enchantment, and ordinary bullets produce a red tracer effect, forming hundreds of fire snakes.

The continuous roar of the machine guns turned into the sharp laughter of the god of death, reaping one clan soldier after another.

They were already chasing the natives, rushing forward very fast. Even as the people in front fell, those behind continued to come forward under the orders of their superiors.

They didn't realize that this short 1500-meter fire blockade line had turned into a no-go zone for life. Even if a few sharp-eyed soldiers spotted the danger, they had nowhere to escape.

Thousands of clansmen didn't even see the shadow of the enemy before they were mercilessly pierced through the body by the fire snakes.

Corpses were everywhere and blood flowed like a river. The thick smell of death attracted many monsters and evil spirits wandering on this land. The sun turned dim and scarlet, and gray mist rose up, adding more tragedy to the battlefield.

“The actual combat effect is good, almost as expected.

These two machine gun routes each have their own advantages and disadvantages and can be used in conjunction with each other.

Add them to the equipment list of the heavy combined battalion, or set up a separate machine gun battalion. Come up with a plan."

Byron made a casual remark while holding his whip, and naturally a group of people around him took notes in small notebooks and used all their intelligence and talents to improve the plan for him.

The Maxim machine gun is relatively light and has a stable rate of fire, but it needs to rely on a water cooling system to maintain the barrel temperature in high temperature environments, which to a certain extent limits its use in certain special environments.

It would be best to have a wizard apprentice or a cemetery sequence extraordinary person who can make ice and cool at any time.

The Gatling machine gun achieves continuous shooting through multi-barrel rotation, and the potential for increasing the rate of fire is very high.

If it is driven by an external small steam engine and operated by a highly mechanized soldier, it can reach 1200 rounds per minute. If it is equipped with a whale oil mechanic and a whale oil power furnace, it can theoretically reach 6000 rounds per minute.

Of course, despite the Gatling gun's amazing rate of fire, its structure is far more complex than the Maxim gun, making it more difficult to maintain and service. It is prone to overheating in high temperature environments, so it is not realistic for ordinary soldiers to carry it in field battles.

It would be best if you could also have a [Whale Oil Mechanic] accompanying you in combat.

After the aides and attendants came up with a plan, they immediately adjusted the fire team configuration and transmitted it back to the rear at the same time to adjust the teaching syllabus and subject ratios of various vocational colleges and military academies.

In the minds of senior management, every graduate is a valuable talent who can start working immediately after graduation, and school education and social practice must never be disconnected.

We must be responsible for the lives of our students and for the development of the entire country.

As for using old data from more than ten years ago in the classroom, it can only be said that there is a kind of beauty of brain stem missing.

Byron then focused his attention on two firing points in his own line.

Unlike other machine guns, they emit not red flames but blue flames, and their range is far beyond that of ordinary machine guns.

These two machine guns only occupied one corner each, but they covered almost two-thirds of the battlefield.

They are the first-level holy relic [The First Maxim] and the first-level holy relic [The First Gatling]!
"Maxim, the God of Equality; Gatlin, the God of Life and Death" are not nicknames that Byron gave to make fun of them, but they correspond to their extraordinary abilities.

【All beings are equal】：
"Any creature will die equally under its gun, cut by the chain of fire it shoots as high as the firing point, and no one can be an exception.

The soul of any target killed by it will be forever imprisoned in the machine gun, thereby opening up the connection between the individual and the corresponding collective subconscious, enhancing the lethality and accuracy against specific groups, and having its own ballistic correction.

As long as this first-level holy relic kills a large number of low-level followers, it is theoretically not difficult to kill the false gods on the same path.

When it achieved the title of 'the weapon that kills the most people in the world', the bullets carried the resentment of countless dead from various ethnic groups, and were enough to pierce the bodies of demigods and extinguish their divine fire!

Being able to allow demigods to be equal to mortals in peace and tranquility is the true equality of all beings."

All the bodies that were knocked to the ground by the Maxim rifle were already lying on the ground in tatters, waiting to be taxed by blood.

However, an illusory soul was sucked into the gun with a wailing sound, and then turned into a more powerful enchantment and hit the next clan member.

Then keep repeating this process.

[Rescue the dying and heal the wounded]:
"The Gatling gun was born out of the inventor's belief in reducing casualties among soldiers.

Enemies killed by it will be "resurrected" and get up again in the form of "zombies", holding the swords and guns they used in their lifetime to join their own camp and fight against their former comrades.

The target killed by the zombies will also become a new zombie within ten minutes, abandon the evil and join the good, "convert" to the muzzle of this weapon, and serve it like a god.

After a zombie is killed for the second time, it will be permanently dead and cannot be awakened again.

Like Maxim, the higher the kill count, the greater the power.

And a machine gun god will slowly emerge who is extremely kindhearted and cannot stand the existence of any enemy on the battlefield!"

"Ho ho. Ho ho."

A large group of Centaur Guards lying on the ground suddenly opened their gray eyes and opened their mouths to exhale a cold breath of decay.

One by one they got up from the ground again.

Amid the horrified gazes of his companions behind him, he pounced on them and bit their necks.

During this period, the two demigods' [Abundant Collection] and [Blood Beast Lair] had been competing with the machine gun for the ownership of the dead, and a considerable number of them were taken away by their authority, causing the effect of the holy relics to be significantly weakened.

Both the soul that was sucked into the Maxim gun and the resurrected zombies were much drier than normal.

Byron didn't care either. He looked at the formation of the Families in the distance and smiled coldly:
"Eat, eat, eat more.

Since Lucifer has put all his fortune on the line, let's have some fun.

My agents will fight to the last minute!"

In this round of confrontation, he only sent out a few hundred machine gun fire teams, and the main force was still the local indigenous warriors who were as strange-looking as their tribesmen and were called "orcs".

The orcs in the totem tribe are extraordinary bloodlines born from the union of Quechua people and various beast totem gods. The concept of "reproductive isolation" has been humiliated by them again and again.

This is not an acquired change brought about by practicing some kind of bloodline scripture, which cannot be controlled at will, but it is innate and will always be like this.

Although they stood together with the First British Empire because they did not want to be eaten by the old gods.

But whether they are more human or clan-like in nature, even Byron, the "Father of Monsters", cannot tell.

Anyway, while the Golden Rule penetrated the collective subconscious of the Taino and Quechua people, it failed to connect these thousands of totemic tribes together.

Therefore, when humans completed their unification and there were no longer any geographical barriers between the continents, how to deal with these alien species that were so different from purebred humans became a rather tricky problem.

What are 97 genders? There are more than 970 cat people, shark people, and frog people here.
In Byron's opinion, they are even more troublesome than the Dark Iron Tribe, and if they are not careful they will contaminate the genetic code of all mankind.

So his approach was simple, just like what he said to Atahualpa last time when we discussed the imperial system:
"We will not stop until all the countries in the region are destroyed and the locals are mostly dead or have fled to other places. Then we will directly immigrate and take over the land."

At most, we can send out storm angels to lead their souls to the Flower Mountain Heaven and set aside a place for them to spend the rest of their lives in peace.

On the side of the old gods, the front-line commander received an order to break through the enemy's defenses, fight his way out of the Creo Plain, and turn the many totem god tribes behind him into sacrifices.

Before today, neither side was very clear about what tactics should be used to apply or deal with new weapons, and could only rely on the past experience of linear tactics and platoon shooting.

Until new orders are issued, the clan will strictly follow Lucifer's previous orders.

"I don't believe there is any weapon that can fire continuously. As long as there is a gap in the firepower on the battle line, it may be penetrated. No one can compete with the inhuman clan in hand-to-hand combat.

If ten thousand people are not enough, then use twenty thousand. If twenty thousand are not enough, then use thirty thousand. Sooner or later, we will be able to overwhelm them.

The gods are watching you, rush over!"

This time, the elite Centaur Guards were withdrawn and replaced with a large number of servant troops composed of evil spirits, monsters, demons, and low-level clans.

The clan's black magic cast a berserker spell on them, and each of them suddenly swelled in size, their eyes turned red, and they charged forward while screaming strangely.

Even when the front row fell like weeds, there was no fear in the back row.

Those clansmen whose minds were completely controlled by their own gods shouted with piety:

"My Lord, protect me!"

With his invincible and invulnerable arrogance, he was cut into two by the fire snake.

The world as a whole is still a material world. Although spirit has a powerful reaction on matter, low-level clans are obviously unable to do this.

After occupying the first line of defense, the clans in the rear immediately deployed artillery units, pushing up a bunch of field smoothbore cannons weighing several tons and a small number of alchemical artillery.

"Boom boom" sounds were heard one after another, providing heavy firepower support to the charging troops.

Another part of the monsters were urgently transformed into animal-powered artillery, imitating the original biological warships, using strong muscles to eject shells, parasites, venom, and germs. Byron's firepower team strictly followed his instructions, and the machine gun fire line coincided with the longitudinal axis of the enemy formation, launching longitudinal fire, or using cross fire to block any blind spots of the charge.

Most of them are "soldiers" whose body mechanical modification degree exceeds 50%, and solid artillery shells that are one era behind have limited lethality to them.

Even if there were clansmen rushing over under the cover of artillery fire, there were also "orc" warriors from the totem god tribe who stepped forward to resist.

"Kill Kill Kill"

The two sides fought for this narrow front, every inch of land was soaked in blood, and this Creole plain became a veritable tragic "meat grinder".

"Slurp...Slurp" the strange sound in the dark never stopped.

Except for those who fell under the guns of the two holy relics, the rest of the dead soldiers on both sides were recovered by [Abundant Collection] and reshaped in [Life Editing, Blood Beast Lair].

They grew fangs, huge horns, sharp claws, and sturdy scales, becoming mass-produced "carbon-based" war machines that went against the rules of evolution and even ignored their lifespan, living only one day at most.

The largest of these are the large hammer-headed dragons, which are heavily armored and advance cautiously.

Then it was thrown onto the battlefield again.

It was smashed to pieces by Maxim and Gatling, some of it turned into "gun-bound spirits", some of it turned into "zombies", and the last part was sucked dry into ashes and returned to the blood beast's nest in the rear to continue its transformation.

It’s just that each time the monsters created become more and more chaotic and deformed.

As for the indigenous warriors of various tribes who were killed by them, they were attracted by the compatibility between [Dragon Mother of a Hundred Heads] Tiamat and [Serpent of a Thousand Faces] Hydra, and gradually completed the power essence of the two old gods.

Back then, the [Funeral God] Demon Rat Gris had to kill tens of millions of mortals to ascend to heaven in one step, dominating an entire era. The two old gods had already ignited the divine fire, and even set up their own schools to become seventh-level true gods.

It would not require such a huge consumption to restore the demigod-level power now. It would be enough for the two old gods to eat tens or even hundreds of millions of people at most.

As a result, on the first day of the war alone, 6 family members fell in front of machine gun positions, and many of them died more than once.

On the second, third, and fourth days, at least tens of thousands of soldiers from both sides were killed.

The clans also gradually abandoned the human wave tactics and instead used the skirmish line tactics that they had gradually explored. The soldiers charged in a dispersed manner with an interval of at least five or six steps, focusing on artillery cover.

Garrison troops from other cities in the Solomon Empire also arrived in waves and were added to the battle line. The number of troops deployed by the clan alone exceeded one million!
Byron also pulled over a part of the reorganized army of the First Empire, and divided them into divisions of 18,000 people, stationed them on the front line in batches and took turns training.

Various whale oil heavy artillery also took turns to be deployed on several high grounds more than ten kilometers away from the battlefield, firing continuously at the clan positions.

More than a dozen artillery battalions fired at least 80,000 shells a day. The powerful whale oil shells were more powerful than the enemy's solid bullets, and the east coast was shaking.

After this "Clio meat grinder" had been running like crazy for a month, the original positions were completely changed and the number of casualties rapidly jumped to an astonishing hundreds of thousands.

The killing efficiency of war machines has never been as high as it is today.

at the same time.

Most of the weird and evil spirits that had accumulated in the Beast Paradise for thousands of years were also attracted to the tragic battlefield that was like a meat grinder, and were also ground into pieces on this battle line that was already soaked in blood and had more ashes than soil.

In addition to having become a hell, there is even a vague hint of a "Creol Meat Grinder Secret Realm" that is about to form, where anyone entering will be forced to join one camp's battle line. The entire Beast Park has become countless times cleaner and safer.

Aside from the "earthbound spirits" that really couldn't be moved, the safety level was close to that of the Bantaan Islands, which inadvertently laid the foundation for the further development of this vast land.

Until the second month of the war, the end of April 1474.

“Your Majesty, the indigenous tribes have suffered heavy casualties and have reached their limit.

On the other hand, the monsters created by the Families are still endless and becoming more and more weird. Should we also change our tactics and send a large number of Royal Army to directly participate in the war?"

At the front-line staff, a deputy chief of staff who was born in the Iris Kingdom, submitted his battle plan to Byron.

Although Byron believed that under his leadership, the concept of nations among humans would gradually disappear in a few generations and human ethnic groups would eventually achieve integration, it is obviously not possible now.

So just like taking the interests of all parties into consideration when enthroning the Duke of Night Demon, the Privy Council also selected some of the elites from various countries after strict political review to enter various departments of the First Empire on which the Sun Never Sets.

This deputy chief of staff was my aunt Meganella's husband, and my cousin Jacqueline's father, Count Torredo. He escaped the disaster because he did not attend the Red Wedding.

However, unlike his wife and daughter who became gods and gained immortality due to their close blood relationship with the emperor, he is still a mediocre fourth-order heroic knight.

Byron raised his eyebrows and gave this cheap "uncle" a meaningful look:
"The monsters are becoming more and more bizarre, simply because there has been no new 'war offerings' for a week, and the nutrients in the closed system are running low.

As entropy increases, the degree of chaos naturally becomes stronger.

So, it was not the indigenous tribes that reached their limits, but both sides of the war reached their limits.

What? Your Excellency, do you want to take the initiative to deliver sacrifices to your clan to keep them in balance?"

Hearing Byron's heart-piercing words, the latter's cold sweat immediately soaked his military uniform and he quickly lowered his head:

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Byron stared at Count Torredo for a while, and his dignified face suddenly relaxed. He patted his shoulder and comforted him:
“Just kidding, don’t be nervous.

My aunt told me that she would come to see you in the afternoon. You must be tired after being on the front line for so long. It would be a good opportunity for you to take a few days off while your aunt is here.

But you are right about one thing, the time has indeed come, and I will consider your suggestion as appropriate."

The latter dared not say a word and quickly handed over his work and fled from the staff headquarters.

Byron continued to stare at his back until he disappeared, then he looked away and murmured:
“Lucifer has learned a lot, and he has come to my side so quickly.

It turns out that every evil god is an expert at playing with people's hearts."

Obviously, he was not joking just now, and there was indeed something wrong with this cheap "uncle".

One of the core powers of Arrogant Morning Star Lucifer is corruption, which makes it easier for him to create traitors than Byron.

Moreover, his methods are extremely sophisticated. He does not use power to distort people's cognition, but instead guides people step by step and stimulates their deepest desires. Even the Pope can be tempted to fall, and ordinary people cannot resist it at all.

"Human nature" is something that is always changing, and it is too easy to get out of balance.

There is a famous saying: "Poverty does not lead to crime, but relative poverty does."

The crime rate is low where everyone is poor, and the crime rate is also low where everyone is rich. However, where the poor and the rich live together, the crime rate will rise sharply!

Happiness does not lie in how much a person has obtained, but in how much more he has obtained than those around him. Of course, troubles also come from this.

Seeing his wife and daughter successfully ascend to godhood, how could Count Toredor, a fourth-level hero who could not see the way forward, not be jealous? It was only natural that he was bewitched and took risks.

The thorns that have been dug up during this period are far more than just Earl Torredo, but the others do not have as high a status as him, nor do they have as close a relationship with the Lancaster royal family as he does.

Lucifer's plan cannot be considered a stupid move.

If it were an ordinary demigod, he would never be able to detect the abnormality of these traitors.

But outsiders did not know that Byron had obtained "limited omniscience" and the status of [Alaya]. Under this double observation, the traitor could not hide any secrets at all.

The intelligence chief standing beside Byron, the Night Demon Duke [Shadow Guard] Guts, leaned slightly towards his master and made a throat-slitting gesture with his index finger.

But Byron raised his hand to stop him:

"Need not.

Find an opportunity to leak to him the news that the main force of the empire will reinforce tomorrow, so that the clan can gather together to prepare for the war.

You can also train this nail a little bit in your daily life so that he can master more secrets.

Lucifer learned from me how to use spies, and I also learned from Lucifer the concept that there is no need to rush to achieve immortality. It can be laid out slowly over a decade or even dozens of years.

It's nothing more than a casual move. If it's useful, that's the best. If it's not, it won't waste much resources."

Byron did not take his cheap uncle's betrayal to heart.

Once the clans are driven into the sea, the two sides will switch from a hot war to a covert war. This kind of thing will probably become the norm, and we'll just get used to it.

The next day, when Lucifer received intelligence from multiple channels in a timely manner, he withdrew his troops in advance to prepare for the decisive battle and sent the three old gods back to their thrones.

However, they were shocked to find that the human side did have reinforcements, but they were not the Empire's light infantry holding rifles, but a swarm of flapping-wing aircraft that covered the sky!

(End of this chapter)