From Baron to Lord

Facts have proven that whether it is power, range, or accuracy, they are all quite good.

Although the targets were two birds without much strength, Allen was still very satisfied.

"Your Majesty, these Black Nether Birds are creatures from the Source World, specializing in reconnaissance."

Harry explained to Allen, "Although these birds are not strong, they are numerous, and even if they are killed, their souls will transmit the information back to them."

"Isn't there any way to eliminate them?" Allen asked.

Although Allen didn't care whether the information had been leaked this time, intelligence is very important, and Allen couldn't allow his group to be constantly exposed under their noses.

"This is really impossible," Harry said with a wry smile to Allen.

"We've also thought of many ways, but none of them are very good. The battles of the Dukes of Purgatory were so difficult, and this is also a very important aspect."

Allen was somewhat unconvinced, and looking at some of the flesh and blood on the ground, he made up his mind to have those alchemists take a look at the situation later.

After a while, the passage finally reacted again.

It seemed that after receiving the information and knowing that Allen and the others were waiting in full battle array, those Source Species did not rush out rashly.

Instead, one by one, spheres emerged from the cave, and more and more, almost covering the entire area of the ground.

However, soon they began to jump non-stop, looking very spectacular in the desert.

Only then did Allen realize that those spheres were not inanimate objects, but living things.

Each of them was emerald green in color, about the size of a human head, with eyes and a nose, and soon discovered Allen and the others, pouncing towards them.

Harry softly introduced to Allen, "Those are Slimes, a low-level creature from the Source World, and there are quite a few of them."

"However, they are comparable to a warrior. There are at least tens of thousands of Slimes now. It seems they are being used as cannon fodder."

Sure enough, when those Slimes saw them, they came over aggressively, looking like a fierce battle was about to begin.

"Jackson, notify them, they can open fire," Allen said to Jackson beside him.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Jackson replied and hurried down to pass on the order.

Over the past month, Allen had also painstakingly cultivated many Golden Knights.

Not only did he specially build a Knight Training Camp for them, but also magic potions and elixirs were provided in abundance.

They did not disappoint Allen's expectations, and two knights did indeed break through to the Saint Realm this month.

Allen had them lead the Silver Wolf Knights and the Flying Dragon Knights respectively, while Jackson returned to Allen's side.

As for Cruise, he could only lead those ordinary soldiers.

However, Allen also felt a little sorry for him, so he let him manage the current one million musketeers.

The other two million troops were still being managed by some people on his behalf, otherwise, Cruise would definitely be driven crazy by those matters.

After all, although Allen has now accepted many talents from the Norton Kingdom, there are still many gaps.

Cruise has to manage everything, big and small, which has exhausted him.

Otherwise, Cruise had managed the hundreds of thousands of troops of the Atyas Empire, so managing one million would be easy.

Enough of the digression, at this time, with Allen's order being issued, suddenly, millions of soldiers, muskets fired immediately.

When Allen had the idea of making muskets, he started training those soldiers, specializing in musket training.

Now, there is no awkward situation where they don't know how to use them, or scare themselves.

In fact, this training is not too difficult, as long as they know how to use them, and get used to the huge sound and firelight.

After the muskets were made, Allen also had them conduct a lot of live ammunition training, and now most of them are very proficient in muskets.

Countless bullets turned into streams of light and shot towards those Slimes.

Although the accuracy is not very good, the quantity is there after all, and countless bullets combine into a network of firepower.

They sent out Slimes as cannon fodder, and Allen naturally would not let the turrets and submachine guns and heavy machine guns come out.

But even so, it is still amazing. . . . . . Asking for flowers.

Moreover, the loud noise of the bullets being fired, and the firelight from the muzzle, also frightened those Slimes, almost staying in place.

From time to time, a slime was hit by a bullet, and the entire body exploded, splashing green juice all over the ground, leaving only a thin layer of skin on the ground.

At the start of the war, they suffered heavy losses, but soon they reacted and began to rush over.

Since the desert is fully ten miles in range, there will be no situation where people on this side hit people on the other side.

Soon, as the Slimes approached, the accuracy of the soldiers became higher and higher.

Even many Dragonblood Warriors, because their physical fitness exceeded ordinary people, directly used rifles as sniper rifles, which was really one shot, one kill.

0 Before the Slimes approached, they had already eliminated them all.

Moreover, Allen was very insidious, deliberately making this desert into a big pit, the lowest in the center, and the higher the closer to the outside.

Moreover, Allen also set up a magic circle to completely consolidate the terrain, so that it would not be easily destroyed by others.

The desert was covered with the corpses of Slimes, which looked like there were tens of thousands, and there were still many Black Nether Birds flying in the sky, apparently those Source Creatures came to gather information.

However, those knights did not let them have a good time. Gunshots continued, and from time to time a Black Nether Bird fell from the sky, its soul coming out from a pile of flesh and blood.

"Your Majesty, what are all these weapons?"

Harry and the others looked at Allen, pointing to the soldiers on the battlefield, unable to believe it.

"This is the latest weapon of our Allen Kingdom, I call them muskets," Allen said proudly, looking at Harry.

Harry's eyes lit up immediately, "I wonder if Your Majesty..."

"Impossible, no need to say it," Allen naturally knew what Harry was up to, and immediately refused him before he could speak.

Not to mention that the muskets he produces himself are not enough for his own use, Allen would not do such a thing.

"I see," Although Harry was prepared, he was still somewhat disappointed.

With the end of the war, the desert fell into silence again.

After waiting for a long time, those guys did not continue to send out new troops. Several.

Chapter 479 End of the War, the Troublesome Old Fart

"It seems they won't continue to send people," Allen said somewhat relaxedly.

Harry also said with a smile: "They are not fools either. Knowing that Your Majesty is well prepared, sending as many people as possible now will only result in death. They won't come out until they think of a solution."

"However, Your Majesty, it's still best to be cautious," Harry kindly reminded Allen.

"It's alright, these look much weaker than the previous undead. The numbers are so small, and their power is completely lacking," Allen said, looking at the desert with a disdainful expression.

Harry was speechless. Allen comparing these guys to the previous undead was naturally out of the question.

Although he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Harry knew that those undead had swept across the nearby seas, causing the destruction of countless nations.

Even the Norton Kingdom, a kingdom that had existed for hundreds of years, was easily and utterly destroyed.

Not only were those undead fearless of death, but they all possessed the strength of Bronze Knights.

When the Norton Kingdom was destroyed, the entire Radiant Empire was shaken. His Majesty even mobilized several Dukes to quell the disaster.

Although it ended without any real danger, they were still scared out of their wits.

In the current Source World, although the Purgatory Duke hadn't revealed his full strength, from what they could see, he was still far inferior to those undead.

"Your Majesty, now that the matter is settled, we shall take our leave," Harry said to Allen, "These are some materials about the Source World, which the Duke asked me to give to Your Majesty, hoping they can be of assistance."

Harry handed Allen a thick book before departing with the mages.

Allen looked at the thick book in his hand, knowing that the Purgatory Duke was trying to curry favor with him. He was quite grateful, as this was a great help.

However, he wondered why the system hadn't issued a mission for such a major event as conquering the Source World. Did it think it was a trivial matter?

Allen thought with some frustration. Regardless, he took Jackson back to the palace.

Upon arriving at the palace, Allen summoned his ministers. Almost all the important figures of the Allen Kingdom came here.

However, this did not include Marco and Duke Will, those who had already been ennobled as Grand Dukes or Dukes.

It wasn't that they didn't care about this matter; they had sent people ahead of time, preparing to dispatch troops to help.

However, Allen had refused them, as the Undead War had just ended not long ago, and they were still recuperating.

Allen had already gathered all the elite troops under his command. They now had only new recruits, which wouldn't be of much help.

Moreover, the biggest problem for the Allen Kingdom now was the lack of firearms, far from enough to meet the demand.

Even with the three million soldiers under his command, it was unknown when they could all be equipped. Having too many people wasn't necessarily a good thing.

"Your Majesty, has the war already begun?" Baskerville looked at Allen.

"That's right," Allen nodded.

"Marquis Harry and the others have completed the construction of the altar for us today and have already summoned the passage. There was a great battle just today."

"In that case," Baskerville's expression was very solemn, "we must begin to summon the ten million reservists. Also, we can request other duchies to send troops to aid us…"

"Stop, stop, stop," Allen said hastily, looking at Baskerville.

"Baskerville, the situation isn't that critical yet. The Allen Kingdom's army can handle it."

"How can that be!" Baskerville looked incredulous and earnestly said, "Your Majesty, I've already heard that the other world Your Majesty is taking over is the Source World, which has even made the Purgatory Duke look disheveled."

"Although the strength of our Allen Kingdom is far inferior to that of the Purgatory Duke, even though what Your Majesty did was not right, now that the war has begun, we must try our best to find ways to persevere."

"First, summon the national forces, and then let other duchies come to our aid, so that we can last for a while."

"Finally, we can ask the Radiant Empire for assistance. The Radiant Empire will definitely not sit idly by…" Baskerville rambled on, giving Allen a headache. The other ministers were all Allen's confidants and had long believed in Allen's omnipotence, except for this Baskerville.

Perhaps because he was too old, he wasn't so easily brainwashed and still believed that the Allen Kingdom was in danger.

If Allen didn't see that Baskerville was also wholeheartedly thinking about the Allen Kingdom and that his abilities were indeed not bad, he would have told him to get lost long ago…

"Baskerville, have you forgotten that the Allen Kingdom also relied on turrets to resist the undead's attack before? This Source World isn't even as strong as the undead."

Baskerville was stunned, then looked disbelieving. "Your Majesty, that's different. Back then, the undead were along the entire coastal area, but now, the Allen Kingdom is resisting an other world with its own strength."

Baskerville had never seen the turrets with his own eyes, and he had never really believed in their power.

Allen was also helpless and stopped Baskerville when he saw that he was about to continue.

"Jackson, take Baskerville to see our Allen Kingdom's turrets and several types of firearms later. I believe he won't be like this then."

Jackson respectfully said, "Yes, Duke."

"Now, the Allen Kingdom has the strength to deal with the Source World. You don't need to worry."

Allen didn't want to say more, "Sparrow, you need to prepare those supplies and ensure there are no shortages."

"Yes."

"Also, Oliver, you are responsible for ensuring that the railway is always open and that those firearms and bullets are used in a timely manner. Also, those factories need to continue to increase production."

Although one million firearms were produced each month, this was because Allen had all the mages, alchemists, gnomes, and dwarves joining in.

As for those factories, they only produced 300,000 per month, and that was under extreme personnel overload.

Under these circumstances, production would definitely decrease next month.

Oliver also looked serious, "Guarantee to complete the mission."

After Allen gave his instructions, he had Jackson take Baskerville away, and he also came to the alchemy laboratory.

"Your Majesty."

Allen came here and saw that Boltzmann and the others looked listless, having not rested well for a long time.

Allen knew the reason and was a little embarrassed.

"Now that we have one million firearms, you can rest for a while."

"Yes, what? We can rest?"

Boltzmann and the others immediately looked up, revealing deep dark circles under their eyes, and were very pleasantly surprised.