From Baron to Lord

艾伦 only equipped each of them with one armor-piercing bullet, not just because armor-piercing bullets were expensive and difficult to make.

Moreover, the muskets used by ordinary soldiers were not made of any precious materials, so their quality was naturally inferior to those of the knights.

This was unavoidable, considering the quantity involved. Moreover, this was only relative. In fact, using ordinary bullets alone, the musket could last for more than a decade.

However, those special armor-piercing bullets and explosive bullets were not only powerful but also more damaging to the musket.

If all the bullets were armor-piercing, the musket probably wouldn't last a year.

For ordinary enemies, ordinary bullets were sufficient.

Here, the warriors used their armor-piercing bullets, and the effect was indeed good.

Although they didn't have the power of the Silver Knights' bullets, they were enough to inflict fatal damage.

Those incredibly tall giant bulls couldn't withstand the armor-piercing bullets this time, and many holes appeared in their bodies.

Moreover, the black dark birds hiding in the shadows were all eliminated by the snipers.

Finally, a huge giant bull, covered in wounds, fell to the ground.

As if a chain reaction had started, the remaining ones also fell one after another.

In the end, there wasn't a single giant bull standing in the desert.

"These guys are really tough," Jackson muttered to himself.

The Golden Knights under his command hadn't taken action, only killing some black dark birds.

These trivial matters naturally didn't require him to take action personally. He seemed very relaxed, needing to do nothing but follow Allen.

"Yes, if any more powerful enemies appear, we'll need the Silver Snipers."

Now, the two major legions already had tens of thousands of Silver Knights. Although they were called snipers, when gathered together, they were a powerful force.

Next, without leaving those giant bulls behind, the desert once again burned with raging fire.

"Your Majesty, we used a lot of mental bullets in this battle, but we also managed to keep all those black dark birds down."

Jackson looked at Allen's face and said cautiously.

"It's okay, it's good to keep those damned birds down. I don't believe they can get much useful information now."

Allen waved his hand, appearing very happy. Jackson was relieved to see him like this.

"By the way, how many did we use in total?" Allen looked at Jackson.

"Your Majesty, we used eighty-five mental bullets," Jackson said with a smile.

Allen's smile immediately froze. "How many?" he asked, somewhat incredulously.

"Your Majesty, eighty-five," Jackson quickly replied.

"But we didn't waste a single bullet, and all hit their targets. After all, there were just too many black dark birds."

"It's okay," Allen forced himself to say, but his heart was still churning with emotions.

After all, it seemed like just a light number, but they were all money!

Each bullet was made of Philosopher's Stone, and the recipe for the Philosopher's Stone had long been lost.

Allen wasn't even sure if anyone else on the continent besides himself had the Philosopher's Stone.

Perhaps the Empire had stored some, after all, even Copperbeard and Red Steel had kept some Philosopher's Stones.

There were definitely more than one dwarven tribe on the continent, but there definitely wouldn't be too many.

Don't underestimate a palm-sized piece of Philosopher's Stone; if it were put up for auction, it could easily sell for billions.

This meant that tens of millions of gold coins were used in a single day!

Although Allen felt a pang of heartache, he still acted as if nothing was wrong when he saw Jackson's expression.

"It's okay, use them freely. If there are any more black dark birds, feel free to shoot them all down. If you run out of bullets, just come to me."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Jackson was happy and said with a smile.

However, in the Source World, there was no happy atmosphere like outside.

It was still that dark room, the only light source being the stones on the roof, emitting a dim yellow light.

However, the light wasn't strong, barely enough to see the furnishings in the room.

It was still that long table, but the number of people seemed to be less, and nothing else had changed.

"Illidan, my people have already lost hundreds today. How did your so-called probing go?" Bass asked Illidan angrily.

Illidan's face was very ugly. He ignored Bass and said coldly, "What are our casualties?"

Beside him, a black-clad man with a blank expression said in a low voice, "Lord, we have lost more than eighty black dark birds today."

Illidan's face immediately became even uglier when he heard this. "What is the combat situation of those giant bulls?"

Bass was about to get angry when he saw that Illidan was ignoring him, but he couldn't help but prick up his ears when he heard this.

The black-clad man shook his head. "I don't know. All the black dark birds were killed. All I know is that the giant bull tribe couldn't resist either."

Bass's face immediately turned black again. "I sent hundreds of my people to die under your command, and now you're telling me it's useless? I don't think you should be the marshal."

"The old marshal sacrificed himself to resist that damned Duke of the Abyss. Don't think that just because you are his disciple, we will obey you."

Illidan glanced at Bass. "Are you saying that His Majesty's decision was wrong?"

Bass quickly glanced at the man on the throne. "I didn't say that. I'm just saying that you have failed His Majesty's expectations."

“Then shut up, Robert Dickinson. Your Skyblue Serpent will go out tomorrow.”

In the following days, the Source World's attacks never ceased.

The Black Hellbirds were constantly dispatched, and the Golden Knights were equally relentless. Having received Allen's orders, they naturally went all out.

At the same time, the consumption rate of the Philosopher's Stone in Allen's hands was astonishing, and it had already used up a small half.

“Your Majesty, the mental bullets are almost used up again.” Jackson stepped forward and said. Allen's mouth twitched slightly, “I know.”

After Jackson spoke, he didn't say anything more. He knew the value of those mental bullets, but he couldn't do anything about it since the bullets were already used up.

Seeing that Allen knew, Jackson didn't dare to say more.

Soon, Allen came to the alchemy laboratory again.

“Your Majesty, are you going to make mental bullets again?” Boltzmann was very familiar with Allen, after all, Allen often came to make mental bullets these days. “Yes.” Allen nodded helplessly, “Boltzmann, haven't you come up with a good solution yet?” Boltzmann shook his head, “After all, it involves the mental aspect, unless it's a Saint Realm expert or Your Majesty who takes action.”.

Chapter 486 New Ideas for Mental Bullets

“Unless it's a Saint Realm expert or Your Majesty who takes action, those knights simply can't harm those Black Hellbirds.”

Allen was also helpless. He just wanted ordinary people to be able to harm those Black Hellbirds, just like a musket, and preferably like the mental bullets he could create now.

Naturally, Allen and the others wouldn't rely solely on those mental bullets these days, otherwise, even if it was just a small half, the entire Philosopher's Stone wouldn't be enough.

Almost all the Saint Realm experts like Jackson and Rexxar personally dealt with those Black Hellbirds, and the mental bullets only played a supporting role.

Moreover, Allen was thinking that when the time came to attack the Source World, those Saint Realm experts couldn't possibly take care of everything, and that's when the mental bullets could play a big role.

The place is not big now, and Saint Realm experts can still deal with it, but the Source World is so big, and the Allen Kingdom has so few Saint Realm experts. It's still better to have mental bullets.

Allen took out the Philosopher's Stone, looked at it, and saw that it was obviously smaller, and felt another pang of heartache.

“Boltzmann, how are the souls you collected? Can you make a Philosopher's Stone?” Allen thought of what Boltzmann had said before, that he had sent alchemists to collect souls first.

Boltzmann shook his head and took out a crystal-like ore, which contained some turbid gas, which made people dislike it.

“Your Majesty, please see, this is one of the soul samples we collected.”

“Why is the spiritual power so turbid?” Allen frowned, looking at Boltzmann.

Although he knew that the spiritual power of non-humans and dragons would be quite different, it was too exaggerated now, right? It was almost black.

The purest spiritual power is transparent and flawless, without a trace of impurities, but that is the spiritual power after purification.

However, almost no creature's spiritual power can reach that level. Even the most suitable humans and dragons are milky white.

The spiritual impurities of other creatures are even more numerous, and the colors are also mixed.

But Allen had never seen such black spiritual power before.

“Your Majesty, what has appeared these days are some low-level creatures with low intelligence, and their souls are originally the worst.”

“Although the souls of those Black Hellbirds are good, they are existences that must be destroyed. Moreover, those guys in the Source World only focus on exercising their bodies, and their souls are inherently worse than ours.”

“The quality of these souls is too poor to make a Philosopher's Stone. Perhaps it will be better when those intelligent creatures appear, like those humanoids.”

Looking at the crystal in his hand, Allen was thoughtful.

“Boltzmann, are you saying that mental bullets use the mental power in the Philosopher's Stone to destroy souls?” Allen looked at Boltzmann.

Although Boltzmann didn't know what Allen meant, he still nodded, “Your Majesty, yes.”

“Then these are also spiritual power.” Allen raised the crystal in his hand, “Since the quality is too low to make a Philosopher's Stone.”

“But our purpose is not the Philosopher's Stone in the first place. Can we use this spiritual power to directly make bullets?”

Allen realized that he had entered a dead end, and a flash of inspiration struck his mind.

And after hearing Allen's words, Boltzmann was stunned in place, his whole body trembling non-stop.

“So it can be like this, it can still be like this.” Boltzmann murmured to himself.

“Your Majesty, you are truly a genius.” Boltzmann suddenly looked up.

“Can it be done this way?” Allen was a little excited.

“Of course, we have been wrong all along. That's right, what we need is mental bullets, not the Philosopher's Stone.”

“These souls are indeed not enough for the Philosopher's Stone, but mental bullets do not necessarily require the purity of spiritual power.”

Boltzmann excitedly took out another crystal, “How many mental bullets can you make?” Allen looked at Boltzmann.

“There is not much spiritual power now, we can probably make three thousand bullets, but when there is more spiritual power collected, the quantity will definitely be no problem.”