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"Shoot at a 35-degree angle!"

"Right! Right!"

"Quick, quick, don't let these bats get close to the ground troops!"

In the middle and high areas of the fortress, a powerful firepower network composed of more than forty six-barreled cannons was intercepting the Hellbats preparing to attack the ground troops.

"Hahahahahaha, this is what real men use!"

Clinton felt very happy this time, really happy.

But it's still not as reliable as a bow and arrow.

The high-speed rotating six-barreled cannon burst out with countless flames, and a steady stream of bullets poured into the dark cloud composed of hell bats.

"Hahahahahaha, hey?"

Clinton was halfway through enjoying himself when he suddenly found that his bullets were out of stock.

"what happened?"

Clinton lowered his head and saw the skeleton warrior responsible for replenishing ammunition for him looking into the distance with his mouth wide open.

Following the skeleton warrior's gaze, Clinton saw the Astartes warriors who were killing them.

"What a bunch of scary monsters."

Dong dong dong

Touching his nose, Clinton reached out and knocked on the skeleton warrior's head. The clear sound echoed in the skull warrior's head.

Hey, it feels okay.

Clinton retracted his hand as if nothing had happened, and then said to the skeleton warrior: "Reload."

"Huh? ...Yes, yes, I'm sorry, Mr. Clinton."

After hearing Clinton's words, some stunned skeleton warriors first thought about it, and then realized that they had not fulfilled their duties.

Then he hurriedly reloaded Clinton.

"Hey, hey, it's the other way around, pretending to be the other way around."

The speechless Clinton got down from the operating table and knocked on the helpless skeleton warrior. Clinton took out a lot of heavy bone explosive bombs from the ammunition box and loaded them on the six-barreled machine gun.

"Come on bats from hell!"

"With me, Clinton, how could you possibly attack the ground troops!!!"

Clinton adjusted his angle and direction and continued firing.

After the confused skeleton warrior watched Clinton, who was almost a marksman, quickly eliminate a large group of bats trying to break through the fire net, an idea came to his mind involuntarily.

"Mr. Clinton."

The skeleton warrior spoke cautiously: "Can I learn shooting skills from you?"

"Ok?"

The roar of the muzzle stopped and puffed out white smoke.

"You...want to learn shooting from me?"

At this time, Clinton felt very moved. This was the first time someone wanted to learn his shooting.

In an era when guns are popular, archers like him, even with special arrows, are sometimes not as good as those snipers.

Clinton sometimes lamented that the bow and arrow shooting skills his teacher taught him were disappearing.

At this moment, someone...no...skeleton wanted to learn.

It seems good to pass on your skills to this great empire.

This can be regarded as my contribution to the world.

There was a look of emotion in Clinton's eyes, but in order to avoid disappointing the empire, Clinton said to the skeleton warrior: "What I am best at is using a bow and arrow. Are you willing to learn it too?"

"I am willing."

The skeleton warrior nodded firmly. Even if he is not good at this, he is so good at it. What about bows and arrows?Isn’t it shocking?

If I can learn it, can I make my emperor pay attention and serve the empire better?

"Okay, hahahahahahahahahahahaha, so good!!!!"

Clinton laughed and said to the skeleton warrior, "What's your name?"

"I?"

The skeleton warrior said in a panic: "I, I don't have a name."

"Is that so? From now on, your name will be Simon?6?1 Hagrid! From now on, please call me teacher, and I will leave my archery skills to you!"

"Yes! Teacher Clinton!"

"Hahahahaha, okay, okay, let's see your teacher's strength next!"

Clinton seemed to regard the six-barreled machine gun in front of him as a giant bow and arrow, and began to explain the aiming techniques to Simon on the spot.

That is to say, Simon and Clinton's eyes are so good that the other person can't even tell where the bullet is going, let alone learn.

In June of the first year of the first millennium in the Age of the God-Emperor, Simon 6-1 Hagrid, the original soul of the Tracer Star, received the guidance of the human archer Clinton and officially embarked on his magnificent life to serve the Emperor. Emperor, for the empire, for the great Lord of the Undead!

——"History of the Divine Empire"

"For the sake of the Holy Emperor, for the sake of the great empire, devils, you are vulnerable!"

The Imperial Fists have always been like a rock in the waves. No matter how the devils attack them, under the protection of the Hellfire Armor and Void Shield system, the Imperial Fists never waver.

Just like their oath, they are the Emperor's toughest fist.

"Under the glory of the Emperor, your only salvation is death!"

The heavy feet crushed the struggling lemure, and the power sword and large bolt gun in his hands never stopped.

"damn it!"

Among the stone ruins, the few remaining high-level devils crawled out of the pile of stones in disgrace. Seeing the mighty Imperial Fist, the high-level devils were very angry and ordered the physically powerful medium-level devils to lead their younger brothers around them.

Hundreds of warriors holding hell swords, wearing simple but well-protected armor, with two wings on their backs, and flames wrapped around their bodies, the ferocious-looking flame devils howled and rushed towards the Imperial Fist.

"Heretic, die!"

When all the Imperial Fists saw the same tall flame devil charging towards them, they knew in their hearts that it was coming towards them.

They all lowered their centers of gravity, then exposed their tough shoulder armor, and also rushed towards the Flame Devil.

"Live up to Clayton's soul!"

These terrifying big men are like crazy giant beasts. Both the enemy and ourselves are equivalent to hundreds of giant beasts, plowing hundreds of traces into the chaotic battlefield.

“Damn damn it!!!!”

The high-level devil jumped up and down in anger, and the entire hell defense line was rushed to pieces.

Moreover, the Imperial Fist is already on the front line, so the Empire's defense line is still as stable as a mountain, but the hell side has become a mess.

"These damn muscle bastards!!!"

Although he was very annoyed, there was nothing he could do about it now. A high-level devil who looked like a powerful man really felt that his compatriots were a bit embarrassed, so he jumped out of the high-level devils.

His target is Clayton, the soul primarch of the Imperial Fists.

"You look quite powerful. If I kill you, it will definitely be a heavy blow to your morale!"

This devil's thoughts were very beautiful, but he did not expect that what he and even all the fire devils would face next was a powerful Astartes warrior with various undead combat skills and divine magic.

Rather than those silly Astartes who had power but didn't know how to use it.