I Pioneered Scientific Magic-Chapter 268: Nord: The great commander uses the fire of purgatory to burn everything!

The sudden change in the situation left Raydell, Ham, and others stunned. They couldn't witness the scene of the valley being bombarded with gunfire, only hearing the continuous sounds of cannons. However, they had a clear view of the actions of the musketeers.

These individuals merely stood with long stick-like objects in their hands. With a small lever pressed on a ring, a burst of fire accompanied by a loud boom erupted. As a result, the fierce cavalrymen fell from their horses, one by one.

"Your Excellency Lynn, what kind of weapon is this? Is it the power of magic?" inquired Raydell, brimming with curiosity.

"No, I should say this is the power of technology!" Lynn replied with a smile.

"Technology?" Raydell paused, his expression puzzled.

"Yes!" Lynn nodded. "To put it simply, whether it's a musket or a cannon, ultimately, it's just throwing stones with greater force!"

On the side, Ham, who had been eavesdropping, found the explanation quite strange. He felt that this mysterious adult was surely joking. How could such terrifying weapons have anything to do with throwing stones?

Philip and the others also wore bewildered expressions, unable to refute Lynn's words. After all, what he said was not wrong. The principle behind a musket was to use the force generated by flames and explosions to throw projectiles!

"What do you make of this? Have you noticed anything?" Lynn adjusted his expression and asked.

"The number of musketeers is still a bit too low. If those cavalrymen hadn't retreated just now, it's quite possible they could have charged through..." Orlando pondered.

The effective firing range of matchlock guns was only about eighty to ninety meters. For cavalry, that was a matter of charging. If it weren't for the combined intimidation of cannons and muskets that scattered their courage, it might have caused significant casualties.

"The rate of fire is the biggest drawback of this thing. It would be great if we could load two or even three rounds at once!" Orlando sighed.

Philip shook his head. He thought the matchlock gun was already a perfect creation. If they could fire more shots, a skilled gunner would be more powerful than many wizard apprentices or even a first-circle wizard.

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"Don't panic. The followers of those evil gods won't be rampant for long. The great Lord of the Stars is watching us from the flaws in the divine realm. Those valiant souls who fought and died will gain eternal glory in the Lord's divine realm..."

On the other side of the battlefield, Duke Rickman shouted loudly, striving to maintain order within the army. However, his voice trembled slightly, clearly indicating that his inner state was not as calm as he appeared.

At this moment, Rickman was truly in a difficult situation.

Because this operation concerned the throne, when he assembled a large army to march south to suppress the rebellion, he did so with the mindset of using all his strength. Not only did he bring the personal guards of various nobles, but he also brought a cavalry unit of as many as two thousand men.

Such a force was more than enough not just to deal with a minor rebellion of mine slaves but even to serve as the main force to conquer a kingdom!

Who would have thought that among those ragged mine slaves, there suddenly emerged thousands of well-trained regular soldiers wielding peculiar weapons? They scattered his cavalry regiment, and wizards were involved, bombarding them with magic...

The fleeing cavalry finally managed to return to formation, but it came at the cost of nearly half of them being killed or injured.

Most died from the gunfire and cannon attacks, but many also fell due to being trampled or colliding during the chaos of retreat...

Seeing the plight of these men, Joyce broke out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, the reckless Johnson took the hit for him; otherwise, he'd be the one lying dead on the battlefield.

Yet before Joyce could even feel relieved, Rickman grabbed him by the collar, speaking fiercely, "Count Joyce, is this the mine slave rebellion you told me about?"

With so many wizards and a legion of thousands appearing in the Count's domain, mixed in with those rioting mine slaves, there was no way that Count Joyce, as the lord, could have been unaware!

Moreover, upon reflection, how could a few disorganized mine slaves have possibly expelled Count Joyce from his own territory? It was evident that the followers of those evil gods had provided assistance from behind!

In light of all this intelligence that Joyce hadn't mentioned, Rickman couldn't help but suspect whether he was a spy sent by the Second Prince. No wonder that Prince remained so composed, sitting securely on the throne, showing no signs of urgency.

Some nobles present there were itching to tear Joyce apart on the spot.

Facing the Duke's interrogation, Joyce found himself unable to speak. After all, he genuinely had no knowledge of the forces behind these mine slaves.

"Now is not the time for inquiries, Rickman. Let's find a way to end this battle first and settle matters later when we return..." spoke Archbishop Nord in a deep voice, as the priests behind him erected sturdy divine barriers, blocking the incoming artillery fire.

However, they clearly couldn't cover every part of the battlefield, only protecting a small central area.

The continuous bombardment distressed Nord. Could it be that these wizards' magic was limitless?

Angrily shoving Joyce away, Rickman calmed his emotions a bit before asking solemnly, "Bishop Nord, do you have a way to use divine arts to eliminate those wizards hiding in the valley?"

This was the key to resolving the situation!

As for the musketeers wielding strange weapons? After the initial shock, Rickman quickly noticed a flaw in these weapons: their effective range was less than a hundred meters.

Once the cavalry crossed this distance, their weapons couldn't penetrate the armor, and the musketeers would cease shooting.

With longbows having an effective range of about a hundred and thirty meters, they could exploit the advantage of long-range arrow attacks where the opponents couldn't retaliate.

Then, shield-bearing heavy infantry would advance slowly, attracting the attention of these people, while the remaining thousand-plus cavalrymen flanked from both sides, driving the mine slaves to compress the musketeers inside, disrupting their movements...

Rickman, seasoned in warfare, was undoubtedly sharp. After calming down, he quickly thought of a countermeasure. However, the most crucial issue was stopping these continuously flying spherical shells from the valley; otherwise, their archers wouldn't stand a chance.

Nord contemplated what divine arts might bridge several hundred meters while retaining enough power.

"We could beseech the great Lord to bring forth the Judgment Day, using the eternal fire of purgatory to burn everything, but... we need some time to seek the Lord's mercy!" Nord slowly spoke.

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