I Created Scientific Magic Chapter 302

Chapter 302: Chapter 290 The times have changed, you fool!

“Protect the King!” “Kill these traitors!”

Within the Hadratar, Simmons, the captain of the palace guards, yelled at the top of his voice, ordering his men to rely on their shields to fend off the violent musket onslaught.

Tonight, most of the city's army had been deployed on missions, but the Bazzer family had also considered the possibility of failure and even of drawing the tiger away from the mountain; thus, the palace naturally couldn't be left entirely unprotected.

In addition to a contingent of the palace guards, there were several bishops and a dozen priests providing joint defense, so even with Ryder leading a larger force and using flintlock guns, for a time they were unable to break through.

It wasn't until a massive lightning pillar, bright enough to illuminate the capital, descended from the sky, that the balance of the situation was broken.

Ryder and his men were also startled, but thanks to prior instructions, they could vaguely guess what was happening.

However, the palace guards defending the palace inevitably fell into chaos, especially the priests and bishops assisting in the defense, for the lightning pillar from the sky didn't correspond to any Divine Arts they were aware of!

“Don't panic, that is Lord Anluoke punishing those traitors, God… is with us!” Simmons screamed until he was hoarse, barely managing to halt the chaos among the troops, but still couldn't prevent rows of soldiers from falling under gunfire and a barrage of bullets.

The one relief for Simmons was that after several volleys, the gunshots ceased.

Ryder and his men had run out of ammunition!

Having fought their way into the palace from the capital, engaging in multiple battles along the way, the small amount of ammunition they carried was exhausted. Everyone raised their muskets, ready to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

Simmons quickly realized this from their movements and immediately became excited. “Gentlemen, pull yourselves together, our chance to counterattack has come. Those devil's believers can no longer attack with their powerful sorcerous weapons, now is our time to seize victory!”

The palace guards, who had been forced to huddle behind their shield wall and suffer round after round of musket fire, now grimly clenched their long knives and pounced on the enemy crowd like hungry wolves.

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Simmons was no exception, and immediately set his sights on Ryder, who was in charge of commanding the group–eliminating the leader first would greatly demoralize the insurrectionists!

Wielding a heavy knight's sword, Simmons somehow managed to swing it with the nimbleness of a rapier, instantly slaying the two musketeers who had closed in on him.

As the captain of the palace guards, who had earned the deep trust of King Bazzer, though Simmons wasn't a noble knight with an excellent lineage, he had earned a Divine Blessing potion through his military exploits, possessing physical capabilities beyond those of ordinary people. Each time his sword fell, someone would inevitably scream and fall in a pool of blood.

“Stand back!” Ryder shouted loudly, stopping more people from coming up to protect him.

“You've got some nerve!” Simmons said, rather surprised as he flicked the blood off his blade, then a ferocious smile appeared on his lips. “But I'll be taking your life!”

The moment the words fell, Simmons was like a fierce gust of wind, covering a distance of tens of meters in just a few steps, swinging his heavy knight's sword at Ryder.

Yet, facing him, Ryder threw away his musket and instead drew a palm-sized, pitch-black pistol from his chain bag, pointing its dark muzzle at Simmons.

A chill suddenly surged from his feet to his heart. Having just witnessed the shooting of a flintlock gun, Simmons could of course guess that this thing was something similar.

But now, with the distance too close to evade, Simmons could only set his sword blade horizontally, shifting from offense to defense. Relying on his outstanding reaction speed, he could even easily block a hurrying crossbow bolt…

Even though the projectiles fired by this sinister wizard's device were much faster than those of a crossbow, he was confident he could block them!

The next moment, a gunshot suddenly rang out!

The expression on Simmons's face changed from solemn to horrified because what burst forth from the barrel was not a single bullet, but scores upon scores of them!

A barrage of bullets flew from the muzzle, then scattered in a conical spread. Within such a broad range of bullet coverage, Simmons couldn't manage even the most basic evasion. His left arm, shoulder, and waist were all pierced at the same moment by the hurtling lead bullets, which even blew them apart. They turned into countless fragments scattered across the ground…

Simmons's body fell to the ground like a withered leaf, his eyes filled with rage and unwillingness. This was not the death suited for a knight…

“The times have changed, fool!” Ryder shook his head; this was a masterpiece custom-made for him by the Alchemy Workshop.

It was originally meant to deal with those bishops in emergency situations. Since Simmons insisted on closing in, it was the perfect opportunity to test the gun on him!

Ryder put away the pistol and picked up the knight's sword from his adversary, skewering Simmons's battered corpse high into the air and shouting that their leader was dead, shattering the will of the guards to fight.

Meanwhile, inside the palace, the attendants and ministers were in disarray. The unceasing sounds of blades and gunfire from outside filled the air, yet King Basel remained seated on his throne, showing no intention to move.

“Your Majesty, Basel, those damned miner slaves will break in any minute. If we don't leave now, it will be too late,” a loyal attendant pleaded anxiously from his knees.

“No need, they are already at the doors,” said King Basel with an even tone. The moment he received the report that the palace was under attack, he already guessed that tonight's action against the wizards was just a trap.

They had walked right into it, like prey caught in a spider's web–struggling was simply in vain.

King Basel was well aware of this and had no intention of fleeing.

His lifespan was already at its end; death was just a matter of time…

Moreover, this was his kingdom, the land that the Bazzer family had ruled over for generations. He still needed to assess whether his foolish son was capable of reigning over the kingdom!

A tumultuous clamor grew louder and closer, accompanied by a swell of killing noises and footsteps, causing the entire palace to tremble slightly as if it were on the verge of collapse.

Moments later, all was quiet, and the palace doors were finally broken open.

Hattar was the first to step into the palace, still holding a bloodstained sword, while Lynn had no intention of stealing the spotlight and followed behind with Anthony.

King Basel's gaze swept over Anthony, lingered on Lynn for a long while, then turned to look at Hattar with a sigh. “If you had come into this hall alone tonight, I would have been very pleased, Hattar!”

Chapter end

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