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Chapter 132 The Last Madness

Duke was thinking about the feasibility of the matter in the carriage. The body of the mage here is as fragile as that of ordinary people, but when prepared, the combat effectiveness of a ninth-level mage is roughly equivalent to that of a fully armed light tank, with defense and The lethality will be much higher.

He suddenly killed Ingersoll. Egbert must have taken precautions, but Duke also wanted to verify the results of what he had learned these days.

The most time-consuming thing for a mage is daily meditation to accumulate mana and constantly temper his mental power. Because time is still short, Duke's mental power has not caught up yet, and it takes several months to simulate and complete all the spell models. After that, Duke gave up the path of elemental mage and turned all existing resources into combat power.

So Duke is now a genuine ninth-level mage, but he has been converted from an elemental mage to a melee mage.

Rough and manic use of magic to cleanse the body will undoubtedly cause a lot of irreparable trauma to the body. Even those in the Aslan Association dare not rashly switch from elemental mage to melee mage.

But Duke doesn't care. This body is not his. After his death, his soul will return to the earth. The most important thing is to use all the resources at hand to obtain more experimental data and knowledge.

Sure enough, when Duke arrived at the palace, the palace was already filled with soldiers and various magical devices.

"Duke, what do you want to do?"

San Carlos's high-end power has always been the weakest among the three countries. The other two countries have multiple ninth levels, and San Carlos only has two.

It wasn't until Duke reached the ninth level at an alarming rate that there was balance, but Duke now turned around and killed Ingersoll, leaving Egbert shocked and angry.

"Duke, are you crazy? You actually killed Ingersoll and he taught you?"

Duke looked towards the palace. It was said to be a palace, but it was similar to the Catherine Palace in Duke's previous life. It was a relatively large palace complex, and these high towers were not built for war in the first place. , and not surrounded by walls.

The soldiers lined up neatly in the square in front of the palace, with shields in front and spears behind. Everyone was wearing thick armor.

If this was the era of hot weapons, such a formation would be to queue up and shoot.

Duke now has no intention of playing with them and queuing up to kill them. He has given up on the wide range of elemental magic, and the magic power originally stored in his chest has been dispersed throughout his body.

He put the black dagger he got from the assassin into his cuff, stretched out his hand, and a large box floated up, and he followed Duke out of the carriage.

The servant wanted very much to leave, but Duke was in front of the carriage and he did not dare to move.

In this huge square, Duke faced thousands of people alone, but he was not at a disadvantage in terms of momentum.

"Duke, you killed Ingersoll with a sneak attack, but facing me, who is also a ninth-level mage, and tens of thousands of soldiers under my command, who are already prepared, you have no chance of winning."

After the initial rage, Egbert also regained some sense and warned Duke through amplification magic.

Duke has already killed Ingersoll, so he must kill Duke, because if Duke dares to kill Ingersoll suddenly at this time, he will dare to kill himself next time.

It's a pity that San Carlos only has a ninth-level mage left after this battle, and he will be a little timid when facing persecution from other countries.

Elemental mages are born for the battlefield. The role a ninth-level mage can play on the battlefield far exceeds that of a heavy cavalry regiment.

The sapphire on Duke's chest lit up. Because his mental power was a little weak, he now needed some media to use spells. He also turned on the amplification spell.

"As long as you put down your weapons now, I promise that after Egbert's death, you will all be promoted to one rank."

The soldier on the opposite side was unmoved, and Egbert laughed: "Duke, you want to instigate my soldiers in my country. You probably don't know how despised you are in this country.

No one in this country wants you to take my place except yourself. "

Duke nodded. Those who started a war would not be respected in any world. No one except those with vested interests in the war wanted the war to come.

"I'm just giving them a chance to live."

The soldiers became nervous after hearing Duke's words. Everyone knew the destructive power of a ninth-level mage. If Duke and Egbert used spells to fight, they would probably become cannon fodder.

Cannon fodder used to drain Duke's physical strength and magic power.

Fortunately, Duke did not choose to use magic to fight Egbert. Instead, he took out strange weapons one by one from the box behind him. This weapon had six long metal tubes connected to a one-meter-square size box.

This world relies too much on the power of magic. Ancient One has set various levels for them, but the human body itself is not a container of magic. Very few people can reach the level of ninth-level mage, which makes them always focus their efforts on In how the human body can accommodate more magic power, the development of external forces is ignored.

For example, firearms.

Although bullets propelled by magic power are not as powerful as bullets propelled by gunpowder, they can still penetrate steel within a range of more than ten meters.

The only flaw is that this weapon also needs to carry a lot of metal bullets. Magic energy itself is very easy to escape without mental control, so magic power itself cannot be used as bullets.

"I am more merciful, so I will give you one last chance. Put down your weapons now and you can live."

A carriage with such a large space to store ammunition is not enough to face at least this many soldiers. If someone really puts down their weapons, Duke will have a lot of strength left.

The soldier on the opposite side tightened his grip on his weapon.

Duke pulled the trigger.

Fighting long hands against short hands, fighting hot weapons against cold weapons, it's all a good job, Duke is willing to call it a unique skill.

Accompanied by the chug sound, the soldiers in the front row raised their shields. There were no heavy-armed soldiers guarding the imperial city. The shields in their hands were just a metal plate, which could withstand the hacking of ordinary soldiers, but it could not withstand the attacks of ordinary soldiers. It can't hold a bullet at such a close range.

And even if the bullet did not penetrate the shield, the huge impact caused by the bullet would make it difficult for these soldiers to continue to lift the shield.

Soon, a large number of the soldiers standing in front of Duke fell down. Duke kept advancing with magic guns, and these soldiers also kept retreating.

Even so, these soldiers still maintained a tight formation without any signs of disintegration.

Duke's ammunition quickly ran out, and shouts came from their ranks, "The Palace Mage Regiment is preparing to position the cavalry."

Rich magical elements condensed behind the team.

Upon seeing this, Duke threw away the magic firearm in his hand, took out a dagger and slashed the throats of the soldiers around him. The soldiers who were touched by the dagger had their blood drained and turned into dry corpses.

"Cavalry Charge"