"Everyone, line up! Aim! Mages, prepare the Break Magic Formula!"
There were two versions of Enchantment Magic being promoted and spread.
One was a version Leticia had modified herself.
The other was the version promoted by the Demon Race.
Many people were using the version promoted by the Demon Race. To stand against Olesian, the Demon Race had shared many of its technologies with virtually no reservations.
As a result, every mage had learned this Enchantment Magic.
Rogers tried to talk his way out of it, bringing up his identity. "I'm from the Rogers Family, a southern salt-merchant noble family. Do you people have a death wish?"
"Get back!"
"Quick, stop them!"
The dozens of guards around Rogers also readied themselves, intent on teaching these deluded rebels a lesson!
"A bunch of guys with guns, and you're not afraid we'll charge you?"
"Everyone, stand down!"
"Are you really planning to rebel?"
Joel drew his sword and shouted, "How else do you expect us to die for you?"
"You bully us in the rear."
"And then you want us to throw our lives away on the front lines!"
"I'm rebelling, damn it!"
"Everyone, fire!"
Line formations had become outdated once machine guns appeared and rates of fire increased. But with single-shot shotguns, they were still especially effective against a few dozen elite troops.
They didn't use Three-stage shooting. They fired a single volley.
Three hundred guns fired at once, some of them enchanted with magic.
Rogers's men tried to defend themselves, only to realize they had miscalculated. "Wait, why are there over a hundred mages in their ranks?"
All kinds of Break Magic Formulae came flying at them. Combined with the shotgun fire from the rear, a dense hail of bullets slammed into them.
The knights reacted quickly, using their swords