Gatling Machine Gun Slaughters Wind Wolves

"Walk, walk, walk, let's hold our little hands! Walk, walk, walk, let's go together..."

On the bus, a sturdy youth with dark skin looked out the window, shouting excitedly, completely oblivious to the darkening expressions of the people around him.

"Ende, can you please shut your mouth!"

Beside him, a silver-haired girl couldn't help but shout, suppressing the urge to punch him twice.

"But, this is our first time going out on a bus! We've never seen such a magical thing back home."

The youth called Ende didn't care at all and continued to speak excitedly.

Although they were all young masters and princesses in their respective homes, the vehicles they usually rode were mostly carriages or those pulled by powerful magical beasts.

In the Material Plane, ordinary people basically rely on walking or riding carriages for transportation.

Those with greater strength might ride leopard-like magical beasts or use some magical beasts to pull carts.

In this regard, even the emperor is no exception; of course, the emperor usually has some flying magical beasts by his side.

In the Coiling Dragon world, cultivation is the mainstream, and technological products and entertainment items are still very scarce in the Material Plane, so these young masters are very interested in novel things.

There are some means of transportation in the Divine Plane, such as Metal Lifeforms, but those are things that people in the Material Plane cannot even imagine.

"These kids are really lively!"

In the driver's cabin of the bus, Adkins couldn't help but remark.

Of course, he wasn't the driver; he was just a leader sitting in the cabin.

The cabin wasn't a cramped little space, but rather equipped with proper resting facilities.

At this moment, Adkins and Bernas were sitting on the sofa, while the driver nearby drove alone.

"The young master was actually like this back then, cheerful and lively!"

The old man Bernas beside him spoke with gratification, his tone sounding a bit nostalgic.

"I wasn't that naughty! Grandpa Bernas, don't talk nonsense, you'll ruin my image."

Adkins rolled his eyes and couldn't help but retort.

"I'm just reminiscing about the past. Besides, when the car was first built, your expression, young master, was also very shocked, just like these children."

Bernas didn't mind Adkins' attitude and couldn't help but laugh.

"Isn't that obvious? I never imagined that Lord Huosi could design such a peculiar item."

Adkins spoke with some admiration, then glanced at the driver.

The driver acted as if he hadn't heard anything and just kept driving. As a subordinate, he knew very well that it was better to pretend not to hear the leaders' business.

It was fine for the two of them to tease each other, but if he, a driver, dared to meddle in their conversation, the outcome probably wouldn't be very good.

Seeing that the driver was sensible, Adkins curled his lips and didn't say anything more.

In fact, for this trial, it stood to reason that there was no need for people of Adkins and Bernas's level to provide protection; they both had their own things to do.

Moreover, they were just a few students, and they had teachers accompanying them; there was no need for Saint Realm experts to intervene.

However, this was the first practical application of the Gatling, and as the main developer, Adkins wanted to observe it at close range.

Although these mechanical creations were of no use to an expert of his level, he was still interested in some of the underlying principles.

Just as the old saying goes, even the most delicious meal cannot do without the cheapest refined salt.

Thus, Adkins followed along, and Bernas just happened to have nothing to do, so he came along as well.

"These little brats, quite a few of them are children of the Empire's great nobles, as well as descendants of major merchant guilds. We will need them to send us money in the future!"

Adkins scanned the youths in the back while thinking about future developments.

In the past, Adkins didn't care about money. As a former noble, money was just a number to him.

As long as he wanted, buying anything was just a matter of a single word; he had never thought about what money was useful for.

Even during those years of fleeing, they didn't actually lack money. The wealth accumulated by the family over many years, just a little bit brought along during the escape, was enough to squander.

Of course, having money is one thing, but as a fugitive, not being able to appear in public to make large-scale purchases is another, regardless of how much money one has.

However, the Lord had said that money can sometimes exert power no less than force.

Although Adkins didn't quite understand it yet, he had always unconditionally supported Lord Huosi's decisions.

So over the years, the Research Department had developed many products to give to the students for free.

These included, but were not limited to, new types of food, drinks, cars for transportation, and many exquisite decorations.

These planted seeds in their hearts, which would inevitably become money-making projects in the commercial field in the future.

"My Lord, we have reached the outer core area of the forest."

The driver's reminder interrupted Adkins' thoughts. Adkins nodded slightly and then looked toward the back.

Through the glass, a lead teacher stood up quickly and spoke in a serious tone:

"Listen up, brats. This is your first trial. Next, what you are about to face are real magical beasts."

"Although the teachers will follow behind, we will only intervene in the face of a true life-or-death crisis."

"If you aren't careful, you're going to suffer. You are all the most outstanding students in the academy; remember not to embarrass the school, and don't embarrass yourselves!"

"Alright, prepare for combat now!"

"Yes!"

The students responded in unison; they had rehearsed similar drills countless times.

"Then, disembark and begin the operation!"

As the teacher's voice fell, the students, each wearing green camouflage uniforms and holding their AK47s, stepped down one by one.

The last few students carried the Gatling machine gun, following behind the main group.

"So this is the Dragon God Forest? It doesn't look like much! And where are the magical beasts?"

The burly youth Ende was the first to rush off the transport, scanning his surroundings quickly and muttering with a tone of disappointment.

"Ende, don't run around randomly. Spread out according to the training formation!"

A steady-looking youth with squinted eyes spoke up to remind him.

"Got it, Charles!"

Ende curled his lip but didn't say anything more. As the class monitor, Charles held a lot of prestige, and he usually respected Charles's authority.

"Everyone, listen to my command. Observation team, use the wind-element magic Float to ascend, then use binoculars to observe the surroundings!"

"Defense team, spread out and ensure there are no blind spots for a surprise attack by magical beasts."

"Logistics team, prepare to set up the cart and the Gatling. We must ensure our firepower is sufficient!"

Following the string of commands, the students quickly moved in an orderly fashion, looking like a well-trained army.

Not far away, the teacher observing from the shadows nodded secretly. These children's daily training was up to standard; under the class monitor's command, they had quickly begun to perform their respective duties.

"Report, Wind Wolves discovered one thousand meters to the southwest. Quantity: fifteen. The leader is level seven."

The crisp voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

Among magical beast packs, Wind Wolves were quite powerful. A slightly stronger pack might even have a level eight leader. Moreover, because Wind Wolves were so agile, even level eight warriors were unwilling to fight them.

Of course, Wind Wolves were also one of the best targets for many warriors during their training.

"Everyone, prepare for combat!"

Accompanied by the shout of the class monitor Charles, everyone performed their duties, beginning to tighten their defensive lines to form a position, waiting silently for the enemy to arrive.

It was unknown how much time had passed when two ghostly green eyes first appeared at the edge of the thorns, and a Wind Wolf gradually revealed its true form.

"Come on, you beasts!"

Ende, at the very front of the battle line, cursed angrily and aimed his AK47 forward.

"Da-da-da-da-da!"

Tongues of fire poured out from the muzzle, rushing toward the two wolves in front. Accompanied by a miserable howl, blood stained the grass.

"Damn, is this thing really this powerful? And this is a level five magical beast!"

Ende wiped the sweat from his forehead, muttering with lingering fear.

Although they had all trained with firearms, this was the first time they had intuitively felt their power. It was no less impressive than level five magic, and it didn't consume any mana.

These common Wind Wolves, despite being only level five magical beasts, would still take a level five mage some time to kill.

After all, a level five mage could not cast level five magic instantly; they had to create distance to prepare their magical attacks.

"Awoo-awoo-awoo!"

Accompanied by a chorus of howls, one Wind Wolf after another circled their leader and rapidly approached the group.

The two companions who had just died did not scare them; instead, it ignited their ferocity, their eyes becoming filled with killing intent.

"Come on, you beasts!"

Ende showed no fear as he continued to fire tongues of flame at the wolf pack, looking as if he intended to wipe them all out by himself.

However, Wind Wolves possessed a certain level of intelligence. After a brief silence, the many wolves began to move rapidly from multiple directions, quickly scattering to dodge the attacks.

Of course, that was not the most terrifying part. The most terrifying thing was that the leader Wind Wolf was charging straight at Ende, and the firepower seemed unable to cause it any damage.

"The defense of this thing is truly terrifying!"

Ende watched as the bullets were continuously deflected, unable to stop his brows from furrowing tightly.

"Ende, fall back!"

"Got it."

As Charles's voice arrived, Ende thought to himself that the defense of a level seven magical beast was indeed different, and he retreated rapidly.

"Gatling team, prepare! Target: the Wind Wolf leader!"

Class monitor Charles stared ahead while shouting.

Ten steps, five steps, one step.

"Fire!"

"Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!"

In the next second, the Wind Wolf leader suddenly felt a jolt of palpitations and instinctively wanted to retreat.

However, it was already too late; three Gatling machine guns began their barrage.

What on earth is a Gatling machine gun? Why is it so powerful when used by a level one warrior?

In the final moment of its life, the Wind Wolf leader couldn't help but think this.

It could not understand how this group of people, whose strongest member only possessed the aura of a level five, could possibly take its life.

Especially those few using the Gatling machine guns—they were clearly only level one, yet they were actually able to end its existence.

However, it would never have the chance to understand, for it had already felt the call of the Underworld, and then, its last shred of consciousness dissipated.