The weapon was secured with a fixed strap near the waist, while the accompanying magic crystal apparatus had to be carried on the back.
Feeling the weight of the machine gun, Jiang Han found boundless courage swelling within her.
In many settings, the reason pistols and rifles could harm certain "surreal monsters" was partly because the plot demanded it, and partly because they fulfilled humanity's instinctive need for security.
Firearms—crystallizations of human wisdom, weapons used to harm and destroy one another.
They were humanity's sense of security.
"I'm ready."
Jiang Han turned her head.
Aside from Chu Yujun being a little sluggish, the other two had already equipped their weapons. They had also slipped the issued Fireball Spell pistols into their pockets. Since the technology for transmitting nightmare power was still immature, very few Fireball Spell rounds could be sent over, and each one transported incurred losses equivalent to nearly fifteen rounds. As a result, these pistols capable of casting Fireball Spell had only seven rounds of ammunition.
But in a world where firearms could solve the problem, a Fireball Spell was practically an RPG round. In a Resident Evil game, just four of them could destroy a BOW worth millions of dollars.
Though comparing it to a BOW used as a weapon for a head-on battle was a little insulting, a weapon this compact that could unleash the destructive force of seven rockets would definitely be far more useful in other kinds of combat than in a frontal confrontation.
"Can't Ningzhuang figure out a way to solve the weapon transmission problem?"
As she spoke, Jiang Han was the first to switch on the magic searchlight on her head.
It might look quite bright right now, but never place your hopes for "illumination" in somewhere that could be controlled by