Several mock Demon Clan targets stood on a distant hill, five kilometers away.
They were too far away to see clearly, but that was no problem: a large screen showed whether the shots hit.
Following the soldier's instructions, Warwick loaded a shell straight into the rear and closed the cover.
He supported the rear with one hand and cradled the underside of the barrel with the other, as though he were striking a bell.
He aimed at the target using the shell impact calculations from his AI Glasses.
"Sir, you're using it wrong. The recoil is too strong. You need to carry it on your back and attach the support frame!"
"Haha, it's fine! This little bit of recoil is nothing!"
Warwick laughed dismissively.
He could hardly wait!
The soldier looked helplessly at his squad leader, caught in a bind.
The squad leader shook his head.
"These are their weapons. Let them use them however they like. Get away, quick! He's about to fire!"
The soldier quickly retreated.
Warwick drew a deep breath and curled his thick finger around the trigger.
"Fire!"
Boom-!
Flames burst out.
An enormous jet of flame erupted from the barrel, and the entire cannon jolted violently.
The shell screamed out, tearing across the sky with a long trail of flame.
Warwick instantly felt a terrifying thrust.
Caught off guard, he was sent flying backward.
His feet plowed two deep furrows in the ground as he slid back more than two meters!
Kaboom-!
Five kilometers away, an earthshaking explosion rang out.
A fireball shot skyward, scattering fragments everywhere.
The target was blasted straight into powder.
Warwick steadied himself and looked down at the furrows beneath his feet.
The next second, he threw back his head and roared with laughter.
"Hahahaha! That felt great!!!"
His laughter shook