Countless tentacles gathered into a huge arm, which stretched towards Schliemann who was dozens of meters away.
The tentacle was too large and the speed was not high. Schliemann had enough time to raise the homemade musket and pull the trigger.
A loud noise was accompanied by fire, and dozens of steel balls were sprayed out together with it.
These steel balls directly scattered the thick tentacles of the man, turning them into pieces of black rotten meat scattered on the ground.
The loud noise also alarmed the horses, who turned around and ran wildly regardless of their master's orders.
Schliemann shouted at Apton: "Try shooting a rocket!"
Ampton immediately did as he was told, ignited the prepared rocket, and shot it behind him.
This arrow hit the huge squirming tentacles, and the tentacles avoided it one after another, revealing the huge dark eye underneath.
Schliemann looked into those huge eyes for a moment, then quickly looked away.
It was an eye with a cross-shaped pupil. He had definitely seen it before. Schliemann was very sure of this.
It's the crow that sneaks into the captain's cabin, the same crow that always lands on the lookout!
Anger rose from his heart, and the nameless fire quickly controlled Schlieman's thinking. He looked at Apton who was preparing to shoot another arrow. In his eyes, Apton's figure kept changing, and finally became He looked like he was wearing a suit.
That was Schliemann's boss.
Originally, Schlieman could have rushed home for Christmas, but this annoying boss forced Schlieman to work overtime. While working overtime, Schlieman inexplicably touched a certain stone on the geological sample and came to this world inexplicably.
"If it weren't for you, would I have been trapped here for five years?"
The anger was like a gushing flame. Schliemann was completely unable to control it, and he did not want to continue to control it. He raised the gun, turned the barrel, and pointed it at Apton.
Apton's hair stood on end after he had just shot an arrow. He felt a great threat. He glanced at Schliemann and took a deep breath.
At this time, Schliemann's eyes had completely turned black, and he was tremblingly pointing his strange weapon at himself. He seemed to be still resisting, but there was no way that Apton would put his life in Schlieman's hands.
Throwing the bow, drawing the sword, and leaping up, all at once, at this moment, the huge sound accompanied by flames spurted out from the strange weapon in Schliemann's hand again.
The horse was hit and fell to the ground, its intestines, belly, and blood spilled everywhere.
Upton flipped in the air and swung two swords. One sword hit the back of the horse's neck, and the other sword was dodged by Schliemann's back.
The horse fell over and the two men rolled far away on the ground.
Ampton jumped off the horse by himself. He got up much faster than Schliemann who fell off the horse. The bright white sword struck Schlieman, but when he saw Schlieman's normal eyes that were in a trance, Finally, he stopped holding the sword in his hand.
"Ah...fuck, what's wrong?"
Upton stretched out his sword and pulled aside the thing in Schliemann's hand, and said, "I told you not to look into those eyes! If you are controlled, I will just chop you down."
"Damn it, why did the horse die?"
Schliemann glanced back, and saw that the descendant of the ancient god with rolled tentacles was still squirming towards this side. He quickly turned his head, got up and ran with Ampton.
"This thing is afraid of fire, think of a way quickly!"
"There is a way, but what should I do if I can't get close to this thing and can't look directly at it?"
"Don't you have a lot of clever ideas? Hurry up!"
"When did I have so many clever ideas? You, on the other hand, stared at me, so why weren't you affected?"
"Our royal family is the descendant of the Sun God, so of course we are not affected by this ghost!"
"Good guy, what else are you hiding that you haven't said!?"
The two people ran and bickered until an hour later, they arrived at the north gate of Antler City, panting like dogs.
A circle of people surrounded them, waiting for them to speak.
Schliemann wiped his mouth and handed the water bag to Ampton. Ampton lost the arrogance of the royal family and took the water bag and filled it.
"Find someone to dig a hole, make it wider..."
Do you have kerosene here? Kerosene? Get as much as you can, act quickly! "
Hank showed his talent for planning, and he made the personnel allocation and vehicle arrangements clear.
The tenant farmers dispersed, some went to dig holes outside the city, some went door to door to collect kerosene, some set up trucks to transport tools north, and some drove trucks to distribute empty barrels to people who went to collect kerosene.
The entire Antler City was fully operational under the leadership of the tenant farmer army. People spontaneously organized a series of tasks such as transportation. Even the few soldiers who were left there with their hands and feet tied began to clamor to dig holes.
The people on the wall were driven away by Hank. According to Apton's description, the descendants of the ancient gods could not look directly at them, lest they go crazy and attack their companions.
Only Schliemann and his party were left on the city wall watching the progress of digging the trap.
Although there was no vegetation and all the livestock were dead wherever the Son of the Ancient God went, fortunately it moved slowly and was still very far away from the North City Gate.
On the city wall, Schliemann looked at the heir of the ancient god whose shape was gradually visible in the telescope. He felt dazed for a while. He shook his head to keep himself awake.
Ampton took the telescope away from Schliemann and glanced at Schliemann.
"Look, you don't remember the lesson just now at all, do you?"
Schliemann exhaled, came down from the crenellation of the city wall, and sat directly on the ground next to him.
He was extremely tired now. He had run at least fifteen kilometers just now.
Ampton also squatted down, put the telescope aside, and sat on the ground.
He pointed at the homemade musket on Schliemann's waist and asked, "What is this?"
"Musket."
"Is it a cursed thing? Or is there some witchcraft attached to it?"
Schliemann handed the wooden handle to Apton, who took the musket in his hand and played with it.
"It's not a cursed thing, and it's not a witchcraft. I made it myself. The barrels must be pre-loaded with bullets. There are four barrels that can hold four rounds."
Realizing that something was wrong, Schliemann quickly reached for his neck. He took off the pendant and stuffed it into his leather bag with a bored look on his face.
"Did you do it? I never thought you had such ability..."
Ampton stared into the barrel of the gun carefully, but couldn't see anything in the black hole.
Schliemann quickly grabbed hold of Ampton's hands that were flailing around.
"Don't mess around. If something goes wrong, you will be killed."
Schliemann held the musket in his hand and thought for a while. The card had been revealed and he might as well play it out.
He broke open the barrel of the gun, took out one of the two remaining bullets and showed it to Apton.
"This is a bullet. Inside is a pile of steel projectiles and gunpowder, sealed with wax. Once activated, it will be shot out from here, forming a cone-shaped barrage..."
He spoke seriously, and Apton listened carefully. After listening to Schliemann's story, he asked a question that any ambitious person would ask.
"Can ordinary people use this thing?"
"This is for ordinary people."
"You can smash a horse's belly like you did today?"
Schliemann nodded, and Ampton mused.
"Can the armor be penetrated?"
Schliemann thought for a while and said, "I haven't tried it."
"Let's go, try it."
Schliemann rolled his eyes and stood up reluctantly as he was pulled by Apton.
