The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1708 480: Armed Allies of the Great Graveyard

The old chieftain's lament was not unfounded; indeed, Campbell had allied itself with the demons from Hell, though the Campbell people themselves were unaware of it.

Standing behind them was none other than the Demon King of Thunder County.

At this moment, the esteemed Lord Demon King was standing on the lawn of Andes Manor's backyard, laughing and conversing with his dear ally, smiling as he watched the Duke handle the new toy he had brought from "overseas."

Beside a long table, Edward held a firearm in his hand, inspecting it as if he were examining a telescope.

His face showed deep interest along with a subtle scrutiny, as if evaluating his ally's capabilities.

A few loyal Campbell guards stood at a distance, watching with a mix of awe and curiosity.

Much like Duke Edward, they were filled with curiosity about the legendary standardized weapons of the Colin Duchy.

The streamlined rifle appeared shorter and lighter than the flintlock guns currently equipped by the Campbell Duchy's forces. Its dark wood stock was polished smooth and warm, while the cold steel parts emitted a precise and dangerous sheen, resembling a work of art.

Its appearance was indeed impressive, much more elegant than the cumbersome flintlock guns in the armory. But, unfortunately, its barrel was too short, leaving it at a disadvantage in bayonet combat.

Against the Demon King Army, known for melee prowess, close quarters fighting was common, something the Campbell people also excelled at. As early as the mid-First Epoch, they were renowned across the Old Continent for their "Hired Square Spear Soldiers," until the time of the Isaac Dynasty when they became the finest gunners under Linte Isaac, unlocking the "gunpowder inheritance."

While a few soldiers silently evaluated it in their hearts, Edward too gave a similar assessment—

The ally's weapon seemed promising.

However, ultimately, one must consider the power and firing speed of a rifle. He hoped that Prince Colin brought more than just an empty display.

"...An interesting design. I never expected the Colin Duchy's production craftsmanship to be so advanced, crafting a weapon like an artwork." Edward smiled brightly as he lightly placed the rifle on the table.

Luo Yan chuckled lightly, speaking in a casual tone.

"Haha, Your Highness, this isn't just an artwork. Its power is not inferior to the mainstream weapons of the Imperial Army."

"Really? That is indeed something to look forward to." Edward's eyes indeed showed a hint of expectation, seemingly implying for a demonstration.

Luo Yan naturally noticed the anticipation, smiling as he stepped forward and picked up the rifle Edward had set down.

"Allow me to demonstrate for you, Your Highness."

As he spoke, he took a peculiar bullet from a leather ammunition box on a nearby table.

The bullet's tail was wrapped in paper, likely containing gunpowder, while the front was a sharp lead tip.

Under the interested gazes of Edward and the Campbell soldiers, the mage adeptly pulled a metal lever located at the rear of the chamber, revealing an empty cylindrical breech.

He then inserted the paper cartridge into it, then pushed the lever back into place with a "click," locking the chamber.

The entire action was as natural as breathing, executed so smoothly that everyone wore looks of surprise—the cumbersome loading process had been simplified to such a degree.

Compared to cleaning the breech with a ramrod, carefully pouring measured amounts of gunpowder, inserting the projectile, and then tamping it down—a series of laborious steps—this was like child's play!

"Simple, isn't it?"

Seeing Edward's interest, Luo Yan handed the rifle back to him with a relaxed smile on his face, "I'd like to leave the opportunity for a test shot to you. You'll fully feel its power from the recoil."

"Haha, then I wouldn't dare refuse."

Edward was clearly inclined, readily accepting the rifle from Mr. Colin.

Two servants quickly moved forward to set up a target at the other end of the lawn, approximately a hundred paces away from Edward.

Once the servants had left, Edward raised the rifle, squinting as he aimed at the target, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang—!"

The explosion of gunpowder broke the manor's tranquility.

For a Gold Level powerhouse, this recoil could at most flutter his collar, yet it still surprised Edward.

This power was not to be underestimated!

Meanwhile, a cloud of debris burst from the center of the distant target.

While Edward was amazed by the gun's power, the Campbell soldiers beside him were shocked by His Majesty's shooting skill, hitting near the bullseye with a single shot!

Even if their Duke was a Transcendent, hitting a target with a flintlock gun was no easy task. In their view, bullets behaved very randomly, unlike arrows, and required dense formations to generate sufficient firepower.

Edward clearly realized this—it wasn't just that the rifle's power was not inferior to the best flintlock guns in his army, its accuracy seemed quite exaggerated.

He considered it a coincidence, deciding to try again, imitating Prince Colin's actions by pulling back the metal lever to open the locked breech.