At 25 tis the speed of sound!
At the mont the bullet burst from the chamber, the AI had already calculated its velocity. Magic and technology combined, unleashing unimaginable power, elevating the electromagnetic railgun's might to new heights!
The instant sonic boom shattered the tiles and earthen walls of the surrounding buildings. Folra, Pearce, and those nearby were knocked down, hands clamped over their ears...
In the sky, a dazzling streak collided with the palm that obscured it. The solid tal bullet, heated to a searing crimson, bore magical runes—dispelling, sharp, unyielding—engraved across its surface.
It was as if a pebble collided with a towering mountain. Yet the outco was entirely reversed. At the mont of contact, the palm seed like paper, offering no resistance, easily pierced by the crimson streak. Its target: the projection of the god's brow!
Sensing the threat of this weapon, an endless light surged from the godly form.
From the railgun's starting point to the god's brow, a re 700 ters. For a projectile moving at 25 tis the speed of sound, a re 0.08 seconds were needed! Yet this distance beca infinitely prolonged. The railgun's speed visibly decayed: from 25 tis to 20, then 15, finally dropping to 9 tis the speed of sound!
Having studied field distortion, Lynn understood. It wasn't the railgun's speed diminishing; rather, space and ti were distorted at this mont! The slowdown was but an outward manifestation of this distortion!
However, even so, the terrifying power of the railgun easily shattered the barrier constructed by the divine light, piercing straight through the shell of the godly projection.
The only difference was a fraction of a second delay, causing the goddess's phantom to deviate slightly, missing the brow by a few centiters. The red streak pierced through the temple, shattering half the forehead, revealing a small, delicate holy emblem faintly floating in the void.
Watching this through the god's eyes, Anluke sighed in relief. As long as the core remained intact, the rest could be repaired using divine magic.
Unfortunately, Anluke had forgotten: the railgun wasn't just one cannon!
And Lynn wasn't naive enough to pin everything on that single strike!
In less than a second's interval, two calibrated railguns thundered once more. Though lacking the magical bolstering of hundreds of wizards, the projectiles were slower, clocking in at a still formidable 7 tis the speed of sound!
With the imnse computational power of the wizards, like two silver threads, they struck precisely at the small holy emblem.
"No!" Anluke let out a heart-wrenching roar.
The electromagnetic force at 7 tis the speed of sound rivaled sixth-circle magic. Despite the emblem being forged from the bones of a saint, it couldn't withstand such a powerful impact and was instantly pulverized.
Two hypersonic projectiles collided, generating shockwaves and explosive sounds reverberating across the entire sky of the capital. The entire city trembled under the violent shockwave.
The light from the god's eyes swiftly dimd, the colossal godly form beginning to disintegrate. Like shattered mirrors, pieces peeled off, transforming into brilliant points of light, eventually vanishing into the void...
Also destroyed was Anluke's soul, housed within the holy emblem.
Anluke's consciousness was slowly drawn away, blood trickling from the corners of the mouth, eyes filled with despair and unwillingness...
The entire square fell into a deathly silence. Tens of thousands of devout believers, monts ago fervently chanting praises to the great deity for punishing those evil blasphers, now witnessed the projection of their deity being shattered by dazzling streaks of light.
"The deity lost?" "Impossible? Illusion, it must be an illusion!"
Terrified shouts echoed across the square. Countless shattered beliefs led so to hysterically claim they were seeing illusions, while others collapsed, repeatedly banging their heads against the ground, unable to change this inevitable outco.
The projection of the deity's will was destroyed!
"At last..." Watching the horrifying projection vanish into the void, Lynn breathed a sigh of relief.
Just monts ago, he hadn't been confident of winning. He had only persisted in front of Anthony and the others. Fortunately, he had the foresight to bring this major weapon ahead of ti. Otherwise, they would have had to retreat from the capital, rendering all their previous efforts futile.
"What magic is this? It seems related to electromagnetism?" Anthony, still reeling from the light that seed capable of shattering everything, couldn't help but inquire.
"It's called an electromagnetic railgun!" Lynn replied with a smile.
"Using electric currents to generate strong magnetic forces to propel projectiles?" Anthony, who had recently begun studying Maxwell's equations, quickly analyzed the principle behind this contraption.
Previously, he had directly employed the power of thunder itself to kill enemies, never imagining that electromagnetic magic could be used in such a manner, and with such formidable power.
"Correct." Lynn nodded, refraining from further explanation. After all, tonight, they still had many troubleso matters to handle.
...
By the ti Lynn and the others reached the square, the chaotic situation had been brought under control by Redell and his musketeers. Though the believers numbered many, they had lost their will to resist.
The missing Ap, when found, had already grown cold. After an examination, Lynn finally confird that he had indeed been under soone else's control previously.
"Lord Lynn, how should we deal with these civilians?" Redell glanced at the kingdom's citizens, so bowing their heads, others breaking down in tears. He worried that Lynn might order their execution, yet he also knew well the potential dangers they posed.
"Restrain them for now. We'll decide whether to release them after questioning." After a mont of contemplation, Lynn spoke.
It had to be said that Anluke's gathering of so many devout believers in the square inadvertently solved a significant problem for him. If these fanatics were left to roam the capital, they could potentially cause considerable trouble from within.
Now, all these troubles erged together, and they could be dealt with collectively!
Those willing to undergo ideological transformation could remain as citizens of the capital, their past forgiven.
As for the die-hard zealots... they'd co in handy when it ca to bridge-building and infrastructure projects!
The labor of tens of thousands wouldn't be wasted after all!
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