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Chapter 445 - 445 445 Rocket Bombardment

445: Chapter 445: Rocket Bombardment 445: Chapter 445: Rocket Bombardment By the time Zhao Guang arrived at the Kula Cha military camp, his magic power had fully recovered.

The air missiles initially hadn’t drained much of his power, and even with continuous use, the consumption wasn’t significant.

After combat ended, his magic power rapidly replenished, so now Zhao Guang could be said to be in a full state.

This was indeed the best route.

Even in a place like Earth, which lacked magic elements, he could still easily exert his maximum strength.

With such a trait, even if he were to be subjected to an anti-magic spell, he believed it wouldn’t pose much of a problem.

However, as he approached, Zhao Guang realized something was amiss.

Perhaps due to receiving news of the Habog base being attacked, Kula Cha’s base had already entered a full state of alert.

Soldiers were everywhere, and those obvious and concealed machine guns were not just for show.

Estimating the combat energy left in him, Zhao Guang felt he probably couldn’t withstand being focused for long.

Although the power of machine gun bullets couldn’t compare to shellfire, the continuous firing was something else.

It seemed that this time, he couldn’t forge ahead using the identity of a Qi Gong Master.

What bad luck.

Zhao Guang decided to switch to another guise, that of the Battlefield Ghost.

He changed his disguise, and then donned a mask.

“Good, next, it’s time to give you guys a hit.

This time it’s a legitimate military confrontation, you have cannons, and so do I,” Zhao Guang said as he took out a box.

This was a magic treasure box, which, in fact, was seen as a rather trivial item in the Otherworld.

If he hadn’t chanced upon it, he wouldn’t have even known such a thing existed.

The only purpose of this magic treasure box was to store a large amount of magic elements.

Typically, it was only in naturally anti-magic areas that the magic treasure box would find its use.

If it weren’t for some missions targeting these places, Silver Tower wouldn’t even possess such an item.

Ironically, only an advanced alchemist could produce it, and the item was quite invaluable.

Before coming, Zhao Guang had already loaded it with a significant amount of the fire element, ready for an unexpected need.

As it turned out, it was needed this time.

Zhao Guang chose a location and initially cast the spell for coordinate calculation.

This spell was originally developed to assist with rocket accuracy and was only a basic level magic.

Suddenly, a dense network appeared around Zhao Guang, centered on him.

This calculation method was the one Meng Liang had taken to improve the fire control system.

However, the real calculation method differed from what Zhao Guang had shared; this one was for magical computations.

Using these grid lines, Zhao Guang quickly marked the coordinates.

Recalling previously seen intelligence, he swiftly pinpointed various vital locations of the opposition.

Avoiding the armory and warehouses, Zhao Guang aimed at other critical spots and heavily populated areas.

Additionally, positions like bunkers, hidden fortifications, or locations of howitzers and machine guns were targeted.

While the calculation process was complex, it didn’t take long, merely under two seconds for Zhao Guang to clarify everything.

Even though the enemies were more than six hundred meters away, such distance was trivial.

With a thought, five fireballs appeared and quickly began to form.

Zhao Guang opened the magic treasure box, and as soon as the fire element was released, it was drawn into it.

Once the rocket began to form spontaneously, Zhao Guang used multiple spell casting again, creating five more.

In total, Zhao Guang summoned fifteen rockets, wanting to continue but was unable to.

This was because the fire element within his magic treasure box was almost depleted.

“This is garbage; it can only hold so little.” He still had more than half of his magic power left.

He had initially planned to bomb the opposition into submission all at once, but now he had to select only the critical targets.

Zhao Guang thought for a moment, adjusted several of the rockets’ launch coordinates, and then left it at that.

With the coordinate calculations completed, he didn’t need to keep controlling the rockets, which was much more convenient.

The thirty-second guidance time was quickly completed, made possible by the ample fire element.

If the amount of fire element had been insufficient, the guidance time would have been even longer, since Zhao Guang still couldn’t replace the fire element with his own magic power.

Within thirty seconds, the five rockets were formed, resembling five missiles.

With a “whoosh,” the rockets soared, moving very fast.

The people on the other side hadn’t reacted when they were struck.

The flames exploded, and the effective kill radius of the rocket was about fifteen meters.

Everything within this range would suffer tremendous damage, the impact uniformly distributed.

If anyone was within this range, they wouldn’t just be injured by shrapnel but would be torn apart completely.

Afterwards, it would be hard to find a complete body, only some charred remains.

Even if experts examined, they would only conclude that it was a special weapon.

But at that moment, those who were hit were completely stunned; they had never imagined that the enemy would fire missiles at them.

Moreover, such precise missiles—it’s not like he was a major warlord.

Was all this really necessary?

After five, five more followed, and finally, someone reacted.

“Take cover, everyone take cover, it’s regular army, the army from the North!”

Facing the missiles, the arrogance of these people suddenly vanished without a trace.

Arrogance is selective; in the face of those they can’t bully, arrogance only makes one die faster.

Fifteen rockets continuously struck, thoroughly hitting all important inside locations.

Even the main gate got hit, not only shattering it but also damaging the nearby machine gunners and watchtowers.

During this chaos, Zhao Guang took the stage, armed with a small handgun.

That’s right, just a small handgun, and that’s the trademark of the Battlefield Ghost.

In the midst of the chaotic camp, once Zhao Guang was spotted, it was already time for him to attack them.

The bullets seemed as if they had eyes, each one effortlessly taking down an enemy.

Yet, strangely, their bullets also seemed to have eyes, all avoiding the not-so-hidden figure.

It was a very odd feeling, almost like facing the protagonist of a movie.

Unfortunately, before they could ponder further, a bullet would darken their vision, and they knew no more.

At this point, Zhao Guang was having a blast, although the fighting mode differed, it had its own appeal.

This was a real-life gunfight—if one ignored the bloody battlefield around them, the thrill would undoubtedly be even more intense.

With a man, a gun, and walking his way through, Zhao Guang easily slaughtered the entire military camp.