The Cannon Fodder in the Global Apocalypse Game lives a leisurely life
Chapter 346: It’s raining bullets (1)

Chapter 346: It’s raining bullets (1)

They could hear the sharp ringing sounds of something hitting the pan for five span of seconds but luckily the pan was still intact after all taking all that, but the ground near their feet had potholes proving those are not as simple bullets.

Just as he remembered, but Limnad seems to be weaker, Triton rubbed his beard. Or maybe this he was already that old to remember?

"You’re too overly cautious. His shots of the [Rapid Fire] only hits like a caress of a fern, those fishes’ whipped better with their tailfins..." Triton guffawed trying to lighten the mood.

"..." Chunhua proceeds to look at the craters left by what Grandpa described as ’caress of the fern’ and was speechless. Little Lotus’ Pew Pew Bombs fits that description more.

When Haoran materialized the big circular thing that looked like the pan use in the kitchen as a shield, Limnad was astounded. Is he dreaming or these guys are just so poor that they can barely afford a proper shield?

But the physical characteristics of the two made him wonder if there is another race living in this soon to be fallen world?

Nevertheless, this didn’t stop him from being like boss at end of Plants VS Zombies launching all kinds of flaming peas to blast them off but as if Chunhua was had two bolts for her feet, they didn’t budge an inch

As Triton refreshed his memories of the good old days, he remembered more.

Limnad started with Archer and eventually improved his way into Cannoneer that involves heavy artillery focusing more on AOE.

But his class was just a bit distinct from the regular cannoneer because instead of shells, Limnad used mana to load the modified cascabel that is looking like a red orb of unknown material in the end of barrel and rotates and glows when he launch attacks.

On top of that he was a craftsman that can reduce the weight of his weapon to prevent his AGI by at least 10% from being affected which is mainly a huge problem circulating around ballistician-type and heavy artillery users.

When Rapid Fire posed no threat, Limnad followed up with a stronger combo.

"[Ballista] and [Hyper Bombs], [Pyro Blasts] to wrap the projectiles with flames for additional damage, and [Magic Shellings] for enhance damage. It is so typical of him." Triton remarked.

Chunhua heard the Grandpa’s comment and immediately looked up.

"Ji ji ji." (Now that’s the real pew pew bomb. Not like yours you give enemies tickles.) Little Ginseng saw the shots being peppered on them and the sounds were deafening that he had to raise the tone of his ji ji ji for his pals to hear.

"Kya!" Little Lotus’ eyes shone at the bombs coming off cannon’s mouth. (He is already old. When I reach that age, my pew pew bomb will be a lot stronger, isn’t that right New Brother Junior who only knows how to freeload?)

"Chirp Chirp?" (Junior Brother?) Little Noodle doesn’t know the concept of seniority.

"Kya." (You came after me, so I’m your senior brother. That two-leave radish is the most senior brother...I mean that white fluffy fox is the most senior brother.) Little Lotus felt very happy being a newly appointed Senior Brother.

"Hold on. The death ride is here. Brace for impact." The words of the most senior brother fox made the other two junior brothers quickly shut their eyes and clung onto Chunhua’s clothes.

"Chirp Chirppppppp!" The inconsiderate foodie crew didn’t conduct an orientation beforehand and thus Little Noodle didn’t know what death ride was and almost got swept away. Good thing the crew quickly clung onto him.

Chunhua did a few more somersaults, twists and vomit-inducing dodges and the Little Phoenix who was new to this event ended with two ’x’ for its eyes.

"Kya." Little Lotus looked at the orange chick with its tongue sticking out. (Junior Brother passed out.)

"Ji ji ji." (Poor little guy. He needs to experience a few more rides to build his foundation to be like Handsome Brother.)

The three looked at Haoran who still wore his signature expression despite undergoing extreme heart-pumping sports in just a few seconds.

"Kya." (Handsome Brother is still the most awesome!)

"Second wave incoming!" Little Mantou barked on top of his lungs.

Although Haoran was already immune to Xiao Hua’s inhumane speed, he still experienced some adverse effects and his face was a little pale but his hands didn’t flinch blocking the stray bullets that were tailing them.

Triton had the urge to clap at the brat’s dodging ability. He enjoyed Limnad’s face changing from green to white then white to sun red.

Too bad, there were no snacks selling nearby, otherwise it would have been more perfect!

Triton laughed, "Damn! That old geezer’s face is so funny to watch!"

"Ratatatatata...."

Limnad’s colorful pea attacks followed the group whenever they go not giving Chunhua any rest and the passengers unwillingly on board were sticking their tongues out.

"Ji ji ji." "Kya." (Bleurgh. The world is spinning.) The three were hanging like wilted vegetables.

Limnad used his low CD skills first to try to hit and knock the group and stop but to his surprise not only that kitchen pan was sturdier than the armors of the Halfling warriors back in their planet and those enemies he met before but his opponent was so fast like a ghost, he only managed to monitor their movements through the [Heat-Seeking] function he attached to the cannon.

This made him a little irritated and a sentence escaped his mouth, "See if you can still dodge these!"

"Here come the strange bombs." Triton paused in his laughter when he saw the emerging three familiar magic circles above to inform Chunhua.

When Chunhua asked him was that supposed to mean, Grandpa Triton snorted, "He throws these kind of stinky bombs or whatever it is that had different effects. It had target lock function."

Haoran and Chunhua sensed something stuck on their clothes. It was pulsating nine red marble orbs and one could here ticking noises coming from them.

That doesn’t sound good.

Haoran had four on him, four on Chunhua, and....

All halted to look at Little Lotus’s face. "..."

(＠_＠;)

Little Lotus was dumfounded and cried, "Kya!" (Take it off! Take it off!)

"Boom!"

(A/N: Cascabel- a subassembly of muzzle-loading cannon, a knob to which to attach arresting ropes to deal with the recoil of firing the cannon.)