Chapter 2067: Chapter 690: Otherworldly Tigers! Charge Forward!

The chainsaw sword modified by Old Flywheel and enchanted by Triss felt very handy to use; weapons with names seem to operate with remarkable finesse.

Especially as Murphy wielded it, descending with his vampire allies onto the Number Seven position, and crashed through the armed Gnolls’ ranks; not once did this buzzing thing jam or stall.

Though it’s heavy, noisy, and difficult to control precisely—indeed, wielding it is a torment to anyone not skilled in martial arts—yet, as the wildly spinning chainsaw cleaves enemies in front of him into halves, with terrifying blood splattering, all complaints dissolve with its brutal destructive power.

Murphy’s final gripe at this moment was why this double-handed sword-style chainsaw sword couldn’t be operated single-handedly?

This way, he could wield two of these cool things on the battlefield with unparalleled prowess.

Old Flywheel promised that when he had some spare time, he would help Murphy design a single-handed sword version of the chainsaw sword.

But he expressed pessimism about it, since this thing is a mechanical creation, even the small steam furnace occupies a part of the design space; if it were to be made into a lighter, single-handed chainsaw, the destructive power would definitely significantly decrease.

Murphy expressed great regret about this.

Just like he regretted the combat power of these Gnolls, slicing through them was without challenge, not a single armed Gnoll could block him; such dull battles were as meaningless as chopping wood with an axe.

This, of course, is a bit of Versailles.

However, having such a fierce assaulter was enough to boost the morale of the players and NPCs following behind Murphy, especially those players advancing behind the walker machines, particularly those operating the Spider-walker to slaughter Gnolls, the “ace crew” members.

“Awesome! Absolutely awesome!”

The Hell Tiger operated the walker machine’s six legs trampling wildly on the spot; merely the weight of the steam walker was enough to make any collision deadly.

This thing was really big!

When it advanced in a spider form, even tall Wolf People had to look up to see the underside lined with spikes, forget about the Gnolls.

Beside the roaring Hell Tiger, the “Mouse-style Fatty” responsible for controlling the dual-mounted hunting crossbow was also shouting wildly.

He grasped the heavy handle, swinging the twin-connected hunting crossbow barrels around the battlefield; where advancement was hindered, he would squeeze the trigger to release a volley.

Though the launched crossbow arrows lacked the impact and terror of heavy bullets exploding flesh, watching the Gnolls being taken down by flying arrows was still blood-pumping.

“Forward! Keep moving forward!”

The last member of the three-man crew, “Steel Leopard,” remained calm.

His role in the crew was to observe and aim while also operating the only Man-sized Rapid-Fire Cannon currently in players’ hands.

This thing was complex to operate, especially with two Calculating Pearls internally assisting with aiming and firing. Steel Leopard not only had to adapt to this otherworldly weapon’s odd maneuverability but also learn to use the custom Calculating Pearl’s features to issue various commands to the cannon’s mechanical system.

This cannon had three ammunition boxes, with a total of only 120 Burning Gold shells, after which they’re gone, so it needed to be used sparingly.

“Stop slaughtering Gnolls here, it’s pointless! Charge forward with Sir Morphy, open up the frontline for the brothers in the rear, and provide a retreat route for the NPCs up front.”

Steel Leopard reached out and knocked on the armored head of Captain Hell Tiger, who was already hyped, waking him up from the indulgence of “playing mole game.”

He immediately pulled the lever beside him, boosting the steam output from the furnace. As thicker black smoke billowed from the exhaust pipe at the back of the walker machine, its speed instantly increased, charging forward like a pouncing spider.

“Fatty! Activate the flamethrower!”

Captain Hell Tiger shouted as he charged:

“Burn all the Gnolls in front, and by the way, help Loyal Brother test the destructive power of this thing.”

“Okay, got it.”

Fire Support Mouse-style Fatty immediately twisted the lever beside him, causing two nozzles to pop out from beneath the walker’s front armor, spewing nearly seven meters of flame. The fuel used was the same as in incendiary bombs, so the flame wasn’t just a fleeting blaze.

It clung to any ignited living body, burning persistently until the latter was reduced to a charred skeleton.

Many weapons had been removed internally to allow enough modifications, otherwise, just the storage for fuel would be a huge problem.

The front-mounted flamethrower cleared a large area in just five seconds of burning. Facing the clattering machine giant walker, the dim-witted armed Gnolls were already frightened, and upon seeing this monster spewing fire, their last shred of morale utterly collapsed.

Oh, my Wolf People Master above!

This thing can move on its own, easily trampling down the pitiful Gnolls, firing dangerous arrows, and if that’s not enough, it can spew fire!

Facing this never-before-seen threat continuously advancing, the Gnolls scattered in panic.

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