Extraordinary in Reality Through Magic Games

Zhang Mu took it, flipped it over to look at both sides, and then poured magic power into the Core inside the firearm. As the Mental Energy connection succeeded, a faint wave of life energy reached his mind.

”Eh?” Zhang Mu looked at Geoffrey in surprise, ”Life energy?”

He nodded heavily: ”Lord Marshal, the self-healing function isn’t very significant for ordinary magic-conducting weapons, but when used on a magic guidance sniper rifle...”

He only said half of it, but Zhang Mu already understood his meaning.

The ultimate combat power of the Special Operations Squad was indeed strong enough to threaten Saint-level beings, provided the magic guidance sniper rifle was overloaded.

If they ambushed a Saint-level, this strike had a high probability of taking out the target, but the price was that the sniper rifle couldn’t withstand the violent magic power and would explode entirely, with the wielder being caught in the blast, resulting in both the gun and the person being destroyed. It was a life-for-a-life tactic.

Admittedly, comparing the difficulty of training the two, a one-for-one trade was undoubtedly a huge gain for the Special Operations Squad.

But one thing had to be considered—the foundation of the empires.

Among all the empires on the Saul Continent, the youngest one had a history of several thousand years. Even if it only produced one Saint-level every hundred years, over such a long time, it would have accumulated at least dozens of them.

How many Special Operations Teams did Zhang Mu have now?

Seven teams, and this was the result of using all of Lake’s national strength.

One couldn’t deny the various wonders and infinite potential of the Special Operations Teams, but realizing that potential took time.

Would the Ganno Empire, whose Bauhinia Legion and Wyvern Cavalry Regiment had been annihilated by Lake, give Lake and Zhang Mu time to develop?

Even if their territories were separated by several kingdoms and principalities, the answer was still no.

Zhang Mu had once estimated that by the day Lake and Ganno went into full-scale war, the number of Special Operations Teams would at most increase to twenty, and that was the most ideal situation.

In a decisive battle between the two sides, assuming the Special Operations Teams perfectly utilized their value, their limit would only be to take down twenty of Ganno’s Saint-levels.

Then Lake would completely lose its means of suppressing Saint-levels and be steamrolled and crushed by Ganno’s remaining Saint-levels.

But if the magic guidance sniper rifle had self-healing capabilities and the Special Operations Squad could snipe Saint-levels without dying, the outcome would be different.

Zhang Mu woke up from his thoughts and weighed the magic guidance sniper rifle with one hand: ”Hmm... it seems we might not have to drop nuclear bombs in a mutually assured destruction anymore.”

Geoffrey said excitedly: ”Yes, Lord Marshal. If the Special Operations Squad has the ability to take out multiple Saint-levels, we’ll have the confidence to fight a decisive battle with Ganno. It’s just... the tears of the tree of life have been used up.”

”Where can we buy them?”

”This, uh, they can’t be bought.”

Zhang Mu looked at him in confusion: ”Can’t be bought? You mean we can’t mass-produce magic guidance sniper rifles infused with the tears? Then what are you talking about?”

He backed away awkwardly a few steps to avoid the spit flying toward him: ”My previous attempts to detect its components ended in failure. Of course, it’s not because of my lack of ability, but because the sample was too small.”

The total amount was only the size of a teardrop, and after I tested it a few times, there was nothing left.”

After thinking for a while, Zhang Mu asked, ”Where is the place of origin?”

”The Elf Clan.”

”The Elf Clan? What a coincidence?” Zhang Mu’s tone was surprised.

”Coincidence?” Geoffrey didn’t understand.

”You wouldn’t understand even if I told you.” Zhang Mu handed the sniper rifle back to him, ”Immediately start research in related areas. As for the tears, I’ll go find them.”

”Lord Marshal, the tears of the tree of life only appear every few hundred years...” Geoffrey watched Zhang Mu’s figure disappear and helplessly stopped talking.