Chapter 50
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This world was more inclined toward magic and bloodline power. Firearms hadn't started to develop yet. In Meg's memory, even fireworks could only be seen during festivals in the imperial capital. The royal palace would set off fireworks to show the king's blessings to his people.
The refining methods and formulas that were regarded as treasures by alchemists had yet to be circulated among the common people. Therefore, he was a little puzzled as to what Mobai was talking about. He asked curiously, "What kind of energy is that?"
Mobai looked at Meg, and hesitated for a moment. He put down his spoon, and gestured with his hands. "It's like a compressed fireball suddenly exploding. It's about that kind of energy."
Meg raised an eyebrow. Mobai's description was more like explosives.
Although he didn't know what kind of energy it was, according to this train of thought, firearms were definitely the best choice to convert this energy into long-range attack. As long as the barrel of the gun could withstand that instantaneous explosion of energy, the sealed barrel could convert that energy into kinetic energy for the bullet, and thus, it could be used as a long-range attack.
Meg had this idea. After all, he had lived in a world with a much more advanced technological civilization for so many years. When he was in the United States, he often spent time in shooting ranges, so he wasn't a novice when it came to firearms. His dismantling speed could even compete with his father's security guards.
However, he was hesitant about the terrifying power of firearms. Once firearms appeared, they would definitely drag this continent, which had just ended the 1,000-year war among species, from the era of magic and cold weapons to the era of firearms.
If humans got the technology to make firearms, they would be the largest race. Humans, who had relied on magic casters and knights to barely occupy a corner of the continent in the past, would definitely become more powerful. The balance of the Norland Continent might be broken again, and a new round of war among species would be set off.
After having Amy, Meg's wish was world peace.
This kind of thing was like Pandora's box. Once it was opened, there was no way to close it. Meg didn't want to get it out.
Although he didn't intend to provide any ideas, Meg still looked at Mobai curiously, and asked, "I'm very curious. What do you want to do with it?"
"I want to slay a dragon," Mobai said seriously as he looked into Meg's eyes.
"Do the dragons have a grudge against you? Why do you all want to kill it? Aren't dragon babies cute too? " Amy, who was sitting next to him, asked in confusion. The uncle who liked to laugh wanted to slay a dragon, and the dwarf grandpa also wanted to slay a dragon. What exactly was a dragon? Why did everyone want to slay dragons so often?
Meg was also a little surprised. It didn't sound strange for Conti to say that he was going to slay a dragon. Apart from the black donkey, all of his equipment had been prepared to slay a dragon. However, hearing Mobai say that he wanted to slay a dragon, if not for his serious expression, Meg would have laughed out loud.
"Mr. Mak must think it's funny. It's okay, I think so too." Mobai laughed a little self-deprecatingly. Just when Meg thought that this was really just a joke that Mobai said early in the morning, he slowly clenched his fists and said in a slightly low voice, "But for me, I'm afraid this is the only thing that supports me to continue to live and to continue to wield the hammer.
The red dragon that ate my father when I was 30 years old still appears on the continent to do evil. If I can't kill it with my own hands, I probably won't be able to close my eyes when I die. But I don't have Meg Alex's ability. If I want to slay a dragon, I can only think of other ways. But now, it seems that if this core problem isn't solved, all the previous efforts will be in vain. "
Meg looked at Mobai, who clenched his fists and had a few blue veins on his forehead, and his mood became a little complicated.
Conti Nicholas wanted to slay a dragon to prove himself and add the title of Dragon Slayer in front of his name.
Mobai, on the other hand, wanted revenge. They had the same goal, but their goals were completely different.
"My condolences." After hesitating for a while, Meg could only apologize. He couldn't overturn the entire continent for Mobai's wish.
However, Mobai's experience had also given him a reminder that this world was far from as peaceful as it appeared to be. Even though most of the people in Chaos City were under the control of the Gray Temple, how were they going to protect themselves if an evil dragon were to attack them?
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