The test site was a flat valley in the Impassable Mountain Range.
Surrounded by mountains, there were few people around. It was difficult to enter the valley from the outside without using tunnels or airplanes. It could be said that this was a dangerous place in the mountains, and it was very suitable for doing things that needed to be hidden from others.
It was not because the napalm weapon was mysterious, but because there were a few people in the audience.
"Ah... the air here is really good. I can smell the fragrance of flowers and soil." Celine crawled out of a crack in the rock stratum and shook her tentacles. "It's been more than 200 years since I last saw the blue sky." "
Retnin shuddered. He looked at Roland with a panicked expression.
Anyone who saw a giant blob monster emerging from the ground would feel fear. If this was a disaster movie, this kind of classic appearance would definitely be a mini-climax that would require a special soundtrack.
Not to mention the inexplicable voices in his head.
One could be considered a qualified officer of the Administrative Office if he was not frightened on the spot.
That was also the reason why Roland chose to test the weapon in the valley.
"Don't worry. They used to be human beings, but they became like this because of the demons." He patted the alchemist on the shoulder. "The voices you hear are their minds talking. If you want to talk to them, just say it or repeat it in your mind. Like this... "
He turned to Celine and said, "With the mobility of the original carrier, it's not difficult to see the blue sky and clear water, right? As long as you don't get in the direct sunlight. "
"That's because she always locks herself in the research room," Pasha said. "The God's Punishment Witches have been talking to me about what they've seen and heard in the Dream World recently. There's a word you use to describe this phenomenon. It seems to be called... otaku? "
"Why do I remember there are two adjectives in front of this word?" The last one to show up was Alcha with the Senior Demon.
"Are you sure you want me to say it out loud? "
"Okay..."
Roland raised his eyebrows at Retnin. "What do you think? They're not that scary, are they?"
"Y-you're right …" The latter forced a smile.
"By the way, although they lost their human appearance, they gained an almost eternal life. At the same time, the new skin had extremely high resistance to heat and corrosion, which meant that it could directly touch most chemical reagents. The tentacles were numerous and sensitive, so there was no problem even if it was conducting multiple experiments. In other words, this body is the most suitable form for chemical research. How about it? Are you interested in learning more about it? "Roland shrugged.
"Gulp." Retnin's throat moved. After a while, he replied awkwardly, "I... I don't think so, Your Majesty."
Although he said so, the way he looked at the Senior Witches of Taquila was not as evasive as he had been at the beginning. Instead, there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
Roland shook his head with a smile and walked to the demon who was tied up tightly.
Even though the other party had lost his legs, he still had all the restraining techniques he should have.
After all, this body was still a Divine Punishment Body.
He squatted down to the same level as the other party. "I remember your name is Kabu... Radhabi, right?"
Without the telepathic connection, the demon could not understand Roland's words even though he was occupying a human body. However, he still expressed his thoughts with his eyes. The undisguised hatred and hostility transcended the racial barrier. Even though they did not speak the same language, they could still understand each other.
Roland continued indifferently, "This is a firework show specially prepared for you. You've committed numerous crimes in the Land of Dawn and destroyed half of the human kingdom. Now it's our turn to avenge you. You can enjoy the show now. "
Then he nodded to Retnin. "Get ready for the experiment."
The alchemist glanced at the demon and replied loudly, "I won't ask questions until His Majesty takes the initiative to explain. Yes... Your Majesty!"
After everything was ready, everyone entered the bunker tunnel, leaving the demon alone against the mountain wall.
"Countdown to ignition. Ten, nine... one, detonate!"
A guard in charge of operation turned the hand-cranked detonator.
In an instant, a ball of red flame rose in the center of the valley. Unlike the demonstration of high-yield explosives in the previous artillery exercise, the flame this time was not bright and even looked a little dim. The flame was surrounded by a large amount of black smoke, which looked heavy and thick. Both the sound and the degree of shock were far less than the earth-shattering explosion.
But soon, everyone felt the uniqueness of the new weapon.
Through the observation hole, they clearly saw that the black smoke did not disperse quickly. Instead, it rose slowly like an opaque curtain. It was not so much a cloud of smoke, but more like flaming magma. The scorching airflow pushed the fuel high into the air and scattered it like an open umbrella.
When the umbrella was fully opened, the flashing red light did not disappear. Instead, it became brighter and quickly turned the falling fuel into flowing flames!
Roland knew that it was the effect of the aluminum powder and iron oxide in the combustion-supporting layer being ignited.
The heat released by this reaction seemed to bring about a second continuous explosion. The whole process took a few seconds.
The rain of fire splashed in all directions, and the places that came into contact with it immediately ignited a new fire. Even though he had left enough of a safe distance, he could still feel the bursts of hot wind blowing on his face.
Under the effect of gravity, the black smoke and the flames finally completely separated. The former dissipated in the sky, while the latter completely dominated the earth. There used to be a forest and a stream in the center of the valley, but now there was only a crackling sea of fire. As for the experimental animals, Roland felt that it was no longer necessary to check them.
On the other side of the tunnel, Elsa could not help but curl up her main tentacle.
If only there were such weapons in the Taquila era!
Because the Red Mist was afraid of fire, the demons' outpost was always surrounded by barren land. It was impossible to disperse the Red Mist with just a few piles of firewood. Even if the witches found a way to create a high-temperature fire source, it would be difficult to do anything without magic power. But this weapon gave her hope of quickly eradicating the outpost — as long as she could transport it in, she could open a path for the follow-up army.
And her comrades did not have to die helplessly under the attack of the demons and the Red Mist in order to buy time for the mortal army.
She seemed to see the mist storage tower covered in flowing fire burning until it turned into a dazzling pillar of fire.
The mind communication that only belonged to the original carriers passed quickly in the minds of the three Senior Witches. They did not even need to speak to understand each other's thoughts and emotions.
Amidst their conversation, Ercha quietly shifted his gaze to the mortal man and sighed to himself … It was such a pity that he wasn't born 400 years ago.
The fire lasted for nearly four hours before it gradually subsided.
There was only a piece of scorched earth left in the valley, and there was nothing left to burn.
Roland walked out of the tunnel and felt that it had suddenly changed from early spring to midsummer. A large amount of hot air had accumulated here, turning the valley into a temporary greenhouse area.
He looked at the demon leaning against the rock wall — because it had been cleaned in advance, the fire did not burn near the bunker, and the God's Punishment Body could not feel the scorching heat, so it should not be hurt.
But the demon's eyes were staring straight at the scorched earth in the distance, and there was a hint of gloominess in its expression.
This was probably the result that Pasha and the others wanted to see.
The Taquila did not consider the possibility of the demon giving in or surrendering.
They just wanted to let the demon know —
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