There was no sun in the Months of Demons, which had never changed for thousands of years.
The sky was always a gloomy gray curtain, and when people looked up, they could always see snowflakes drifting with the wind. The only difference was the size. In today's weather, one or two snowflakes would occasionally fall, and it would be regarded as the end of the snow; but most of the time, the white spots would occupy the entire sky and fall densely on the white ground.
Therefore, this white light was particularly dazzling, and the glow that broke through the ground instantly illuminated the surrounding snow, as if the gray world was a little brighter.
Phyllis could not help holding her breath.
Her sight seemed to be fixed at this moment, and everything seemed fast and slow.
The light soon dimmed and turned into an orange-red fireball. With this change, the ground hundreds of feet away was arched up!
This was definitely not an illusion. She clearly saw that the flat snowfield bulged up, forming a gentle arc, as if the snow was not pressing down on mud and rocks, but flowing water that could change its shape at will. At the top of the arc was the red fireball, which was still rising, as if it wanted to break free from the shackles of the earth.
Then it did — the next scene almost happened in the blink of an eye. Smoke and flames erupted from the ground, tearing the curved ground into pieces! The fireball soared into the sky, and the billowing black smoke rushed up dozens of feet, unfolding in front of her vision into a high wall that blocked the sky and the sun. Both the cage and the demonic beast turned into flying ashes in front of it. Until then, the earth-shaking roar reached her ears, and at the same time, it brought a heart-palpitating tremor!
In an instant, the earth shook and the mountains shook!
Phyllis subconsciously grabbed Agatha, opened her mouth, and wanted to say something, but was blocked by the oncoming airflow. The spectators on the city wall were also blown off their feet. It took a while for them to recover from the incredible explosion. There were no cheers or applause. Everyone was dumbfounded by this scene. The only thing they could do was to look up at the wall of smoke that continued to rise.
"Is this... the key?"
She swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Mortals had actually grasped such terrifying power? Even a Greater Devil wouldn't be able to survive such violent earthfire.
The red sun was getting darker and darker. Only a few scarlet flames could be seen in the black smoke. However, the rolling smoke had already leaped into the air, as if it was connected to the clouds. The soil and pieces of demonic beast meat that had been sent into the sky by the explosion fell down, creating a bloody rain of mud in the surrounding snow.
Looking at this scene, Phyllis finally understood where Agatha's confidence came from.
With this kind of earth-shattering power, even in the face of cruel demons, mortals would have a chance to contend.
However, she still could not understand why Roland Wimbledon called it art.
Could it be that explosions were art?
…
Retnin was completely intoxicated by the cold wind filled with the smell of gunpowder. The roar had completely awakened his desire.
So this is chemistry!
So this is chemistry!
He looked at his companions, Rayleigh and Archer, the former chief alchemists of the king's city, and found that their eyes were shining with the same light. This kind of radiance was incompatible with their aging appearance. He vaguely remembered that he had only revealed this kind of radiance when he entered the Alchemy Workshop at the age of ten and was officially accepted as a disciple.
Retnin felt that he had finally found the direction that he had been pursuing all his life.
That was to attract everyone's attention like the sun.
Only chemistry could achieve this!
Unfortunately, he was now nearly fifty years old. If he had seen this scene 20 years earlier, he would have understood the power of chemistry earlier. It was not the fire and smoke produced by the burning of coarse snow powder, but the purer light and heat.
Fortunately, he finally knew it now.
Looking at the astrologers who were still dumbfounded, Retnin could not help but smile.
From now on, there would only be one name in the School of Sages, while the other would be completely forgotten.
He wanted everyone to feel the power of the explosion and praise the greatness of chemistry!
Thinking of the many chemical explosive plans in "Intermediate Chemistry", he could not help but want to immediately throw himself into the experiment.
"What are you waiting for?"
"Let's apply for a laboratory from Kyle Sichi."
"That's what I thought."
The three of them opened their mouths and made a suggestion at the same time.
Retnin looked back at the column of smoke that lingered for a long time and then walked toward the laboratory.
...
"Now do you understand why I want you to stay in Neverwinter?" Edith stroked Cole's head.
The latter was silent for a long time and then said in a dry voice, "Because of this?"
It was obvious that he was frightened by the powerful explosion. His face was still a little pale, and he tightly grasped his sister's arm with one hand.
"Because no one can resist Roland Wimbledon," Edith said slowly. "The feudal nobles are insignificant in the face of such power. As long as he wants the kingdom to become, the kingdom will become that way. He said that he doesn't need the nobles. From that moment on, the nobles should give up their positions. Unfortunately, most people still don't realize this. "
Although she said it was a pity, there was not a trace of regret on the Pearl of the Northern Region's face. She even seemed to be gloating.
Cole Kant pursed his lips and said, "We... are also nobles."
"But we're no longer feudal nobles." Edith led him to the battlement. At this moment, people were gradually leaving the city wall, and the surrounding area was much more spacious. Cole could clearly see the charred ground in the distance, which looked like it had been plowed. "The reason why nobles are respected is because of their wealth and power, not the land under their feet. So the nobles won't really disappear. Just like this plain, no matter whether it's broken or neat, covered with snow or green grass, the essence won't change. Neverwinter is the starting point of a new era. If you want to be a nobleman in the new era, you must integrate into the new rules set by His Majesty. "
Cole felt that he seemed to understand, but at the same time, it seemed that he did not. Nevertheless, under the influence of his sister over the years, he still nodded and said, "I'll stay here and not go back to the Northern Region anymore."
"That's right. And don't you think it's far more interesting to explore new rules and new power than to run an unchanging land? "
Cole raised his head and looked at his sister's pretty side profile.
Under the blowing of the north wind, her long hair fluttered in the wind like the softest silk. Her long and narrow eyelashes curled upwards, matched with the beautiful curve of her nose and lips, there was a kind of indescribable beauty.
The only thing that puzzled him was the blush on Edith's face, which was unique to women when they were excited.
Could it be that Big Sister would be interested in a pillar of smoke?
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