Following Veronica's infusion of magic power, a white magical light was injected into the optical instrument, and the Light Magic Manipulator was fully activated under the efforts of the Apprentice Witches.
About two hundred meters away, there was a target erected. This target was more than two meters tall, and it was decorated with straw and rags in the shape of a knight.
As the Wizards were busy charging, the eight bronze mirrors lit up one after another, and a huge amount of energy was continuously compressed and condensed through the eight bronze mirrors. The flickering ball of light gradually turned into a white beam of light that emitted a high temperature. It was Soul Flame.
"Whoosh!" In front of everyone, this beam of light was shot out from the Light Magic Manipulator. Under the scorching sun, it drew a long trail of light that was more than one meter long, and in front of everyone's eyes, it hit the target.
"Boom!" Smoke and dust filled the air. Laing and the others looked at the target with expectant eyes, and gradually approached it.
Half of the target made of straw and rags was burned, and the beam directly penetrated through it.
"The effect is not bad." Laing and the others nodded, and Laing shouted to Veronica, "Is this the maximum range?"
"No, the maximum effective range is three hundred to four hundred meters. If it goes any further, the accuracy of the beam won't be enough, and the power will also decrease." Veronica stood on the Light Magic Manipulator and replied, "Four hundred meters is already the maximum range. If you want to have a better attack effect, two hundred to three hundred meters is the best range."
"Good, then let's try again!" Laing signaled for the experiment to continue.
The sergeants carried a few new targets. This time, the targets were placed at a distance of three hundred meters, and at the same time, a scale armor was draped over them.
The Light Magic Manipulator was activated, and the laser beam once again penetrated the target, leaving only a huge burnt hole. The whole scale armor was melted by the laser beam formed by Soul Flame.
"The power is not bad, but the killing area is too small. It's difficult to deal with many enemies." Belega observed the power of the Light Magic Manipulator. The King of Eight Peak Mountain seemed to be very powerful, and he nodded repeatedly, "But our enemies are not made of straw and rags. This kind of power is still far from enough."
"Then let's continue." Laing then signaled the sergeants to bring in a new target.
"Yes, Count." The sergeants retreated and brought in a smaller target.
This target no longer looked like a horse, and it was only the height of a human. It was wearing a chainmail, a breastplate, and a helmet. This was the standard equipment of a knight, and not all of the Brittany Knights had the money to wear plate armor. Most of them were equipped with chainmail, breastplate, and gauntlets, a lance, sword, and a shield.
"Light Magic Mounts aren't meant to be used against large groups of enemies in the first place. They're mostly used to snipe enemy generals and behemoths." Clayon gestured for everyone to back off.
The Light Magic Vehicle was activated again, and a powerful beam of light was released from the optical instrument on the carriage, streaking across the hot summer air.
"Boom!"
Everyone again...
. This time, the laser beam did not melt the target in half. The Soul Flame penetrated the breastplate and chainmail, and burned through the rags and straw, leaving behind hot molten iron.
It was a perfect break. Everyone immediately realized that this war machine contained great power. If it could perfectly penetrate the entire standard knight equipment, then it could penetrate almost all the powerful enemies in the Old World!
Olivier's face was even a little pained. This was a standard half-body knight equipment, and it was burned through like an experimental product.
"Yes, such a powerful war machine can be used." Belega could not find too many problems with it, but the King of Eight Peak Mountain immediately raised a new question, "Yes, Sir Laing. The power of this weapon is enough, but what about the ammunition? How many of these laser beams can your female courtier fire? What if she encounters a nimble beast? This Light Magic Manipulator is a big target. What if the enemy focuses on it? How long can it last? "
Laing thought to himself that Belega was indeed an outstanding warrior and siege master. The questions he asked were more and more tricky, but they all went straight to the core of the problem. If the Light Magic Manipulator was only a large mobile fort, then it could only be installed on the wizard tower for defense. In a real battle, there were many problems. It was too big a target, and it could easily be surrounded by enemies. If it could not continue after a few shots, then it would not be as useful as the dwarves' cannons and accordion cannons.
The dwarves did not know how to use magic, but they were not ignorant of magic. Runes were a way for them to use magic.
Laing could not answer these questions. After all, he was a warrior. After completing part of the experiment, he made a gesture to Veronica, who was standing on the Light Magic Manipulator, and signaled her to come down and explain to everyone.
Veronica strode down from the chariot after releasing the Soul Flame. She was very proud of herself. First, she looked at the sorceress Theresa, whose face was not so good, and then she explained to Belega one by one.
"The maximum number of times the Light Magic Manipulator can be stably overloaded in a short period of time is twelve. If it is overloaded more than twelve times, the magic circle and optical instruments will automatically enter a self-protection state and lose their functions." Veronica was the first to explain, "Twelve powerful Soul Flame Beams is more than enough for the battlefield."
"Then there is the defense. The Light Magic Manipulator has a defensive magic circle engraved on its body. It can withstand most long-range attacks. In the case of four warhorses pulling the chariot at the same time, this war machine can move at a faster speed. There is no need to worry about being surrounded or besieged."
"What if the enemy moves very fast?" Belega asked.
"Then please take a look at this." Veronica snapped her fingers and signaled the soldiers to take out an iron cage.
"What is that?" Holy Grail Knight Armand looked at the cage. There was a wild boar in it.
"Hulu ~ Hulu ~" The wild boar cried loudly and hit the railing hard, making a crisp sound.
"Mr. Lopes, please open the cage." Veronica ordered.
"Ah? Why? Won't this wild boar cause a lot of trouble? " Lopes was not wearing armor. The full set of armor of a knight was very heavy. Knights rarely wore armor except for when they were on duty. When he heard Veronica's order, he was somewhat unwilling.
"You don't need to know why. You just need to do as I say, Mr. Lopes." Seeing that Lopes did not listen to her order, Veronica smiled very sweetly. Her sweet face was filled with a sincere smile, but there was a trace of coldness in her voice: "Do you want me to say please?"
"Okay, if you must." Lopes shrugged helplessly and muttered in a low voice: "That's why I hate the women of the Garland Council. Because they always order people around from above and never explain why."
Laing frowned imperceptibly, then sighed helplessly. Veronica was a woman who knew how to take advantage of the situation. Ever since she officially became a female court official, she began to command and order Laing's subordinates as a matter of course. Under this system of feudal and aristocratic system, Veronica had, in a sense, automatically obtained a part of Laing's authority. She had the qualifications to be a fox using the tiger's might.
Compared to Veronica, Teresa was very disdainful of such behavior. The sorceress rarely communicated with Laing's subordinates. She only focused on the construction of her wizard tower and magic research.
The two women had different ways of doing things. It was hard to tell who was right and who was wrong, good or bad.
Lopes took the key and unlocked the iron door. He signaled everyone to be careful and then opened the iron door.
"Roar! Roar roar roar! " The wild boar immediately realized that it was free. It let out a loud roar and rushed directly in the direction of the target. A large basin of water and many acorns had been placed there in advance. Those were the wild boar's favorite foods. The wild boar, who had been hungry for an entire day, was excited. It ran wildly all the way.
But when it was only about ten meters away from the food, a delicate shout stopped it in its tracks.
"Amintoc Net!"
The official witch, Catherine, stood on the light magic vehicle with a magic book in her hand. She didn't make any preparations to cast a spell. She let out a delicate shout and pressed the mechanism on the carriage.
Several light nets tightly bound the wild boar. No matter how it struggled, it couldn't break free.
"Hulu ~ hulu ~" This wild boar was very strong. It seemed to weigh a few hundred kilograms. Its two big tusks were moving in a disorderly manner. Its legs were kicking, and saliva was spraying everywhere. It was using all its strength to struggle and roar.
One minute passed, two minutes passed, and it was still firmly bound in place. It couldn't move.
"Amintoc Net (Strengthened). This light magic has been bound to the magic array in the carriage," Veronica said proudly. "The Amintoc Net I engraved has been strengthened by me. Any giant beast, unless it's a giant beast with high magic resistance like a true dragon, will be suppressed by the Amintoc Net. We tested it on Laing. Even Laing himself was bound by the Amintoc Net for three seconds."
"Oh! Spicy Four Virtues Beer!" Bellegar finally got a satisfactory answer. "You guys learned a lot from the dwarves," King of Eight Peak Mountain mumbled as he drank his Bargmann Stout. "You guys learned a lot from the dwarves."
After saying that, Belle Jia walked to the side and took out a small notebook to jot down the information.
"Dwarven Calendar, D.C. 5508, X month X day, Brittany, these damn human knights and chivalrous people didn't listen to me seriously. They secretly said that I was long-winded. I'll remember this."
Bellegar thought for a while, then crossed out the sentence he wrote and added, "But since Sir Laing and Miss Veronica showed me their powerful war machine, I'll let it go this time."
Putting away the notebook, Bellegar's face became serious again. He walked to Laing's side and said, "Brother Laing, if it really has such an effect, it'll be a great help in the war. It's especially effective against giant beasts and lords. Do you have any way to get more?"
"It's a little difficult." Laing shook his head. "Light Magic Mounts are strategic units of the Empire. The Empire's production is very low. It's good enough if they can produce one every two or three years. The Empire is selling it to me because of His Majesty Karl-franz's special order."
"Ah, that's a pity." Bellegar nodded in understanding. "Dwarves don't know how to use magic. Otherwise, I could ask my engineers to help you to see if you can copy it."
"No, I tried to open the internal mechanism of the carriage, but the Light Sorcerer Academy set up a restriction. If I try to force the mechanism open, the whole Light Magic Mounts will collapse in an instant and turn into a pile of scrap metal and wood." Veronica also explained to Bellegar, "Also, the Light Magic Mounts are created with the secret method given by the high elves. The magic knowledge we humans have is only superficial knowledge of the high elves. It's impossible to copy."
"Those damn pointy-eared things are always so arrogant. Dwarves are still the most honest." Bellegar began to nag again. "Since before you humans existed, we dwarves have cut ties with the high elves. Those pointy-eared things are too arrogant and annoying. They always think that they are the masters of the world. Human brothers are more reliable, especially friends like brother Laing. If I didn't have to recover Eight Peaks Mountain, I would've invited him to adventure in the Badlands with me. We dwarves once lost a famous fortress in the south of the Roof of the World. It's called Carac Vaen, a place rich in meteorites …"
Laing listened to Bellegar's words with a smile on his face. He nodded his head and did not say a word. He just let Bellegar talk.
Laing's patience and listening made Bellegar very satisfied. The King of Eight Peaks Mountain thought that people like Laing were really suitable to be friends with dwarves. When he was done talking, he was invited to have dinner with Laing. Bellegar wanted to remember this.
In fact, what the dwarves did not know was that Count Laing was only listening on the surface, but in his heart, he was thinking about the best position to use with Teresa at night.
…
At the same time, in the old world, the border between the Empire and Brittany, the Grey Mountains, Blackstone Stronghold.
Grand Necromancer Heinrich Kaimler led his army of ancient graves back to his stronghold. This used to be a sturdy dwarven stronghold, but now it had become a paradise for the undead.
Other than his undead army, there was also the Champion of the Four Gods of Chaos, Gul. This two-meter-tall, terrifying undead champion warrior was behind Kaimler. He held a black sawtooth axe and wore Balosh's blood-red cursed armor. He led a team of undead and chaos warriors. Even though these undead were already dead, they still thirsted for slaughter and blood.
Gul constantly urged Kaimler to march towards the human kingdom and bring destruction to those mortals who did not know how to "embrace civilization". Sometimes, Kaimler even doubted if he really controlled Gul. However, the grand necromancer's orders proved to be useful for the time being. Under his orders, Gul temporarily quieted down.
Looking at the tall Gul suspiciously, Kaimler sat on his throne piled with gold and corpses. He was thinking about his next move. Should he attack Montfort Castle or march south to Bastogne?
No matter what, it was not a suitable time to march in midsummer. Sun God Petra's divine power was strongest in summer. He and his undead army still needed to wait for the right time.
"Master, a messenger has come to Blackstone Stronghold. He wants to see you." At this moment, Gul approached from outside. He raised his axe with both hands and sent a message to Kaimler's ears.
"Where is the message from? Is it Man Frey? "Kaimler asked in a sharp voice.
"It's a messenger from Muxilon, a Blood Knight from the Blood Dragon family." Gul said in a bloodthirsty and dry voice, "He brought a gift and goodwill from Duke Muxilon, Matthew Bad. He wants to form an alliance with us to deal with the Brittany knights together."
"… Let him in!"
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