At that moment, Yiwen Ian thought she had heard something very magical.
"Adair! You're enough!" Crael frowned and inserted it between Iven Ian and the Red Magician. "You're so rude! And you can't control my stay or leave!"
"Creel!" Adale looked at Creel's eyes red, "Do you really like making toys here so much?!!!"
"Adair, you-" Krell frowned deeply, trying to say something.
But at this moment—
"Creer." Ewen Ian stopped him gently.
"Master Adale, you said that Crael is making toys, and I don't know what you misunderstood. But in my opinion, Mr. Crael is an important member of the Technical Department of my new model army. He is indispensable, and he is not making any toys, so I am sorry that I cannot agree to your request."
"Hmph..." Adair snorted coldly, "I know Crael's ability very well. As long as you can give him sufficient information and supplies, he can even make the airship that your Silver Rose family wants most. But in fact? In the past nine years, let alone airships, you have not even found the appropriate golem design drawings, ha...'water cabinet'..."
Speaking of this, Adele looked up at the huge box-like golem structure in the workshop, with a cold sarcasm on his face: "You can think of such a bulky iron coffin. A human-shaped steel golem can tear this iron lump to pieces in just ten minutes!"
"Not to mention the so-called new muskets and new guns, although they can barely produce a certain killing effect on high-level warriors, but when they are lined up in your so-called queuing queues and fired continuously, such a dense formation, let alone the truth-level mage, ordinary Earthly Dragon Knights can chisel your stupid suicide formation into the opposite direction!"
Looking at Adele, who was frosting in front of him and was filled with righteous indignation, Iven Ian couldn't help but subconsciously remember the keyboard imagination parties in his previous life. He didn't even do the most basic research, but used the facts he had made up for free to prove his own victory and superiority. And as the party they blamed, there was nothing more inexplicable than such behavior.
However, Adair's anger continued: "You don't need to try to cover up. The details of the battle a few months ago have been revealed! If it weren't for the suppression of the enemy's immortality troops by the Black Knights and the Military Masters, let alone the victory in Xinlongge City, your toy soldiers had been defeated as early as the first formation! No matter how many muskets and artillery you have, just a squadron of the Air Magisters or a large group of Earthly Dragon Knights, you can defeat you all! Annihilate! As a Nanling mage and Nanling nobles, Sir Ian, I sincerely advise you-"
"Instead of making such messy things with low-level waste soldiers, it is better to seriously consider how to increase the number of high-level mages and knights in the South Ridge! Without those big knights near Black Rose Selection Company, your new model army is nothing!"
Ivan Ian listened silently at Adal's reprimand, without saying a word.
"Sir Iven Ian, do you know what your toy musket soldiers have been mocked among the upper nobles of the Empire?! Whenever I hear those nobles and mages, the designers of new muskets, and those technical mages who do not learn alchemy and have to do some machine, can you understand my mood as a close friend of Crael?!"
At this point, Adair couldn't help but grit his teeth: "Those pig tricks are not as good as me, let alone Crael... I know clearly... Crael's talent is enough to make them all shut up!"
"But because of you! Sir Iven Ian! It's because of you! Crael had to hide in this dilapidated little house like a beggar, hiding in the dilapidated little house with dirt, and studying the messy muskets and cannons and industrial machines for you!"
Adair straightened his waist, and the red eyes were burning with a fierce fighting spirit, and the long red hair was windless, and the bright red elemental firecrackers also flew with the master's magic: "So sorry! Sir Iven Ian, I have made up my mind. No matter how you stop me today, I must take Krell away!"
Yiwen Ian looked at Adael for a while, and suddenly said, "Master Adael, although I am a little sorry, let me think more—"
"You...are you a male lover (gay)?"
The moment I heard Ewen Ian's answer, Adale had not yet reacted: "What..."
Then when Adale finally realized what the repetition meant, he was instantly furious—
"You bastard! How dare you!!!"
Adele's unique skill of fame - Red Practice Fire, had completely exploded in the workshop in an instant.
Three spiral chains of flames roared in the narrow space inside the building like flying dragons.
The boiling heat wave instantly burned the air in the workshop. The thin oxygen made it difficult to breathe, and what was even more painful was the boiling air flow that poured into the lungs every time it breathed, which kept cutting the lungs like a red knife.
However, this is just a prelude to the Red Living Fire Attack. The real flame magic stimulated the entire space and had not really formed a formal attack.
Just as high-level warriors above the Great Knight will bring resistance to spells because of their respective "Tao", as a great wizard at the truth level, they will also obtain the "truth" called "core" at the moment they cross the threshold of truth. The core of truth formed by Adale in his body is his own "personal truth" called "Thunder and Flint Stone". While having excellent self-discipline attack ability, it also has the dual characteristics of thunder and fire elements. It can be said to be a very excellent truth to people.
The magic of the alien element formed by the transformation of thunder and flint - Red-Secret Fire has the speed of the thunder element and the combustion characteristics of fire. The self-discipline rune technique in the core of truth combines the Red-Secret Fire in the form of spiral entanglement of multiple magic flows. When surrounding it, it is an excellent defensive magic. When attacking, the high-speed spiral magic flow instantly turns into the extremely penetrating Red-Secret Spear.
However, the image of the ring of flame is really a bit like an apostle in EVA...
So, looking at Adele who slowly floated into the air after launching the core of truth, Iven Ian couldn't help but mutter: "Do you think you are Amishar..."
The turbulent red fire made the workshop red. Although Adele had not launched an attack in a real sense, the magical stylings on the ground and walls had already been actively activated. The spell support system that was originally used for weapon power testing actually played a role in this situation, which was probably something that the original designer could not have expected.
Faced with the rolling heat wave, Iven Ian developed a fire protection stance and protected Krel, Eofeta, and Edhiel. Then he closed his hands with shamelessness and shouted at Adele in the air: "Mr. Adele, I already know that your heart is depressed, so can you stop? If you continue like this, you will really become a current crime that attacks the lord?"
However, the vague figure of Adair, reflected in the heat wave wrapped outside the force field, was unresponsive.
"Oh, oh... It seems that the air waves of the flames prevent the sound from reaching Mr. Adail..." Yiwen Ian suddenly realized that the violently rising temperature at this time made the air thinner, and coupled with the air medium distorted due to uneven heat, his voice was probably hard to hear.
"So... I hate these Fire Masters the most... Because of meditating on the Fire Heart, each of them is overly enthusiastic explosive buns..." However, because Adale couldn't hear it at this time, some words could be said. While Yiwen Ian complained, he turned to look at Krell who was smiling bitterly: "How many ammonium phosphate was sent over last time?"
Krell estimated, "It's probably a few tons."
"Is there anything else?" Yiwen Ian asked again.
"I haven't tried the new things you sent last month, why don't you come?" Krell was eager to try it out.
"Okay, Mr. Adale is just right to offer it." Yiwen Ian finally took the lead.
Hearing Yiwen Ian's order, Krell, who was a savage at the experimental madness, could no longer hold back, and instantly turned around and gestured to his subordinates who had already escaped to a safe place.
“Pipes A, B – fully open!”
Seeing Krell's gesture, the technical mage in charge of the pipe no longer hesitated and pressed the wrench on the pipe to the bottom - that is, the valve is the largest.
I saw the entire workshop seemed to be moaning, and the metal pipes burned red on the ceiling of the workshop trembled, and then-
There was a "boom".
From the workshop ceiling directly above Adele, the vast dry powder flame retardant and liquid nitrogen coolant are in a rainy way—
He poured all over in one breath.
It was like an avalanche. The flame retardant gushing out of the pipe and liquid nitrogen instantly turned into snow-white air waves when it came into contact with the magic of flames, roaring across the entire workshop.
No matter how domineering the Red-Heat Fire converted from the core of truth, it cannot compete with the violent heat absorption effect formed by liquid nitrogen gasification without any combustible substances. What is even more "injured" is that even if there are occasionally flammable substances in the workshop, the violent heat absorption reaction caused by the missing Red-Heat Fire is ignited by the missing Red-Heat Fire, and the dry powder flame retardant decomposes, is enough to instantly stop the chain reaction of the flame combustion.
Facing the roaring white storm in the workshop, Yiwen Ian and other leisurely technicians had calmly pulled up the wind or magic shield, and isolated the dry powder and frost air that was overwhelming and more arrogant than the previous heat waves. However, Adele, who had no idea, was not so leisurely. When he flew near the ceiling, he was poured on by liquid nitrogen and ignition dry powder falling from the sky at the first time. The dry powder that was pasted into his eyes made his eyes hurt. He thought he had been in a panic. Not only did he interrupt the magic, he also fell from the air and fell into the pile of dry powder.
The cold and cold air brought by the rain of liquid nitrogen poured on him immediately made him mistakenly think that he had hit the enemy's attack magic - although in fact, liquid nitrogen had evaporated and vaporized at a high speed before touching his skin.
"Who! What kind of magic is this! Bastard Yiwen Ian! You actually plotted against me! Have the ability to fight a fair duel! What's the ability to plot like this!?"
After falling from the sky, rolling on the ground for a few times, and then getting up from the ground, Adair had completely changed his appearance. He was fascinated by his eyes, but his thin and rigid face was covered with dry powder, and his hair and clothes were covered with frost and mixed with ammonium phosphate water vapor was already in the eyes of everyone. His appearance as Santa Claus than a snowman was really funny, which made the entire technical staff couldn't help laughing. Even Edhiel couldn't help laughing subconsciously - and on the other hand, the only one who didn't laugh was the only one who was elegant and elegant, and felt that we wouldn't laugh so stupidly.
Among the people who were laughing so hard that they rolled on the ground, including Iven Ian, he laughed so hard that tears came out: "Ah Mr. Adale, sorry, I may have not told you before, because if the technical department that often stores explosives catches fire, then the fire situation will definitely not be extinguished by ordinary fire protection measures. So generally speaking, the technical department of our new model army has its own fire protection system..."
I had enough laughter. Yiwen Ian straightened his waist, wiped the tears from his face, looked at Adale, and said with a smile: "So let alone the initial stage of the Red Palm Fire, even if the flame magician Arut himself came here in person, this small workshop can become a concrete cage to snipe him!"