"The kinetic energy impulse of the pistol warhead is limited, and the power of the demon-breaking armor-piercing bomb is seriously insufficient. Therefore, the warheads you use now are all plated with precious Olihagen alloys, high-level enchantment of the attached elemental cracking sword, and the treatment of legendary weapons. Take a leisurely play, don't use up all in one breath." Hearing Yiwen Ian's words, Krell was a little dissatisfied, "According to my idea, you can recycle these warheads as much as possible. In order to indicate the ballistics, I made a mage mark on it, which is very conspicuous under the arcane vision. As long as you are willing to recycle the warhead, I can reuse it."
"...How much bullet capacity?" Yiwen Ian took a breath, trying to calm himself down. He is now a big family and can afford to consume hundreds of gold coins in one bullet.
"Space compression technology, molecular-level chemical bond compression, a limit of one seventh is reduced, so when using a special magazine, the bullet capacity is 50 rounds." Krell took a sip of cigarettes, and then vomited a smoke ring quietly, "Also, let me explain that the magazine on your hand is already full."
"It's strange that Lelele can afford it!!!"
"It's not expensive, twenty production lines are enough to make a profit." Crair comforted Ivan Ian, "And in addition to the magic breaking bullet, I also prepared two regular magazines, a compression ratio of one-fifth, and a capacity of 100 rounds is enough for you to use the enchant gun barrel to catch fire, and the recoil is also lower than the former."
Crael didn't mention recoil, but when he mentioned recoil, Yiwen Ian also remembered it.
"The caliber of this pistol is 13 mm? It seems to be bigger than the Desert Eagle, right?"
"'Desert Eagle'? What is that?" Krell was a little confused.
"No... nothing." Realizing that he had missed his mouth, Yiwen Ian coughed gently and signaled Krell to continue.
Crell didn't care about these common things. He frowned as if he was thinking about something, "But the recoil is really great, with your wrist strength, you will be dislocated in just one shot."
"... Then you said you would use it for me..." Yiwen Ian was speechless.
"Our technicians are only responsible for developing weapons. As for the use of weapons, please solve them yourself." Krell subconsciously gave Yiwen Ian a look, "And then again, wouldn't you change the magic? It's okay to petrify the skin if you really can't do it. There are so many ways to use spells to strengthen yourself. Compared to the power of a pistol, the price of recoil is simply too giggle."
"Um..." Hearing Crael's words, Yiwen Ian couldn't help but nod. Although he had boasted about Haikou and said that the Fire Magister Arut was coming, to be honest, it was just an intentional plan to plot against the Fire Magisters. It was a right medicine to deal with the Fire Magisters. Even any other truth-level Fire Magister who specializes in the range of fire magic will not be so smooth.
As mentioned before, Adair's truth is very excellent for human shape, high penetration, high magic, and even protective measures are counter-injured. When facing such a hedgehog-like enemy, anyone will find it difficult.
However, compared to other groups or military city-level flame truths, although the magic of "Chilian" is condensed, it is not very satisfactory in terms of sustaining and extending. If it weren't for being caught off guard by a sudden change, Adele tried to exhaust his magic power and burned all the tons of dry powder to dry it - because this is the power that the truth-level mage should have, and the existence of common sense and common sense.
When dealing with such mages, they use a large-scale magical battle to compete with magic output and magic consumption - such as the super magic spells of Yiwen Ian now, and the mixed blow of fire dry powder and liquid nitrogen - are not suitable. Instead, Adal's personal truth reflects some of the real "to-human" combat ideas.
Comparing the amount of magic is worse than comparing the quality of magic. Continuous and stable output is worse than the explosive power of one blow with all your strength. When the enemy is still slowly casting spells, use sharp penetration spells to kill him with one blow. This is the real tactical idea against people, even in the truth-level individual confrontation.
So from this perspective, it is not strange that Adelaide can stand out in the competition of humanoid competition like the Twelve Cup of Belt.
After thinking about this, Yiwen Ian really felt that this set of pistols was quite valuable. After all, at present, the "quality" of the attack has always been his weakness.
Moreover, because it was the work of the alchemist Krell, the "Last Genesis" has an extremely beautiful design and appearance, in addition to this extremely shameful name, the pure black streamlined gun body is shining with a matte dark enchantment, and the dark silver rose vine extending from the back of the gun also well reflects the owner's identity.
"So which of these three magazines is a magic breaking bullet?" After admiring the pistol itself, Yiwen Ian picked up three magazines, which seemed to be the same as the gun body. After anti-gravity treatment, the amount of 100 rounds of ammunition capacity was not reflected in the weight.
"Standard chromatographic identification, red high explosion, blue blunt-head armor-piercing, silver magic-piercing armor-piercing."
With a few swishes, he pulled the silver magazine out of the gun chamber and replaced the blue magazine. Yiwen Ian held the last generation Wang Xing in his hand and gestured a little: "Well... the weight is very light... but this mass... is almost 5 kilograms together?"
It's already heavier than an ordinary rifle.
"According to your standard grip strength, the lightweight modification has been carried out, but the stability has also decreased accordingly. Practice more after you get it, so don't be able to hit people within ten meters. I have opened the supply of ordinary 13mm pistol bullets. If you go back, you will ask Aofeta to carry a box back, which is enough for you."
"Okay." Yiwen Ian casually stuffed "The Last Genesis Wang Xing" into his arms. The 39CM super-large gun was a bit large, but when it was equipped with bullets, its structure was obviously a bit too complicated. Even a technical expert like Crael would not dare to play compression again.
"I have a shooting range here, won't you try it out immediately?" Crael seduced Ewen Ian in a somewhat bewitching tone.
However, Yiwen Ian was thinking about other things today: "No, I brought Adesh to visit and study today. By the way, this is the translation of the last tenth volume. Do you have anything else?"
"Oh?!" Adeshill was walking with his head down, but suddenly he heard his name. He raised his head in surprise and looked at Yiwen Ian: "See and study..."
Only then did she remember that she seemed to be Yiwen Ian's assistant.
Crael took the original in Yiwen Ian casually. When Edhiel translated to the third book, the Technical Department had already joined forces with the group of scholars who specialized in semiotics in the crypto bureau of the General Staff to create the translation comparison book. No matter how careful Edhiel's power is, it cannot be compared with the technical power of the entire Nanling. More than half a month ago, the Technical Department had translated all ten volumes of original manuscripts. The rest was only compared with Edhiel's original at the command of Edhiel. Part of it was for reference and correction, and the rest was of course the test of Edhiel.
According to the comparison situation that Creer knew, the Dragon Princess did not seem to have any strange thoughts, but as a cautious researcher, this was not enough to dispel his doubts about Adesh.
But although he was alert, he still smiled casually when he looked at Adeshill: "His Highness Adeshill, it's really thanks to you, who has been stuck on the Magic Network for so many years before he can continue to do it."
However, since Yiwen Ian made up his mind to open the secrets of the technical department to Edishil, he followed the flow and made an invitation gesture-
"In order to express my gratitude to you, should you come in and take a look at the church's self-discipline golem system, one of the core projects I am currently studying? As a Nanling native, you will definitely be interested in this." Krell, who has a quarter of the blood of the immortal species, raised his head and said with a smile.
During the 21st War, the shadows brought by the golem have remained in the memories of all the native Nanling people, whether they are immortal species or short-lived species, or witnessed by themselves, or heard from other elders that those swordsmen who raised their hands and created the world, even powerful immortal species, could not break through the hard armor on their bodies, with infinite power and tireless steel killing machines.
Not only did the Silver Rose Lords of all generations remember the power of the Imperial Golemies Legion, but as a Nanling people, they were also subconsciously deifying these steel puppet legions. The name of the dragon-slaying hero in the Nanling mythology, "Aledot", is deeply the meaning of "golemies" in the Nanling language, also deeply marks this point.
Although Edhiel had not witnessed this golem that was rumored to be defeated by Eofeta, he later heard rumors from the maid of the Duke's mansion. So when he thought that this was the object defeated by the familiar maid, the feeling of anxiety and fear that had just risen in his heart was instantly calmed down.
So the golden pupils looked up at Krell and nodded.
Crael smiled and raised his head, turned to look at Yiwen Ian, and then saw that Yiwen Ian did not express his objection, he walked to a corner of the laboratory. It was not until this time that Edishil noticed the steel door hidden behind countless messy experimental instruments.
Following him and Ivan Ian to the door, Edishil heard a "hiss--" sound, like the door opened, and then she felt Ivan Ian's movement in front of her stiffened a little unnaturally.
The tall back of Yiwen Ian blocked his view, and Edishil could not see the situation behind the door, so he subconsciously tilted his head and moved one step sideways.
Then, she gasped gently.
"HC-XIII." Krell's voice was filled with a faint sympathy in his gentleness, "Someone has come to see you."
In the center of the laboratory, a huge vertical culture trough stood in it. In the dark green liquid, as it was disassembled and analyzed, it unfolded into a nebula three-dimensional rune array surrounding it, a golem's eye turned in the liquid and looked at the door among countless magic runes.
The pupils of the Void's construction were focused: "Confirm, Master Crair, there are three people who have not identified the target, apply for definition."
And what is connected to the eyeball of the building is a stolen one with only "core functions" left, and can barely recognize the prototype-