Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death

The two of them were simply surprised, but Zhan Kong's expression was one of shock, his gaze constantly shifting between "Flame" and Xu Fang's golden hair.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately fell silent, his chest heaving rapidly.

On Xu Fang's side, the golden stars, bathed in abundant magical energy, happily slid down the star trails Xu Fang had constructed.

He could feel that the iron-skinned corpse's skin was like clay, which he could manipulate at will.

Soon, a black sphere was completed, fitted with a magic stone for power supply, and Xu Fang placed it in front of everyone.

"Please enjoy."

"Is this the end?"

Everyone was dumbfounded. They couldn't believe that something capable of blowing up a room, something that even ordinary shield magic couldn't withstand, was placed in front of them in less than five minutes.

"Give it a try," Xu Fang suggested.

Shi Zheng reached out, grabbed the bomb, and infused it with a gentle stream of magical energy.

Glug glug...

The black sphere trembled, emitting a series of boiling sounds, and Shi Zheng subconsciously threw it away.

boom! ! ! ! ! !

The poor laboratory, before it could even lick its wounds, was subjected to a second, inhumane torment.

"Radiant Shield!"

Shi Zheng immediately raised his shield, protecting everyone behind him. The explosion did not cause any damage to the Holy Shield, but his eyes were wide open, as if his brain had been blown out.

"How powerful is it?" Flying Horn asked eagerly.

"Fire burns, bones are scorched..."

"what?"

"I say, the power of this thing is no less than that of Fire-Scorching Bones!" Shi Zheng squeezed out the words one by one.

If someone told him that a broken iron ball was as powerful as a fire-breathing, bone-burning attack, he would go up and smash it into his groin without saying a word.

But the facts are clear: the broken iron ball was made on the spot, and he even lit it himself.

He has to believe it whether he wants to or not!

The two Kuomintang agents exchanged a glance, and Fei Jiao grabbed Yi Ping, demanding, "How much did all these materials cost?!"

Yi Ping was already short, and when Fei Jiao pulled him so hard that his toes couldn't even touch the ground, but he didn't dare to get angry, so he could only honestly say, "If we only consider the materials, it's very cheap, ten thousand is enough."

Boom!

Feijiao instinctively let go, and Yiping fell and grimaced.

"Ten thousand?"

"If I remember correctly, the outer skin of the iron-skinned corpse is not valuable; what is valuable is its essence. Iron-skinned corpses that cannot produce essence will be purified in a unified manner."

Zhan Kong suddenly said, "If these things could also be utilized, then the cost..."

Their breathing suddenly became rapid.

It usually takes a fire mage three years of effort to successfully unleash the Fire Bone Burning spell.

Now, it only takes an ordinary blacksmith, less than half an hour, and a cost of a few thousand dollars to do it!

This is simply... simply... simply amazing!

Chapter 36 The stars hold the moon

The proportions of gunpowder were probably posted at a street corner and were common knowledge. After all, it was something we learned in elementary school textbooks: one part saltpeter, two parts sulfur, and three parts charcoal.

The principle is simple: the energy and gas produced by intense combustion cannot dissipate quickly, and their volume expands within a limited space, causing pressure and leading to an explosion.

However, Xu Fang naturally couldn't explain it with such non-magical science, or he would easily be crushed by a few overly excited big shots.

“I am the son of a military magistrate. When my parents passed away, I was powerless and could only watch their lives slip away.”

Xu Fangxian used the sacrifice of his two parents to seize the high ground in public opinion.

Sure enough, Feijiao and Zhankong's expressions immediately softened.

Especially Zhan Kong, he remembered that year when he lost his lover and was chased to a small southern town like a mangy stray dog.

If it weren't for the support and encouragement from his subordinates, including Xu Fang's parents, he would probably still be wasting his life in despair.

“Training a qualified novice mage takes several years and requires a huge amount of resources. Demons, on the other hand, can easily kill several mages of the same level in just a few months, or even a few weeks!”

"This imbalance has caused us great suffering in the long-term tug-of-war."

"Although elemental species and magical artifacts can narrow these gaps, they are too expensive. Especially ordinary magical artifacts, which blacksmiths disdain to make and ordinary mages cannot afford."

Standing to the side, Yi Ping awkwardly touched his nose; he was the type who specialized in the high-end market.

"At that time, I wondered if there was a cheap and easy-to-use magical tool to fill this gap?"

Xu Fang felt the atmosphere was ready, and his voice gradually rose in pitch.

"Now there is!"

"I drew inspiration from Fireburst. When Fireburst is released, the fire element around the skill is drawn out, forming a blank area. Magic energy can only be compressed within this area. When the critical point is reached, it explodes instantly, causing damage."

"I first reinforced the outer shell of the iron-skinned corpse with a sturdy magic array to simulate the confinement of the blank area. The decomposition and combustion magic arrays engraved inside release the energy of the magic stone to the maximum extent."

"Success in one fell swoop!"

"I named it 'Bomb,' which means 'one-time ignition and explosion'!"

His eyes were firm, his voice was strong, he was concerned about the country and its people, and he was full of passion and enthusiasm. The audience listened to him as if he were drinking fine wine.

"it is good!"

Zhan Kong was the first to applaud: "As expected of someone from our Southern Army, you really have some skills!"

Feijiao, who had been smiling at first, couldn't hold back when he heard this: "Southern Military Headquarters? Xu Fang is now a member of the Central Military Headquarters!"

Zhan Kong cursed, "Nonsense, when did a student like him join the Central Military Headquarters?"

"He's a sophomore in high school this year, and all the sophomores in the ancient capital belong to the Central Military Headquarters!" Fei Jiao said, his voice both righteous and arrogant: "This is the one you entrusted to me, and you want to go back on your word?"

"How dare you say that? You didn't even answer my calls, leaving him homeless. He's just a child!"

Although everyone was shameless, Zhan Kong was clearly superior. Despite his unshaven face, he managed to squeeze out two tears, looking as if he was heartbroken and couldn't breathe.

If Zhan Kong hadn't gone so many days without making a single phone call, Xu Fang would have actually believed it.

"Little brother, little brother!"

Shi Zheng pulled Xu Fang over, his face beaming with a smile: "You've awakened elemental magic, haven't you? What a coincidence, I've also awakened elemental magic. Maybe we were family five hundred years ago!"

He lowered his voice and said, "Don't listen to those two's nonsense. How much money do you make as a soldier? Here's what I'll do: I'll introduce you to Chairman Han Ji, and I guarantee you'll soar to great heights."

"Superficial! Vulgar!"

Zhan Kong, who had good hearing, pointed at Shi Zheng and cursed, "All you know is making money. Is being a mage just for money?"

"Money isn't everything, but you can't do anything without it." Shi Zheng sneered, "I can give you a magical armor set right now as a lab coat, can you do that?"

Zhan Kong was speechless for a moment.

He's a penniless wretch; let alone armor or magical artifacts, even getting him the cheapest shield would be like cutting off his own flesh.

But even in defeat, one cannot back down, and one cannot resort to unreasonable arguments: "I'm not going to talk to you, I'll report this directly to our Chinese military leader and have him come and tell you!"

“Me too, I’ll report this to our General Jiang!” Fei Jiao said from the side.

It was Shi Zheng's turn to curse.

You two shameless soldiers, are you trying to pull this trick on me?

"You two come with me." He dragged Zhan Kong and Fei Jiao away, leaving Xu Fang and Yi Ping staring at each other.

Xu Fang said, "Master Yi..."

"No, no, no, just call me Xiao Yi." Yi Ping quickly waved his hand.

"...I'll call you Lao Yi. How's the repair of my magical artifact going?"

"Tomorrow! Before lunch, I'll bring it to you!" Yi Ping smiled like a chrysanthemum: "This is my number. You can just call me to repair or buy magical tools in the future, it's just a matter of one sentence!"

Although Xu Fang is only seventeen years old.

Although Xu Fang is only a second-year high school student.

Even the blindest person could see that this student was destined for greatness.

Even if he does nothing else for the rest of his life, his contribution to the world of bombs alone will be enough to earn him a place in the history of magic!

The two chatted for a while, and then Zhan Kong and the other two returned.

Before they left, they were glaring at each other and almost came to blows, but when they came back, they were all smiles and friendly, like brothers. I wonder what kind of shady deal they struck.

Xu Fang despised these three gay men from the bottom of his heart.

"Brother, you can stay here without worry. Remember to report to the Southern Army Headquarters after the college entrance exam." Zhan Kong patted Xu Fang's shoulder affectionately.

Feijiao slapped his hand away: "We'll talk about the future later. Come on, let me tell you about the military training..."

"What's so great about military training? Little brother, try on this armor and see if it fits."

Shi Zheng chuckled and took out a magical armor, its bright silver luster dazzling the eye.

Xu Fang was the center of attention, while Yi Ping became a pathetic tool, wielding tools and doing the work of an intern, replicating a whole bunch of bombs.

Zhan Kong and his two companions each took several samples and left in a hurry before dawn.

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The next few days were peaceful.

The three big shots, along with an even bigger big shot behind them, reached an agreement to suppress the news of the bomb invention for Xu Fang's safety.

There's no need to publicize it at this stage; we'll announce it when the time is right.

Bombs also need to be tested in practice to find a suitable range between power, cost, and mass production speed. The emergence of new things must go through this process.

All those who knew about the incident, including Yi Ping, the two judges (one old and one young), and even the bearded man who caused trouble that day, were invited to the courtroom for a chat.