Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death

"Buzz~buzz~"

Mo Fan's phone vibrated in his pocket, and he asked with a hint of envy, "Is it your little girlfriend again?"

Bocheng is now allowing people to leave but not enter, so Jiang Shaoxu calls every day to inquire about the situation, making all the single people envious.

"No." Xu Fang looked at the contact name with some surprise; the caller was Zhan Kong.

Zhan Kong has been incredibly busy these past few days, working non-stop and practically spinning like a top, yet he still has time to call himself?

Xu Fang answered the phone: "Commander, you were looking for me?"

"Come to Xuefeng Mountain right away, someone wants to see you."

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Xuefeng Mountain was turned into ruins by a demonic calamity.

Amidst the ruins, the military managed to clear a space to use as a temporary meeting room.

When Xu Fang came in, there were two people standing in the room. The one with a stubble beard and a haggard look was Zhan Kong.

The other person was wearing a military green short-sleeved summer uniform, with black hair and beard, a large, square face, and most strikingly, his eyes, which were sharp as swords.

His right hand was fiddling with two black iron balls. The iron balls looked familiar; they were the second-generation bomb-filled candies.

In this person's hands, the two sandwich candies were coiled together obediently, like walnuts that an old man was playing with.

suddenly!

This surge of demonic energy actually triggered the bomb's activation array!

The movement was so fast that Xu Fang didn't even have time to react. He only heard a loud "BOOM!!!" and then... that was it?

The bomb's shockwave was actually extinguished by force!

Xu Fang almost blurted out "Holy crap!" What kind of ruthless person is this? Others might hold firecrackers at most, but this guy is holding a bomb?

This is a second-generation bomb! A small servant will die if hit by it, and even a senior servant will be injured. A general might not be seriously wounded, but he will at least cry out in pain.

But you look like nothing happened?

"Its power is considerable." The black-bearded man spread his palms, and Xu Fang's emotions, which had just calmed down, were once again shocked.

—The other candy, with a thin golden film on its outer layer, lay quietly in the black-bearded man's palm, serene and peaceful, as if the explosion just now had nothing to do with it.

Is this... the Holy Shield?

What incredible control!

This person's understanding of magical energy and light magic is incredibly profound.

Xu Fang could barely manage it by gritting his teeth, but it was nowhere near as easy and effortless as what this person did.

Judging from his appearance and his skillful manipulation of light-based micro-management, Xu Fang roughly knew his identity... It was unbelievable that a powerhouse of this caliber would come to Bo City.

"Want to learn? I'll teach you." The black-bearded man looked at Xu Fang, a smile appearing on his serious face: "Let me introduce myself, my name is Hua Zhanhong."

really!

Hua Zhanhong is the commander of the Southern Army and also Zhan Kong's teacher.

There aren't many people in the world with a long shelf life. Many big shots who were awesome in the early stages don't even deserve to have their names anymore in the later stages. Typical examples are Yang Zuohe from Bocheng, and several members of the National Team.

But Hua Zhanhong is different.

From his very first appearance, this person was synonymous with "powerful" and "impressive".

—This world is not like the previous one. Human survival is already precarious. We have to use every means at our disposal. How can we hide so many things?

There are many scumbags in the world, but there are also many respectable people. Hua Zhanhong is naturally one of them, and a very important one at that.

"Chief Hua." Xu Fang rarely treated someone with such respect.

Hua Zhanhong: "Xu Fang, I've been following you for a long time. Zhan Kong reported your performance to me the other day, and it was very good! You were a real man!"

"The situation is critical. We can't just watch people get eaten by demons for supper," Xu Fang said modestly.

"Hmph! The Southern Ridge Demon Wolf clan has become increasingly arrogant these past few years, despite our lack of attention." Hua Zhanhong said coldly, "I'll visit them later."

Visiting other people's homes...

Xu Fang couldn't help but mourn for the poor wolf kings.

“There’s one more thing,” Hua Zhanhong said. “I came here specifically to see you about bombs. I wanted to hear your advice as the inventor.”

"In the past year, the bombs you invented have been deployed throughout the army, making a huge contribution to the country's defense capabilities. We old guys all know this."

Internationally, many countries and organizations are paying close attention to bombs. The Magic Associations of the Five Continents have consulted with us, requesting that we share our bombs for use in combating demons.

Zhan Kong couldn't help but interject, "Why should we give away our things without expecting anything in return? Why haven't we ever seen them bring out their own good stuff before?"

Although there is no longer war between humans in this world, open and covert struggles continue.

Zhan Kong was a member of the National Government Team before, and traveled to various countries, seeing through the double standards of these people.

He said excitedly, "More than ten years ago, the Bell Tower Magic Association reported to the Magic Associations of the Five Continents, hoping that Egypt would increase its exports of necromancers, but the request was rejected."

A few days ago, our city of Bo requested assistance from the nuns at the Parthenon to heal the seriously injured civilians, but there has been no response yet!

Teacher, I could give you many more examples like this!

They used to say that we should respect and understand them, and that private resources are above all else.

And now? They're talking about uniting as one to fight demons again?

Zhan Kong had no goodwill towards these people and became more and more agitated as he spoke.

"Control your emotions." Hua Zhanhong frowned slightly, and Zhan Kong shut his mouth and stopped talking, but his eyes were still full of resentment.

Just then, Xu spoke up.

"Chief Hua," Xu Fang said, looking at the two men, "I think this is something we can do."

Zhan Kong: "!!!???"

Chapter 84 Export Bomb?

"No, they're clearly here to take advantage of us. We can't let this opportunity pass!"

Upon hearing Xu Fang's words, Zhan Kong was taken aback at first, and then objected.

"Shut up." Hua Zhanhong said succinctly, then looked at Xu Fang: "Tell me, what are you thinking?"

Xu Fang did not answer directly, but said, "Now that the bombs have been planted all over the country, it is only a matter of time before the outside world wants to get them. We can't stop them—in fact, they already have them now."

Hua Zhanhong nodded slightly.

The more delicious the soup, the more likely it is to contain rat droppings.

"Obtaining bombs is easy, but acquiring the technology to make them is much more difficult."

Xu Fang analyzed, "Both generations of bombs detonate by inputting magical energy. If someone wants to disassemble the bomb to see its internal structure, they will inevitably need to use magical energy, and then..."

He made a "bang" gesture.

Hua Zhanhong looked at the sandwich candy in his hand. The outer shell was crafted by a blacksmith, and there wasn't a single gap in it. It was definitely impossible to pry it open.

It can only use magic energy, but as soon as magic energy is input, it will explode, and the core magic array inside will also be reduced to ashes.

It's almost unsolvable.

—In fact, not to mention outsiders, even the blacksmiths who make bombs are now wearing full-on armor and magic gear, for fear of getting themselves killed while making a bomb.

Hua Zhanhong said, "So, as long as we don't give it to them, the outside world definitely won't be able to get this technology?"

“Not necessarily,” Xu Fang said. “They can bribe or even kidnap blacksmiths. In the face of huge profits, there is never any fairness or justice.”

Hua Zhanhong said, "You don't need to worry about that. No one will leak it."

What Xu Fang didn't know was that bombs had been listed as a key national project and even considered as one of the potential pillar industries in future wars.

Leaking bomb-making techniques is a crime of treason.

Xu Fang laughed and said, "That's why I said that exporting bombs is urgent. First, it can shut up outsiders, demonstrate the responsibility and positive image of a major power, and at the same time, it can enhance our voice in the magic associations of the five continents."

Hua Zhanhong remained silent. The first point was meaningless; most diplomats would like it, but it held little appeal for him, the head of the military.

"Secondly, this can effectively curb the development of foreign bomb technology."

Zhan Kong was completely bewildered and subconsciously asked, "Suppress? We've already got the stuff, how can we suppress it?"

This question is... a sure thing, Zhan Kong is definitely a native of the magical plane.

Any time traveler knows that exporting high-tech products is a foolish and inefficient method that can only bring temporary glory, but will lead to endless regret later.

What is the correct approach?

Export products, but control the source of resources and technology!

“We can claim that the materials needed for the bombs all come from the undead of the ancient capital. Living materials have too much magical energy and are prone to self-destruction. Also, we shouldn’t sell the bombs too expensive, around 20,000 to 30,000 each!” Xu Fang said, “If they are too expensive, it will force them to develop their own. They might just figure it out.”

Hua Zhanhong couldn't help but ask, "Then... what if their government takes the lead in developing it?"

"So what? How much do their bombs cost? How much do ours cost? Why would you choose to buy your own garbage, counterfeit goods when you have cheap and reliable Chinese products to choose from?"

Xu Fang answered matter-of-factly, unaware that the expressions in Hua Zhanhong and Zhan Kong's eyes had changed.

Zhan Kong muttered, "How shameless, but I like it so much."

“What are you saying!” Hua Zhanhong corrected: “This is wisdom…it’s breathtaking. I never expected that you would not only be talented in cultivation, combat awareness, forging, and command, but also an expert in business.”

"The third point, and the most practical one," Xu Fang said, "If you want our things, you should at least show some sincerity."

Love requires a two-way journey!

Not giving?

Please have a sliver of hope; the number of bombs is limited. Even if we wanted to support your anti-demon cause, we simply lack the resources...

Hua Zhanhong took a deep breath: "I'll arrange for someone to gather information on their possible 'sincerity' right away, and you can help me assess it then."

"No problem!" Xu Fang readily agreed.

"I have another question," Zhan Kong said. "These lunatics can't be judged by common sense!"

Xu Fang said, "First of all, we must take strict precautions. Secondly, manufacturing a large number of bombs will inevitably require a large amount of raw materials, which will cause quite a stir, giving us the perfect opportunity to wipe them out in one fell swoop!"