Secret Realm, the fourth floor of the Book Tower, in front of the messy workbench.

Tang Qi held a flint as red as blood in his hand, an antique from a distant empire that he had just obtained from the rich scumbag, Tom Holland, and it was also a strange object that most likely met his requirements.

Although he wanted to forge a weakened version of that legendary firearm, Tang Qi still suppressed the impulse.

Holding the "Dragon's Blood Flint", Tang Qi slowly closed his eyes and entered a meditative state.

A spiritual force began to slowly touch the flint.

The material plane did not change, but when Tang Qi's spiritual power shattered the hard shell that was enough to block the spirits of most transcendentals, it entered the depths of the flint.

Rumble!

The world, which was completely blood-red, suddenly opened up, enveloping Tang Qi's spiritual power.

In my mind, an astonishing sight exploded.

It was an active volcano, surrounded by almost endless primeval forest, and when the magma in the volcano finished flowing, it drifted with highly toxic ash and poisonous gas, and fell down, and it was at this moment that small black dots rushed out of the forest.

Amazingly, thousands of indigenous warriors in improvised armor, armed with spears with razor-sharp flint at the tip of their spears, were fighting against a monster much larger than a Saha-elephant in a volcanic cavern.

It resembles a giant lizard, but its entire body is dark red, with sharp bone spurs on its back, the rest of it is covered with scales, a huge, ugly head, and membranous wings that are more than ten meters long when they are spread.

"The Azte Dragon, in the Dark Ages, once lived in the southern part of the Federation and the peninsula further south, and possessed the blood of the ancient red dragon, but in the past few hundred years, it has suffered several catastrophes, among which the dragon slaying operation of the Azte Empire has caused the most damage. ”

"At the end of the Dark Age, the last Aztec dragon died at the hands of a navigator. ”

Tang Qi looked at the picture of the tragic war in his mind, and at the same time recalled the relevant transcendent information.

Although the Azte Poison Dragon is a powerful transcendent monster, they have inherited the power of their ancestors, they hardly need to practice, as long as they eat and sleep near the volcano, their strength is naturally stronger day by day, and the longer the dragon lives, the more terrifying its power becomes.

But at this time, the one that was besieged and killed was a young beast.

With its minions and some magical powers, it slaughtered thousands of natives to less than a thousand, but it also paid a huge price.

Tang Qi watched as its membranes were pierced, its abdomen and hips were filled with spears, the tips of spears smeared with special venom caused it great damage, and in desperation, it cast the last magic "Dragon's Blood Self-Detonation".

The power of the self-explosion reawakened the volcano that was about to fall asleep, and the forest was destroyed.

The only ones that survived were some hard antique artifacts, such as a deeply buried "Aztec Gold Coin" and a "flint spear tip" that pierced its heart.

"Roar!"

With a terrifying roar, an Azte poison dragon that seemed to have come to life appeared in Tang Qi's mind, it seemed to follow Tang Qi's spiritual power, wanting to enter his mind and rampage.

It's a pity that before it succeeds, the majestic spiritual power rushes over like a flood, but when he hears a "pop", the poisonous dragon phantom is directly washed back into the flint, and Tang Qi opens his eyes without hindrance.

"Very strong evil thoughts, even after a long period of time, they have not been washed away, and they are very similar to the blood of the demon dragon in Blood Python No. 1. ”

Tang Qi's gaze fell on the flint, and a look of anticipation appeared on his face.

Compared to the "Stone of Vallarta", this dragon's blood flint is obviously more suitable.

However, the heart is heartbeat, and Tang Qi did not start casting immediately.

Instead, he put away the materials first, took a trip to Esmeralda's material warehouse, unceremoniously took a large pile, and left a "gold Azite coin" as a supplement, and then began to practice a lot.

Casting!

The progress of this skill is now about five percent.

It is a little far from the requirement to carry out the first official casting of strange objects.

Tang Qi used a large amount of materials to accumulate progress.

As he entered the state of casting, all kinds of delicate or useless gadgets and strange things were quickly born.

His progress began to skyrocket.

After a day and a night, Tang Qi stopped and threw a five-pointed star charm in his hand on the workbench, its function was "telephony", two-way, and dozens of similar charms were piled up on one side.

His progress had stalled, and crafting similar low-level artifacts would not allow his progress to continue to rise.

"Twenty percent!"

The new progress came into view, and Tang Qi nodded faintly.

"Let's get started!"

He should have rested and meditated for a while, but at this time, he was in a fiery state and did not want to stop, grabbed the gluttony, and poured it on the workbench.

The waterfall of materials spilled, and Tang Qi moved.

Promoted to the professional level, coupled with the transformation brought about by Chaga's fighting technique, Tang Qi's physical body is very different from that of ordinary transcendents, and it is almost the same as that of monsters.

His hands were like phantoms, fused with the power of the furnace's fire spell, bursting into a scorching, magical wave of flames.

The boiling wind blows in all directions, turning the workbench area into a world of flames.

Time passed quickly, and the magic power overflowing from Tang Qi's body reached its peak.

In the center, he held the "Dragon's Blood Flint" tightly in his palm, and below it was a black-red vortex.

Inside, fragments of light and shadow continue to emerge, broken and reassembled.

It was also a war that was vaguely visible, and a large number of adventurers were encircling a dark demon dragon, which was constantly struggling and killing, but could not stop the departure of the life force, just as the demon dragon raised its head and let out a terrifying roar, about to release a powerful magic attack.

In Tang Qi's palm, the magic of the furnace that had never been seen before surged, and the hard flint that had been the tip of the spear melted.

A drop of red, viscous blood, dripping down.

In the blood, the evil thoughts of the Aztec dragon are roaring.

As if sensing something, the eyes of the two evil dragons reflected each other's figures at the same time.

......

Bang!

In the school, where morning classes were taking place, all the students and teachers heard a deafening explosion.

When they left the classroom, they immediately saw that the fourth floor of the library tower seemed to have been blasted, and the terrible flames and violent air currents broke through the magic defenses, blasting the fourth floor into a huge gap, and in the surging fireworks, a stream of black and fiery red entanglement was about to shoot out, fleeing to the secret border.

At that moment, an angry shout came.

The black-ash palm jerked out and grabbed the streamer directly.

The fire flashed, but he saw a strange pistol, which was held by Tang Qi.

This pistol is a little smaller than the previous "Blood Python No. 1", with a pitch-black background, two completely different, but both with ominous runes, extending from the handle of the gun, entangled with each other until it reaches the muzzle.

Anyone, even an ordinary human with fragile perception, would feel the violent and ominous aura in it the moment they saw it, and the terrible evil thoughts seemed to be about to erupt at any time.

Just when the students were surprised by this scene, the "gun" in Tang Qi's hand, without warning, erupted with evil thoughts, and two clear evil dragon roars resounded throughout the school.

In the sound of "click", the pistol instantly changed to another form, and on the body of the gun, black and red scales rolled out, like a bursting dragon body, expanding at least several times, enough to stuff into a fist, and the black muzzle was aimed at Tang Qi.

"I ...... Boom!"

Before Tang Qi could scold after being stunned, bullets made up entirely of violent magic began to blast towards his skull.

Can't hide!

The frightened thought exploded in Tang Qi's mind.

Then, there was the rage.

The blood flowing in his body boiled suddenly, and the furnace magic that burst more than ever before was surging out like magma, and after being promoted to the professional level, he released all the furnace magic for the first time.

Boom! Boom!

The fireworks that have not yet subsided are immediately rising.

The scorching air formed by the flames of the explosion swept away like a tide, and before Eva and the other teachers were about to make a move, the terrifying pistol that had finished the bullet still maintained its strange form, it seemed to have given up on escaping, but kept roaring, and the black muzzle began to aim at the students below.

As the exclamations rang out, a palm completely enveloped in flames pierced through the smoke and slammed into the muzzle of the pistol.

On the palm of his hand, the arm that was also wrapped in flames, abnormal muscles began to bulge, and the power of rage was brewing.

"Roar!

When the dragon's roar sounded again, a majestic force that it could not resist erupted, surging like a tsunami, as if pinching its neck, and then slamming it into the ground.

Bang!

Like a meteorite falling, smoke and flames erupt at the same time, and inside, there is anger, but the sound with a fixed rhythm keeps coming.

"Bang bang bang ......!"

The students, who were still frightened at first, suddenly realized something, and their faces flashed with strange and excited colors.

Closer, in addition to the rhythmic thuds, there are mutters of exasperation and fainter roars.

When the smoke cleared, the sound of the dragon disappeared.

Inside a large pit, their beloved Mr. Headmaster was naked, revealing almost perfect muscle lines, and holding the strange pistol in his hand, which could be seen to have returned to its original form, dark and cold, with a chilling and violent aura.

It's just that there are many scars on the gun, and it looks like it has been ravaged for a while.

"Don't be nervous, it's just a small accident. ”

Tang Qi said to the students and teachers who gathered around as he draped his tattered wizard robe over his body.

Their gaze, without exception, fell on the pistol.

Most of the boys looked at it with envy and longing in their eyes.

Tang Qi spread it out, a trace of shame on his face, but a surprise that could not be concealed appeared in his eyes.

"Its name is ...... The dragon roars!"