It took Brad one night to create the magic Gatling, and even a batch of bullets.

It's just that Gatling consumes too much bullets.

Brad discovered that although he could use fire-based magic to make a simple magic array and produce bullets in batches, after testing, his magic Gatling could shoot 180 bullets a minute.

And the process of each bullet, in addition to the metal eggshell and the one-time miniature burst magic array at the tail of the eggshell, also add some explosive alchemy materials to the bullet, so that the bullet can meet its basic range requirements.

But such a bullet requires a lot of materials to make a batch, but it is consumed very quickly.

The next day, throughout the day, Brad woke up in the middle of the day, pondering how to improve his bullets.

According to what I knew in the world before I crossed over, the rate of fire of my magic Gatling was 180 bullets a minute, which was not very fast, although it was already very powerful in the wizarding world.

Ten minutes of firing takes 1,800 bullets.

It's not that I can't make 1,800 bullets, the problem is that 1,800 bullets are too heavy, and with the weight of the magic gatling, I made a special box by myself, so that this magic weapon and bullets can be loaded.

By the time Brad had put everything in order, it was already late at night.

Placing his newly made big box of secret weapons next to the bed, Brad was able to sleep peacefully.

In the early morning of the next day, the sun was shining brightly, and the birds were already singing outside the window.

Brad, who was lying on the large bed in Mary Fison's bedroom, was still asleep, although some organs had been awakened.

Meanwhile, in the distant dawn skyline, a huge black crow flew back with Mary Fisen alone.

Mary Fisen looked at her daughter's playground and saw that the witchers were still beating the third level, and they were still trying to get through it at full speed.

Mary Fisen felt that before she left, these witchers, although they were not strong, would at least find a way to get through.

Why did he leave home for a few days, send his daughter to his sister's side, and when he came back, how could these witchers not even have an IQ?

Are IQs all consumables now?

Mary Fisen shook her head, not understanding how these humans could be so stupid, and flew back to her castle.

The crow hovered over the castle, and Mary Fisen jumped off the crow and landed on the balcony of her bedroom.

Pulling open the balcony door, Mary Ficent, who had been on the road for two days, breathed a sigh of relief and was finally going back to her home.

However, as soon as his feet stepped on the blanket, suddenly a stream of water burst out from under his feet, enveloping his whole body.

Mary Fisen was amazed, although all the traps in her castle were made by her daughter, but her daughter can only use fire magic!

How can there be a little surprise of water magic?

However, at the next moment, a raging fire was released around him, dispersing the flowing water.

A flame burst out from behind him, blasting itself out of the door with a thud.

At the same time, Brad, who had been splashed in bed with a splash in his face, also woke up.

After all, in the room where I was sleeping, there was a splash of water and a raging fire, how could I not do it.

However, just as Brad sat up, he heard the sound of ping-pong getting farther and farther away from outside the house.

At this moment, Mary Fisson had just been shaken out by the flames that exploded behind her, and then Mary Fison, who had just been blasted out of the doorway, stepped on a blanket.

Another water-based spell sent itself flying and slamming down the stairs.

Then, accidentally stepping on a step, a flame bursts out.

Mary Fisen was swept by the water and flames, from the fifth floor to the fourth floor, and to the third floor.

Fortunately, Mary Fisen panicked and reached out to grab a small wooden ball on the handrail of the stairs.

Of these little wooden balls, only a few are traps, and the others are fine.

The little wooden ball that I grabbed now is a safe little wooden ball.

However, in the next moment, the small wooden ball exploded, and his whole person was blown up from the stairs on the third floor to the stairs on the second floor.

Then, another flame exploded.

Finally, when he had just landed on the first floor, a strong stream of water sprayed wildly towards him.

Mary Ficent's whole body was sprayed directly to the gate of the castle.

With a bang, the door was slammed open, and Mary Ficent sat at the door of the castle, looking shocked and embarrassed.

"Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on in my castle!?"

With a roar from Mary Fison, the ice bucket at the gate of the castle slammed.

Mary Fisen shuddered, and then the bucket slammed into her head.

When Maryfison lifted the bucket from her head and threw it aside, she noticed that in the middle of the courtyard, a crow covered in pumpkins and corn and peas was lying on the ground, dying.

At this time, Brad and the surprised dog baby walked down the stairs to the first floor.

"Aunt Mary Fison, are you back? I'm Brad Chadson, and we met four years ago. ”

Mary Fisen thought that everyone was trapped in the third level, but she didn't expect that someone rushed to her home.

"I can't believe that you are so capable at such a young age that you can rush into my castle. But unfortunately, when you come today, you are a sheep in the mouth of a tiger. ”

Mary Fisen said, raising her hand and summoning her crow-headed staff directly from the air and holding it in her hand.

When Brad saw this scene, his heart moved.

Summon weapons in hand!

If you can master this magic, you won't have to worry about the magic Gatling carrying around.

However, in the air around him at this moment, the dark element continued to condense.

"Aunt Mary Fison, don't be impulsive, you listen to my explanation, everything is a misunderstanding."

Mary Fison glared at Brad and thought of how pitiful she was when she had been abandoned by Jill Chadson.

"Ahh

Mary Fison rubbed her nose and yelled at Brad, "Misunderstanding? Do you think it's a misunderstanding to enter my castle without permission and use magic traps against you? ”

Brad nodded righteously, "I think so." ”

After speaking, Brad also glanced at the dog baby on the side.

The dog baby looked confused and didn't know what to say.

Brad shook his head, the dog's understanding is far from the iron pillar.

If this is an iron pillar, I said that my aunt is only sixteen this year, and the iron pillar can nod along with it.

"Auntie, don't be impulsive, impulsiveness is the devil!"

"Impulse isn't the devil, I am!" Mary Fisen burst into a shout, and the dark elements in the air condensed into a dark bear, which rushed towards Brad.

Luckily, when Brad went downstairs, he brought his big box of magic gatling with him.

The first step is to open the box.

The second step is to take out the Gatling.

The third step is to ......