Early the next morning, I arrived outside the gate of the Phyllis Academy of Magic with the equipment I had made yesterday.

After checking the gear on my back again and making sure it was tightly tied, I took a few steps forward and jumped off the cliff with a light leap.

In his left hand, he holds the transmitter of the spring-loaded mechanism, aiming it at the cliff wall.

With a snap of the index finger, a steel wire shot out.

As the wire is gradually tightened, the body is centered on the barb connected to the wire, and crosses a semicircle, falling vertically to moving laterally.

When the other switch is pressed, the barb on the arrow is retracted, and the arrow loosens and falls out with the centripetal force generated by the movement of its body.

With the pull of the middle finger, the steel wire is quickly retracted, and the delay switch of the magic machine installed in the spring spring mechanism is turned on, and the loose spring spring is automatically wound.

The index finger pressed the second launch switch side by side, and the other wire was shot out, and the body continued to move sideways against the cliff.

After repeating this dozens of times, I managed to land on a platform at the bottom of a cliff.

Well, the spring-wound mechanism does a good job, and it would be perfect if it could be reduced a little bit.

I looked at the spring-loaded mechanism tied to my waistband and thought.

Although the motive has been made as small as possible, it still occupies a large part of the volume.

It's not that we can't continue to miniaturize the motive, it's that the materials can't support it.

If it is made smaller, this small magic machine is in danger of disintegrating directly as the magic motive operates, after all, the small structural parts cannot support the excessive force.

As a result, the spring-spring mechanism became more bulky and, of course, heavier.

The interior of the final version of the spring spring mechanism, in addition to some elaborate switching mechanisms, is divided into three main parts, the steel wires that are connected to the transmitter and are wound together, the spring that is wound after being tightened, and the new magic motive.

There's no way to shrink these things anymore, wait, why should I think about how to shrink?

I can do away with the clockwork springs and rely on the power of the magic motive.

As long as you adjust the running rate of the magic motive, it can completely replace the spring spring, why didn't I think of it yesterday?

It must be that I've had too much to think about lately, not that I'm getting stupid, it must be that way!

While anesthetizing himself, he looked at the platform.

Well, this is a good location to install a bracket here.

As long as the geological conditions here are stable enough, check first.

Take out the equipment you are carrying, unfold it, and load it into the core.

At the flip of the switch, a portable drill bit began to hum.

Oh, hehehe, my drill is big enough to break through the sky.

Standing firm, holding the handle tightly with both hands, the drill bit began to drill down at a rapid pace.

After only a few tens of centimeters of drilling, the surface layer of soil was dug through, revealing the hard rock below.

Hey, the rock geology looks like it should be very stable, as long as the foundation is dug deep enough, it is absolutely stable.

This position can be set up with a bracket, write it down first.

Pull out the parchment from the small backpack behind your back and make a note of the location.

When I was done, I turned on the spring-wound mechanism and continued to swing towards the next position where it seemed possible to set up a stand.

For the whole morning, I was swinging up and down the entire hillside.

Although I was pulled by a spring-wound mechanism for most of the journey, I was very tired.

Towards noon, I landed at the foot of the hill at Phyllis College and sat down on a stone block to rest.

"No, this strange terrain, the ropeway can't be stretched into a straight line." I pulled out my parchment and muttered to myself as I looked at the terrain on the steep hillside. "If that's not possible, we can only build a few high platforms in these locations, and then build supports on them, but then the amount of work is very exaggerated."

"Forget it, it's not me who pays for it anyway, it's up to the wealthy Phyllis Academy of Magic to decide." I folded the parchment paper and put it in my backpack.

After a while, I will go to the college to check the geology of the location where the high platform is likely to be built, and then go back to the college for lunch.

I pulled out my kettle and thought as I sipped.

Well, there is danger? Rear!!

Dou Qi blessing open!

Without thinking about it, an accelerated rush.

Pull out a rectangular cylinder from the back, pull out the magic wire, and attach the portable drill bit you are carrying.

Then turn on the switch of the portable drill magic array.

As the magic array inside the portable drill bit operated, the magic array burned on the rectangular cylinder held in his hand began to be full of magic and gradually lit up.

After running a few dozen meters away, I turned around and looked at the man in black who appeared behind me out of thin air.

It's strange, I obviously confirmed that there shouldn't be anyone around.

So where did this guy come from?

Wearing such a conspicuous black night suit in broad daylight, I would never have failed to see it with my vision.

Could this thing be invisible?

"Who are you?" I stared coldly at the man in black who appeared where I had just been.

"Interesting, I didn't expect you to notice that I just leaked a little bit of killing intent." The masked man in black looked at me with eyes staring at his prey.

"You want to kill me?" I grinned. "Who do you think you are?"

"Arrogant little girl, remember for me that the person who is going to kill you is" The idiot had not finished speaking, and with a piercing tearing sound, his head turned into a bloody mist.

"The villain dies of talking too much."

After glancing at the skill points in the system bar and confirming that the skill points had increased, I said coldly.

After confirming that this guy was an enemy, I acted decisively so that I wouldn't make any more mess.

Just when this idiot was talking nonsense, the magic circuit in my hand was fully charged and all lit up.

Pull the trigger with your right hand.

The magic power in the magic circuit is burned into the magic array inside, which is instantly converted into electricity.

The electric current passes through the wire that I have wound in a rectangular barrel to form a magnetic field.

As the electric current passes through the projectile inside, a huge amount of force is generated, pushing the projectile out of the projectile.

Well, that's a small electromagnetic cannon.

The projectile that has been installed inside in advance is simply two conductive metal blocks together, with a long iron nail with a tail fin sandwiched in the middle, and under the action of electric current and magnetic force, it instantly accelerates to the point that it is undetectable, and it is very fast anyway.

After this combined projectile leaves the acceleration trajectory, due to the design, the two conductive metal blocks supporting the iron nail will automatically separate due to air resistance, leaving only the iron nail sandwiched in the middle to move towards the target at a rapid pace.

During the test of the Demon Creation Society, this electromagnetic cannon easily pierced through a 1 cm thick steel plate.

It's not unusual for this arrogant idiot to not even open his vindictive body, and he was shot in the head on the spot.

The electromagnetic cannon made in order to prevent being chased by a seventh-order master a few days ago was unexpectedly used so quickly.

Shaking his head helplessly, he stepped forward to look through the items that the idiot was carrying.

Five gold coins?

How poor!

My portrait?

Please, am I so ugly, tear up!

Hey, this is the sign of the Killer Society?

I found a matte black metal badge that I held in front of my eyes and looked at.

Looks like someone is killing people who will buy my life.

Who is it?

PS: Yesterday I probably fell into a burnout period, and I didn't want to write anything, so I decided to send out the manuscript for a day off, and find some movies or something to relax. As a result, I subconsciously opened the codeword software, and in an instant, 100,000 grass and mud horses galloped past in my heart.