"General......" Colonel Frell patted General Fritz on the shoulder.

General Fritz slowly relieved himself from his excitement, he smiled at Colonel Freyr, refreshed his appearance a little, and then said to everyone: "Gentlemen, the empire has been defeated one after another in recent decades, and the former number one power on the continent is no longer in its glory, if it were not for Your Majesty's timely reversal of the decline ten years ago, I am afraid that the Ottomans would have fallen out of the ranks of the four great empires."

Now the Franks in the west are ready to move, the Southern ISA Alliance is back, and the most terrible thing is that the Twenty-Three Kingdoms in the North have ended the century-old civil war and reunited.

The nascent Slavic Empire was three times its size, and if they annexed fifteen small states in the buffer zone, they would have completely suppressed the empire.

The empire seems to be peaceful, but in fact it is full of crises, and all the burdens are on our shoulders. Today, we have the Destruction Suit, and I dare not say that it will be able to sweep the seas, but the crisis of the Empire will be greatly alleviated.

Mr. Beckman, your presence is truly a divine grace from God the Father to the Empire and the Army. ”

As he spoke, General Fritz solemnly saluted Mick, and several military bigwigs present were all moved and followed Fritz to salute Mick.

It was the first time that Mick knew that the external environment of the empire was so harsh, and his heart was shocked.

However, what shocked him even more was General Fritz's attitude towards him, and this old man of almost old age and high status would be so respectful to him for the sake of the empire.

Mick hurriedly stopped several bigwigs, but Fritz insisted on saluting, and Mick couldn't accept it, and he couldn't accept it, and he was uncomfortable.

After the salute, General Fritz seemed to be rejuvenated, and he insisted on testing the destruction suit himself. Karl hurriedly took off his suit and asked the old general to put it on.

General Fritz was entangled in military affairs and never stepped into the Holy Order in his life, and his lifespan was only about the same as that of ordinary people. At this time, he was past his peak, but he still possessed the strength of up to level nine.

When he activated the Destruction Suit, Hellfire more than two meters high immediately erupted on top of the armor, not unlike when Carl operated it.

Fritz grabbed the sword and slashed it with his backhand, the sharp light on the knife flashed away, and the long flame held behind the blade like a comet.

The two-meter-tall hoplite shield was neatly cut like a piece of cheese, and the ensuing flames ignited the cut, melting half of the shield in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the shield that was strong enough to resist the charge of the heavy cavalry was completely scrapped, and if it were on the battlefield, the soldier holding it would probably be dead.

"Good, good!" Fritz laughed, and bursts of magical light suddenly lit up on his body, and he took a step forward, and instantly ran three or four meters, and turned around with another knife.

This time, a set of exquisite cavalry officer armor was cut off at the waist, because the school officer's armor had a certain amount of magic resistance, the whole armor did not melt, but it was burned red, and the people inside had to be roasted even if they were not cut in half.

"It's not an exaggeration, it's really not an exaggeration! A thousand suit fighters do have the strength to resist ordinary combat brigades head-on!"

Fritz burst out laughing excitedly. He had already calculated that a third-level soldier wearing a destruction suit would have enough fighting energy to support a full load of battle for five hours, and if it was paired with an energy recovery potion, he could even fight for a whole day.

This completely exceeded the expectations of the military department for the intensity of the war. It is foreseeable that a new trump card in the Imperial Army will be born!

General Fritz was even more fond of the destruction suit, and was even reluctant to take him off.

It took a long time for him to regain his composure and ask Mick one last question: "What is the chance that the suit will be copied if it is captured by the enemy, and will the enemy wear it to fight the Empire?"

Mick smiled faintly and replied confidently: "Please rest assured, Your Excellency, I have already encrypted its magical structure when I designed the Destruction Suit, as long as there is no permission from me, other alchemists will not be able to understand the structure, let alone imitate it."

As for wearing it to fight the Empire, this is indeed possible, but the Destruction Set is designed for large-scale combat, and if it is captured alone, the number is too small, but it is not as powerful as traditional magic equipment, so the general can not worry about it at all!"

Mick's resounding reply immediately made Fritz feel a sense of pride, and he stared at Mick for a long time, and finally nodded, and exclaimed: "The empire, it is indeed the world of the little ones, this is really the luck of the empire." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at a few people in the acceptance team and said with a smile: "The destruction suit has passed my acceptance, what do you say?"

Colonel Frell quipped, "Don't you pretend to be modest, will you......?

Frerell's joke immediately drew laughter from everyone, and it also announced that Mick's first real alchemy conference was an unprecedented success!

At the end of the acceptance, Mick invited Fritz and the military bigwigs present to attend his personal alchemy conference two days later.

Fritz's face sank, and he said: "Mick, although the destruction suit is your masterpiece, it is also a military secret of the empire, and you can't release it to the public without the authorization of the military department." ”

Mick had already guessed Fritz's reaction, and said with a smile: "Your Excellency, it is not this destruction set that I want to release, but two other new products. ”

"Oh, and there's a new product?" Mick's words shocked everyone again, especially Frerell as the head of the War Department's Combat Equipment Division. Only he knew how difficult it was for an alchemist to come up with a decent work.

Many alchemists have never been able to create blockbuster works in their lifetimes, let alone masterpieces like Mick, who have created new paradigms one after another.

God the Father is really unfair to all beings, is it really as the general said, Mick is a gift from the Father?

"You're such a genius!" Fritz was so happy that he couldn't hide his admiration in his eyes, he patted Mick on the shoulder and said sincerely, "If I'm not mistaken, you should be the youngest alchemist to hold a personal magic alchemy conference, right?"

However, you do have the qualifications. Don't worry, in the name of the military department, I will organize a military delegation to help you. I think after this time, everyone will be looking forward to your work, so don't let us down!"

As he spoke, several bigwigs laughed good-naturedly.

Mick laughed as well, and he said to General Fritz, "There is another request, can you bring your wife with you when you come to the press conference?"

"Why?" asked General Fritz, puzzled.

Mick pretended to be shy, and said with some difficulty: "There is a product designed for noble ladies, so ......"

"Oh, it seems that not only us big and coarse, but also the ladies and ladies are going to benefit? Fritz was in a good mood and immediately agreed: "Well, Hannah is a celebrity in the circle of Martis's ladies, and I will go back and ask her for help, and there will definitely be many noble ladies and ladies who will attend." ”

In fact, Mick has long investigated clearly, General Fritz's wife Hannah is the leader of many art salons in Maltis, and has a lot of voice in the circle of noblewomen and ladies, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the leader of noblewomen.

It is precisely because of this that he would have the courage to make such a request to the meticulous General Fritz on such an occasion.

With Fritz's assurances, Mick's private press conference will at least not be cold, and with Alexander's momentum, the result should not be too bad.

It was only at this moment that a big stone in Mick's heart finally fell to the ground, and he couldn't help but start thinking about the press conference two days later.