Chapter 3: Days with Wanted Criminals

The caravan sped through the wilderness at an almost frantic speed, billowing smoke with a deafening roar gushing out of the back of the car, and the tail was so obvious that it could be seen even from a few kilometers away. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Merlin Avery sat in the passenger seat of the caravan, his hands tightly gripping the guardrail, his face more gray and ugly than the cloak on his body, and the gloom of remorse was about to form a cloud of substance above his head.

"Hi man, cheer up. The caravan's driver shouted, the man holding the lever in one hand, biting a thick homemade cigarette in his mouth, his eyebrows dancing and his generous countenance in a very incongruous contrast. "Trust me, we'll soon be able to get rid of those flies hovering overhead. ā€

"It's you...... Need...... Get rid of them, not ...... I. Avery 's voice was choppy as the caravan was shaking violently, but the meaning was clear. "With ...... Those alloy solutions, you can ...... Easily get rid of the ...... of the wingers Trace. ā€

"Ah, of course. The coachman nodded nonchalantly, "I can, but why should I run away in front of those fools?"

"Then stop and kill all the flies in your mouth!" Avery blurted out, then regretting his impulsiveness.

Fortunately, the coachman did not take this offense to heart, "Didn't you come out with my brains, man, on the ground against a small group of flying wings, and not even a single anti-aircraft machine gun?" he laughed, and suddenly tugged on the lever, and the caravan let out an overwhelmed groan, and deflected to the left at a very dangerous angle, just in time to dodge an incendiary bomb that fell from the sky.

The scorching flames erupted behind the side of the caravan, like a huge flower inlaid with black edges, and the orange-yellow petals stretched out lazily for more than ten meters. One of the petals ****ed slightly to the rear of the caravan, and immediately made it crackle and burn, as if the body coated with fire retardant was made of wax.

"The back of the caravan is on fire!" Avery said slightly hoarse with fear and nervousness, "Sir, we must put out the fire immediately!"

"Oh no, man, it's not us, it's you. The driver replied casually that he was pulling the joystick, causing the caravan to gallop in an irregular course over the wilderness, making it difficult for the wings overhead to aim and drop bombs. "I can't dodge the wings and put out the fire at the same time, aren't you a good apprentice at Broomrey House? ā€

Avery endured and endured, swallowing back a series of vicious curses, turning to observe the fire at the back of the caravan. In any case, he must find a way to put out the fire now, and then find a way to save himself.

Able to get the Archon Viscount Hydrera to order the Flying Wing Squad to be dispatched, and also loaded with Molotov cocktails, the chauffeur is certainly not just an ordinary wanted criminal. Avery was so sure he was in a big trouble, and that he could only pray for luck and the alchemy god to get out.

The fire in the back of the caravan looked quite violent, with thick smoke billowing and red flames, and the strong air currents brought by the gallop made the fire even more ferocious, and the burning sensation came to the face. However, Avery took a closer look and found that the seemingly violent fire did not actually damage anything, and the fire retardant sprayed on the surface of the caravan emitted a faint blue light, completely blocking the flames from the outside.

Avery breathed a sigh of relief, after all, with his level of alchemy, it would be difficult to extinguish a truly violent fire. Sensing that the effect of the fireproof potion was slowly decreasing, Avery did not dare to delay, and took out an iron-blue metal sheet from his cloak and gently pressed it against the middle of his forehead.

The driver drove frantically as he took the time to throw a puzzled glance at Avery. He is a gold melting warrior with extraordinary strength, although he knows nothing about melting gold, building and gold storage, he still has some knowledge of several ways to extinguish fires.

The easiest way is to use alchemy to suppress the flames, the more complicated way is to use the building technique to isolate the flames, and there are two or three more troublesome methods, but the difficulty also increases, and the coachman does not think that a mere apprentice can do it.

Iron blue sheet of metal...... I've never seen it before, what kind of fire extinguishing method is this?

Avery didn't notice the coachman's confusion, and even if he did, he was reluctant to explain. After attaching the metal sheet to his forehead, he closed his eyes, concentrated his mental energy, and then slammed towards the metal sheet.

"Hmm, it's alchemy?" the coachman's eyebrows raised slightly, and the doubts in his heart continued unabated. Alchemy is not a discipline exclusive, but is only one of the basic skills of the art of cultivation, mainly used to analyze the composition of alchemy materials and find problems with alchemy items. In more than forty years of adventure, the coachman had never imagined the usefulness of alchemy in extinguishing fires, but he was going to wait and see.

Under the impact of Avery Spirit's power, the metal flakes glowed with a reddish glow. This is one of the characteristics of the action of tin alloys under the "catalytic" action of alchemy. Catalytic tin is a well-known "inferior student" in the alchemy system, as it serves no purpose other than to enhance the user's sensory acuity.

Merlin Avery discovered by chance the combination of catalytic tin and alchemy. In his conscious world, the caravan was gone, the raging flames were gone, and only the liquid that shimmered with cyan and red light twisted and flowed, jumping, and flickering.

It is the most critical alchemical in the incendiary bomb - fiery glue, which has a variety of formulas, and the only thing in common is that it is extremely flammable and difficult to extinguish.

"Cyan-white is a component of phosphorus, and red is a component of magnesium...... I see. Avery nodded, opened his eyes, and rummaged through his luggage for a moment to find a few swarthy clay pots. "Magnesium's alchemy reverse metal is mercury, hey, this thing is so difficult to prepare, so I have to waste a little. ā€

A clay pot was carefully opened, and Avery smiled bitterly as he pulled out a pinch of silvery-white powder. As the powder was exposed to the air, the coachman's face changed slightly, and he turned his head suddenly.

"What are you messing with? man, my alchemy has been interfered with!"

"Some call it the silver of the earth, others the silver of misri, the treasure of the dwarves, or the gift of the god of alchemy. But I prefer what Technologist Brick calls it. Avery took a deep breath, suppressed his reluctance and nervousness, and placed the pinch of powder between the palms of his hands.

"This is aluminum, and the catalytic effect is - shielding everything!"

The spiritual power flowed through his arms like lightning, quickly catalyzing the pinch of aluminum powder, and more intense interference followed. The coachman's body shook violently, and in his conscious world, almost all the effects of the melting of the gold were extinguished, making him extremely weak.

Fortunately, the duration of the interference effect was extremely short, and after an interval of a tenth of a heartbeat, the coachman's body was enveloped in colorful alchemic light, and the aura emitted was so strong that Merlin Avery almost suffocated.

"Source of Life, Iron Guard, Eagle Eye, Rapid Reflexes, and Repulsive Shield......"

The wealth of theoretical knowledge allowed Avery to quickly judge the coachman's alchemy ability, and he couldn't help but be secretly afraid. He had overestimated the strength of the coachman as much as possible, but based on these alchemist abilities, it was estimated that the coachman had at least reached the rank of "Mentor", and it was likely that he also possessed a high-level or higher alchemy ability.

In contrast, the coachman's judgment of Avery is also improving. The revelation of his hole cards made his expression stiffen slightly, but in an instant, he regained his heroic and joyful appearance.

"Aha, man, this is another surprise today. He glanced at the back of the car, where the flames had been completely extinguished due to the suppression and decomposition of the fiery glue, "Among the hundred alchemists, you may not be able to find one with the ability to catalyze Mithril, this surprise is too big, I am not in the mood to continue to deal with those flies right now." ā€

After saying this, the coachman's body once again bloomed with a strong alchemic light, this time the light was almost dark purple, so strong that it was like the setting sun.

"Gods, this is a temporal disturbance! so large!" Merlin Avery thought in horror, and then felt himself entrapped in an indescribably crooked pipe, and everything around him was reduced to a blur of light and shadow.

This was his last consciousness. Temporal Disturbance is an alchemy ability with great side effects, especially the loss of mental power. Merlin Avery had no time to make a protection against the melting of the metal, and his eyes turned black and he lost consciousness.