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The latest chapter of the Crusade of Saints...

In that moment, Evan Ian thought he had heard something amazing. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Adele, you're enough!" Krell frowned, inserting between Evan Ian and the Red Magician, "You're so rude!

"Krel!" Adair's eyes turned red as she looked at Krel, "Do you really like making toys here?!!!"

"Adar, you—" Krell furrowed his brow, trying to say something.

And yet, at this moment-

"Krell. Evanian gently stopped him.

"Master Adell, you said that Krell is making toys, I don't know what you misunderstood, but in my opinion, Mr. Krell is an important member of the technical department of my new model army, and he really can't, let alone make any toys, so I can't agree to your request. ”

"Hmph......" Adair snorted coldly, "I know Krel's ability very well, as long as you can give him enough information and materials, then he can even build you the airship that your Silver Rose family wants the most." But in fact, in the past nine years, let alone the airship, you can't even find the design drawings of the Golem, heh...... ...... 'water tank'?"

Speaking of this, Adair raised his head and looked at the huge, box-like Golem in the workshop, with a cold mockery on his face: "It's really a shame that you can think of such a bulky iron coffin, with the flexibility of a 'flash' level steel golem, it only takes ten minutes to tear this iron lump to pieces!"

"Not to mention the so-called new muskets and new artillery, although they can barely exert some power against high-level soldiers, but in the case of a continuous salvo under what you call a platoon of guns. But with such a dense formation, let alone a truth-level mage, an ordinary high-level Earth Dragon Knight can chisel through your stupid suicide formation!"

Looking at the foaming and indignant Adair in front of him, Evanian couldn't help but subconsciously think of those brain-filled keyboard parties in his previous life - without even doing the most basic information research, he used the facts made up by his brain to freely prove his own excellence and victory. And as the party being blamed, there is nothing more inexplicable.

However, Adair's angry rebuke continued: "If it weren't for the suppression of the enemy's Immortal Race troops by the Black Knights and the Military Mage, not to mention the great victory in New Dragon Song City, your toy soldiers would have been defeated in the first battle! No matter how many muskets and cannons you have, as long as a squadron of air magisters or a large group of Earth Dragon Knights can defeat you all! Annihilation! As a Nanling mage and Nanling nobleman, Sir Ian, I sincerely advise you-"

"Instead of messing around with this kind of mess among low-level waste soldiers, it's better to seriously consider how to increase the number of high-level mages and knights in Nanling, without the Silver Rose Close Selection Company, your new model army is nothing!"

Evanian listened silently, not speaking.

"Sir Evanian, do you know what your toy musketeers have been mocked among the upper nobles of the Empire?!, do you understand how I feel as a close friend of Krell when I hear those nobles and mages mocking the designers of the new muskets, and the technical mages who do not learn the art of alchemy and have to engage in some kind of machine?!"

When Adair said this, he couldn't help but grit his teeth: "Those pigs, even I am not as good as me, let alone Krell him...... I know that...... Krell is talented enough to shut them all up!"

"But it's because of you, Sir Evanian, that Krell has to hide like a beggar, covered in dirt, in this shabby little department, studying the mess of muskets, artillery, and industrial machines for you!"

Adair straightened his back, his crimson eyes burned with fierce battle intent, and his long red hair was windless, and the red elemental fire chips also flew with the stirring of his master's magic power: "So I'm sorry! Sir Evangel, I've made up my mind to take Krell away today no matter what!"

Evan Ian tilted his head to look at Adair for a moment, and then suddenly said, "Mage Adair, I'm a little sorry, but let me think about it—"

"You...... It can't be a man-loving man, right?"

The moment he heard Evan Ian, Adair still reacted: "What......"

Then, when he finally realized what the words meant, he was furious for a moment.

"You guy!"

Adair's famous stunt, the fire of red practice exploded in the workshop in an instant.

Three spirals of fiery chains of flame burst like dragons in the small space of the building.

The boiling heat instantly dried the air in the workshop, the thin oxygen made it difficult to breathe, and what was even more painful was the hot air that poured into the lungs with each breath, slicing the lungs like a red knife.

However, this was only a prelude to the attack of the Red Temper Fire, and the real flame magic was stirring throughout the space, and it had not yet really formed an attack.

Just as a high-level warrior above the Great Knight will bring resistance to spells because of their respective "Dao", as a truth-level ** master, at the moment when he stepped on the threshold of truth, the core of truth formed by Adair in his body is his self-created "personal truth" called "Thunder Firestone", which has excellent self-discipline and attack ability, and also has the dual characteristics of thunder and fire elements.

The self-discipline rune program in "Truth" combines magic power in the form of multiple bundles of mana flow spiral entanglement, which is excellent defensive magic when surrounded by itself, and when attacking, the high-speed spiral mana flow is also a very penetrating red spear.

Looking at Adair, who slowly floated into the air after activating the Core of Truth, Evanian couldn't help but mutter, "Do you think you're Amishar......"

The surging red fire turned the entire workshop red, and although Adair hadn't really attacked yet, the magic on the ground and walls couldn't help but work. The spell support system, which was originally used to test the power of weapons, actually played a role in this situation, which is probably unimaginable to the original designer.

Evan Ian took a flame protection stance, protecting Krell, Iofita, and Edhill, and then put his hands together in shamelessness, and shouted at Adell in the air, "Mr. Adair, I already know about your accumulation, so can you stop it?

"Oops, oops...... It seems that the waves of the flames are preventing the sound from reaching Mr. Adele Mage......"

Evan Ian suddenly realized that the air was thinned by the violently rising temperature, and that his voice was probably hard to hear from the air medium distorted by the uneven heat.

"So...... I hate these fire mages the most...... Because of the influence of too much meditation on the heart of the flame, all of them are buns that are overly enthusiastic...... "But because Adel can't hear it at this time, there are some words that can be said openly." Evan Ian complained as he turned his head to look at Krell who was smiling bitterly: "How much ammonium phosphate was sent over last time?"

Krell estimated, "There are probably a few tons left." ”

"Anything else?" asked Evanian again.

"I haven't used the new gadgets you sent last month. Krell didn't care about his old classmates at all, and moved out a big killer.

"Alright, that's enough, give it all to Mr. Adair. Evan Ian finally made a decision.

Hearing Evanian's order, Kre immediately turned his head and gestured to his subordinates who had fled to safety-

"Pipes A and B - all open!"

Seeing Krel's gesture, the technical mage in charge of the security pipe no longer hesitated, and pressed the wrench on the pipe to the lowest level.

And then—

From the ceiling of the workshop directly above the Adair, the overwhelming dry powder accelerant and liquid nitrogen coolant rained heavily -

It all poured out in one go.

It was like an avalanche, and the accelerant and liquid nitrogen gushing out of the pipes turned into white clouds the moment they came into contact with the magic of the flames, roaring and sweeping through the entire workshop.

No matter how domineering the Red Flame converted from the Core of Truth is, it cannot compete with the violent endothermic phenomenon formed when liquid nitrogen vaporizes without combustibles, and what is even more "worse" is that even if the flammable substances in the workshop are occasionally ignited by the missing Red Lian Fire, the violent endothermic reaction caused by the decomposition of the dry powder accelerant can instantly stop the chain reaction of this flame combustion.

In the face of the roaring white storm in the workshop, Evan Ian and the other technical mages took a good time to pull up the magic shield of the wind system and isolate the dry powder from the frost air, but the unaware Adel did not have this good thing, and was drenched by the liquid nitrogen and combustion dry powder that fell from the sky, and the dry powder that stuck into his eyes made his eyes hurt, thinking that he had been caught in some plot and panicked, interrupted the magic, and fell from the sky.

The rain of liquid nitrogen poured on him made him mistakenly believe that he had been hit by the enemy's attack magic, even though the liquid nitrogen had evaporated at a high rate before it could reach his skin.

"Who! What kind of magic is this!Bastard Evan Ian!You're actually plotting against me!You have the ability to duel fairly!What kind of trick is this!?"

Falling from the sky, rolling on the ground a few times, and then getting up from the ground, Adair himself couldn't see because of his fascinated eyes, but his snow-white appearance, which was more snowman than a snowman, was really funny, causing the entire technical department to burst into laughter, and even Adehill couldn't help but laugh - besides, the only one who didn't laugh was the habitually silent Iophta.

Evanian also laughed so much that tears flowed out: "Ah Mr. Adair, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I may not have told you before, because if the technical department is on fire, then the fire situation is definitely not extinguished by ordinary fire fighting, so the general technical department is the ...... of its own fire protection system."

Laughing enough, Evan Ian straightened up, wiped the tears from his face, looked at Adair, and said meaningfully: "Not to mention the Red Cultivation Fire of the Truth Primary, even if the Demon Master of Flame himself comes, this small workshop can be turned into a concrete cage to snipe him!"

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