I need you to use the Wishing Technique. ”

Looking directly into Barceló's eyes, the young blue dragon gave his own order. He snapped his fingers, and the Commander of the Deep Hell Purgatory felt the sound of gears meshing in his brain.

"If you dare to object, distort, or mislead my intentions...... The device in your brain is activated and can be 'bang......ed' at any time."

The threat is self-explanatory.

In fact, the reason why Quis wants to kidnap a deep hell purgatory is actually because this kind of devil has a kind of spell like "wishing art".

Among the universal schools, wishing is the most powerful spell, and there are few casters who can master its essence like the Morning Star.

If this spell is used in combat, and when used correctly, it can even kill a Terrasqui Behemoth.

It's just that very few people will do this, because using the "wishing technique" to fight is simply a "tyrannical thing" in one word.

If an ordinary caster wants to use this kind of spell, not only does it consume an astronomical amount of casting materials, but it also needs to think about it for a long time, trying to come up with a wish statement that does not contain any words leaking copper.

And for a deep hell purgatory, it is much easier to use the "wishing technique", which is a spell-like ability they are born with.

Although they can only use it once a year, and although most of them only reluctantly use the "flawed" wishing technique for them when they are summoned by a mortal spellcaster, there is no doubt that the Deep Hell Purgatory is indeed an expert at this path.

Even if you look at the entire multiverse, there is no creature that can surpass the Hellpurgatory in terms of the success rate of using the Wishing Technique.

Quest and his spell advisor, the half-lich Snead, can use this spell, but they are still not as good as the Hellpurgatory.

"I need you to make a wish that this engine will be able to improve its mechanical efficiency for at least 100 years without compromising the strength of the material, and this increase will not be less than 50% of the original efficiency. ”

In short, the young blue dragon made his own request, and then explained some technical parameters to his Barcelona in detail.

However, this still confuses the Commander of the Deep Hell Purgator, who is only guessing what secret weapon Quis is preparing.

Actually, there's nothing wrong with that.

Because once this engine is working properly and has enough power, the fortress of Bartow that Quest has mastered can be turned into a traction city.

As early as a few days ago, the young blue dragon had transferred all the personnel and materials of Prosperity Town to the newly captured fortress.

Hollowing out the warehouses of the two commanders, the Hydra and the Burnt Demon, Quest created a huge platform with tracks, which was reinforced by the army's craftsmen, and finally the fortress was properly moved and placed on a moving platform.

The only thing missing was a powerful enough engine - similar to the previous creation of the Clockwork Dragon, the engine that Quest had built would not have been able to handle the weight of moving platforms and Batow's Fortress without improvement.

In the beginning, Quest rummaged through Stim's redemption list, looking for a replacement engine. But even if there were some Moradin creations in it, none of them could make Batow's fortress move freely.

He had to change his mindset and start working on the existing engine again. Fortunately, this is a world with spells, and when many attempts failed, Quest decisively chose to use the "wishing technique" to improve the efficiency of the engine directly from the conceptual level.

"I pray ......"

Under the joint supervision of the young blue dragon and the half-lich, Barossa recited the specific content of his wish helplessly, and two powerful spellcasters who were proficient in the language of purgatory examined the words of the great devil word by word to prevent it from carrying "private goods".

There was no brilliant light, no deafening sound, and when the Hellpurgatory used its annual spell-like abilities, only obscure spell fluctuations remained in the air for a long time.

Unlike mortal spellcasters, the Deep Hell Purgatory uses spell-like abilities that are bound to succeed if they are not countered with specific countermeasures.

In just a few breaths, the engine changed: brass pipes began to twist, thicken and thicken, gaskets appeared at the interfaces of the various hydraulic pistons, and inexplicable lubricating fluid soaked the drive rods and bearings......

"The wishing technique has been completed. Hurry up and ......."

As a user of quasi-spells, Barossa was immediately sure that the "wishing technique" had had had worked, and he immediately wanted to ask Quis to release himself, even if he first paused the ticking of the countdown in his head.

It's a pity that Quest didn't make any guarantees before.

The young blue dragon just waved his hand, allowing the Deep Hell Purgatory to leave the command room, which was occupied by huge engines, and head to the more spacious open space outside.

Then, the clockwork dragon in Barossa's brain, which was in a state of "mechanical fusion" and stuffed in the form of a small music box, suddenly started to transform.

The small music box of metal spun rapidly, and pieces of metal spun and changed their shape, rapidly expanding their form towards the shape of a clockwork dragon.

The brain of the Deep Hell Purgatory Demon was instantly twisted into a puddle of paste.

This big devil didn't even snort, and he directly lost his life, his eyes bulged outward, and his facial features flowed out of all kinds of yellow and white things.

"Mr. Sneijder," as soon as the Hellpurgatory died, Quest immediately obtained the banner possessed by the other party, and he immediately ordered the half-lich, "You take someone to take over this guy's army, and we will set off the next day." ”

Immediately after, the young blue dragon teleported directly back to the command room, and he couldn't wait to try to start the engine and let the traction city under his command start to move.

"Fill with black oil!"

Sitting on the console, Quis picked up a communication device made of brass pipes and issued instructions to the blood-armored demons who were in charge of guarding the black oil warehouse.

Barrels of refined black grease were lifted by the Blood Armor Demon and poured into the pipes that had already been laid properly, flowing to the combustion chamber of this engine, which was used as fuel to support the engine's operation.

Looking at the various scales on the dashboard in front of him, Quest reached out and grasped a grip with a metal sphere, and a crackling arc of electricity immediately appeared inside the combustion chamber.

The black oil, which had been treated by the compression device and had turned into an oil mist, ignited in an instant, and the expanding gas pushed the pistons, which converted the chemical energy into surging kinetic energy through the drive rods.

Listening to the "rumbling" sound of the engine, Quest carefully examined the various instruments, hoping that nothing abnormal would happen.

Because only then can all his plans be carried out step by step, and he will take his city to "run the poison".