The Sun King's Evidence

As Veronica infused magic power, white magical light was injected into the optical instruments one by one, and the Light Magic Vehicle was fully activated with the efforts of the witch apprentices.

About two hundred meters away, there was a target erected. This target was more than two meters high. It was a stuffing decorated with straw and rags and made into the shape of a knight.

As the wizards were busy and charging, the eight bronze mirrors lit up one after another. The huge energy continuously passed through the eight bronze mirrors while being continuously compressed and focused. The flickering ball of light gradually turned into a line of high temperature. White beam, soul flame.

"Phew!" In front of everyone, this beam of light was launched from the Light Demonic Vehicle, drawing a long trajectory of more than one meter under the scorching sun, and hit the target in everyone's eyes.

"Boom!" Smoke and dust filled the air, and Ryan and others stared at the target with expectant eyes, gradually approaching.

The target made of straw and rags was half burned and passed right through.

"The effect is good." Ryan and others nodded, and Ryan shouted to Veronica: "Is this the maximum range?"

"No, the maximum effective range is three hundred to four hundred meters. If it is further away, the accuracy of the beam will not be enough and the power will decrease." Veronica stood on the Light Demon and replied: "Four hundred meters is already The maximum range, if you want to have a better attack effect, the best range is about two hundred to three hundred meters."

"Okay, let's try again!" Ryan motioned for the experiment to continue.

The sergeants came up carrying several new targets. This time the targets were placed about three hundred meters away, and they were also covered with scale armor.

The Light Demonic Vehicle was activated, and the laser penetrated the target again, leaving only a huge scorched gap, and the entire scale armor was melted by the laser formed by the soul flame.

"This power is not bad, but the killing area is too small. It is difficult to deal with many and mixed enemies." Belega observed the power of the Light Demonic Vehicle. The King of the Eight Peaks Mountain nodded repeatedly, looking very serious: "But we The enemy is not made of straw and rags, so it is far from powerful."

"Then let's continue." Ryan then motioned to the sergeant to bring in a new target.

"Yes, my Earl." Several sergeants retreated and brought in a smaller target.

This target no longer looks like he is riding a horse. He is only of human height. He is wearing chainmail, a breastplate, and a helmet. This is standard knight equipment. The knights of Britannia are not human beings. People who have the money to wear plate armor, most of them still wear chain mail + breastplate + gauntlet, paired with lance, sword and shield.

"The Light Magic Vehicle is not a war machine aimed at large groups of enemies. This machine is more used to snipe enemy generals and behemoth units." Ryan motioned for everyone to move away.

The Light Demonic Vehicle started up again, and a powerful beam of light was emitted from the optical instrument on the carriage, streaking through the hot summer air.

"boom!"

Everyone gathered around again.

This time the beam failed to melt the target into half. The soul flame penetrated the breastplate and the chain mail inside, and burned through the rags and straw, leaving behind a stream of hot molten iron.

After being perfectly broken, everyone immediately realized that the huge power contained in this war machine could perfectly penetrate the entire standard knight equipment, so it could almost penetrate most of the powerful enemies in the entire old world!

Olivier's face even felt a little painful. This was a standard set of knight's half-body equipment, and it was burned through like an experiment.

"Well, such a powerful war machine can be used." Belega could not find too many faults at this time, but the King of the Eight Peaks Mountain immediately raised a new question: "Yes, Mr. Ryan, the power of this weapon is sufficient." , but what about the ammunition reserve? How many rounds of such beams can your female courtier fire? What if it encounters a flexible behemoth? The target of this light magic vehicle is very big. What if the opponent concentrates fire? How long can it last? "

Ryan thought that Belegar was indeed an outstanding warrior and siegeer. The questions he asked were more difficult than the last, but they could get to the core of the problem. Yes, if the Light Magic Vehicle was just a large mobile turret, the best it could do was Mounted on the wizard tower for defensive purposes, there are many problems in actual combat. Its target is too large and it is easily attacked by the enemy. If it cannot be fired after a few times and cannot be continued, it is not as useful as the dwarf cannon and organ cannon.

Dwarves cannot use magic, but they are not ignorant of magic. Runes are their use of the wind of magic.

Ryan couldn't answer these questions. He was a warrior after all. After completing part of the experiment, he made a gesture to Veronica, who was standing on the light demon, and motioned her to come down and explain to everyone.

After continuously releasing the soul flames, Veronica strode down from the chariot. The Witch of Gloria was very proud. She first looked at the sorceress Theresa, who had an unsightly face, and then faced Bellega one by one. explain.

"The maximum number of times the Light Demon can be stably overloaded in a short period of time is twelve times. If it exceeds twelve times, the magic array and optical instruments on it will automatically enter a self-protection state and lose their function." Veronica first explained : "Twelve super powerful soul flame beams are enough for the battlefield."

"Then there is defense. The body of the Light Demon Rider is engraved with a defensive array, which can withstand attacks from most long-range weapons. With four war horses pulling the cart at the same time, this war machine can move at a faster speed without worrying about being attacked. Surround or be under siege.”

"What if we face a fast-moving enemy?" Belega then asked.

"Then please take a look at this." Veronica snapped her fingers and signaled the soldiers to take out an iron cage.

"That's that?" Holy Grail Knight Armand looked intently. There was a wild boar in the iron cage.

"Snort~snort~" the wild boar chirped loudly and hit the railing hard, making a crisp sound.

"Mr. Lops, please open the cage." Veronica ordered.

"Ah? Why? Will this kind of wild boar cause a lot of trouble when it comes out?" Lops was not wearing armor. The knight's full set of equipment was very heavy. Knights rarely wear armor except for duty. Hearing Vero The kingdom knight was a little reluctant to Nika's order.

"You don't need to know why, you just need to do as I say, Mr. Lops~" Seeing that Lops did not obey the order, Veronica smiled sweetly, with a sincere smile on her sweet face. There was a hint of chill in his voice: "Do you want me to say please?"

"Okay, if you must." Lops shrugged helplessly, and murmured in a low voice: "That's why I hate the women of the Gloria Council, because they always order others from a high position and never explain why."

Ryan frowned without any trace, and then turned into a helpless sigh. Veronica is a woman who knows how to take advantage of situations. Since she officially obtained the status of a female courtier, she began to command and order Ryan's men as a matter of course, and Under this enfeoffment system and aristocratic system, Veronica did automatically obtain part of Ryan's authority in a sense, and had the qualifications to act like a fox or a tiger.

Compared to Veronica, Theresa was very disdainful of this kind of behavior. The sorceress rarely communicated with Ryan's subordinates. She only focused on the construction of her own wizard tower and magic research.

Both women have different ways of doing things, and they don't know who is right or wrong, good or bad.

After taking the key and opening the iron lock, Lops warned everyone to be careful, and then opened the iron door.

"Ho! Ho ho ho! ~~~~" The wild boar immediately found that it was free. It released a huge roar and then rushed directly towards the target, where a large basin of water and many acorns had been placed in advance. , that is what the wild boar likes to eat. The wild boar, which has been hungry all day long, looks excited. It lets go and runs all the way.

But just when it was only about ten meters away from the food, a scream stopped it in its tracks.

"Amintok's Web!"

Catherine, the official witch standing on the light magic vehicle, held a magic book in her hand. She gave a squeak and pressed the mechanism on the carriage without making any preparations for casting spells.

Several light nets tightly bound the wild boar, and no matter how hard it struggled, it could not escape.

"Hululu~Hululu~" This wild boar was very strong. It seemed to weigh several hundred kilograms. Its two big fangs were arched hard, its feet were kicking wildly, and saliva was spraying from its mouth. It struggled and roared with all its strength. With.

It was of no use. One minute passed, two minutes passed, and it was still firmly tied to the spot, unable to move.

"The Net of Armintok (enhanced type), this light spell has been bound to the magic circle in the carriage through the magic circle." Veronica explained with some pride: "The one I engraved Mintok's Web has been fully strengthened by me. Any behemoth unit, unless it is a giant beast with high magic resistance like a true dragon, will be suppressed by Amintok's Web. We have tested it with Lane, even Lane himself. , was also bound by Amintok's Net for three seconds."

"Oh~Spicy Four Joan of Arc Beer~" Belegar finally got a satisfactory answer. The King of Eight Peaks drank Bagman's dark beer and said inarticulately: "You have learned a lot from the dwarves. Well."

After saying that, Belega walked aside and took out a small notebook to memorize it desperately.

"On X month, X day, D.C. 5508, dwarf calendar year, those damn human knights and chivalrous patients in Brittany didn't listen to me seriously, and even secretly said that I was verbose. I took note of this grudge. "

Belega thought for a while, then crossed out the sentence he had written with a pen, and added a sentence behind it: "But because Mr. Ryan and Miss Veronica showed me their powerful war machine, For my sake, let’s forget it this time.”

Putting away the small book, Belega's expression returned to seriousness, and he walked to Ryan: "Brother Ryan, if it does have this effect, it will be of great help to the war, especially against the enemy's giant beasts and lords. The lethality is very impressive, is there any way you can get more?"

"It's a bit difficult." Ryan shook his head: "The Light Magic Vehicle is the strategic reserve unit of the empire. The empire's own productivity is very low. It would be good if it can produce one in two or three years. If the empire can sell it to me, it is already Carl Franc. His Majesty’s special order.”

"Hey, that's a pity." Belegar nodded in understanding: "Dwarves don't know how to use magic, otherwise I can ask my engineers to help you check and see if you can imitate it."

"No, I tried to open the internal mechanism of the carriage, but the Light Wizard Academy has set a ban. If I try to forcefully open the internal mechanism, the entire Light Magic Vehicle will collapse instantly and turn into a ball of broken copper and iron. Broken wood." Veronica also explained to Belega: "Furthermore, the creation of the Light Magic Vehicle obviously involves the secret method given by the high elves. The magic knowledge we humans have learned is only the fur of the high elves and cannot be imitated. ."

"Damn pointy-eared things are always so arrogant, but dwarves are the most honest." Belegar started nagging again, and he kept mumbling: "We dwarves have been cut off from the elves since before your human era. Relationship, those pointed ears are too arrogant and annoying. They always think that they are the masters of the world, and human brothers are more reliable, especially friends like the Lane brothers. If I hadn’t wanted to restore Bafeng Mountain, I would definitely Invite him to adventure with me in the badlands. We dwarves once captured a famous fortress, Karak-Wan, in the south of the Roof Mountains of the World. It was a place rich in meteorite..."

Ryan listened to Belega's words. He always kept a smile and nodded his head without saying a word, letting Belega chatter.

Belegar was very satisfied with Ryan's patience and listening. The King of Eight Peaks thought that a person like Ryan was really suitable to be friends with dwarves. When he finished his blabbering and was invited to have dinner with Ryan, Belegar still thought about this. The note must be written down.

In fact, what the dwarf didn't know was that Earl Lane was listening on the surface, but in his heart he was thinking about what posture would be better to use with Teresa at night.

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Meanwhile, the old world, the borders of the Empire and Britannia, the gray mountains, the black stone strongholds.

The great wizard of the undead, Heinrich Kemmler, led his army of ancient tombs back to his fortress. This was once a strong dwarven fortress, but has now become a paradise for the undead.

In addition to his undead army, Kemmler returned with the addition of Gul, the champion of the Four Gods of Chaos. This terrifying undead champion was more than two meters tall, holding a black serrated giant axe, and wearing Baros' blood-red cursed armor. The warrior is following Kemmler, who leads a group of undead Chaos Chosen Warriors. Even though these undead have become dead, they still thirst for killing and blood.

Gul is always urging Kemmler to march towards the human kingdom and bring destruction to those mortals who do not know how to "embrace civilization". Sometimes Kemmler wonders whether he really controls Gul, but the Archmage of the Undead The order has proved to be useful for the time being. Under his order, Gul temporarily quieted down.

Looking at the tall Gül with some suspicion, Kemmler sat on his throne filled with gold and corpses. He was thinking about his next move, whether to attack Montfort Castle or march south to Bastogne. ?

In any case, midsummer is not the right time to march. Sun God Petra's power is most powerful in summer, and he and his undead army still need to wait for the opportunity.

"Master, a messenger has come to the Black Stone Stronghold. He wants to see you." At this time, Gul approached from the outside, holding a big ax in both hands, and passed a message to Kemmler's ears.

"Where's the news? Manfred?" Kemmler said sharply.

"It's an envoy from Mousilon, a blood knight of the Blood Dragon family." Gul said in a bloodthirsty and dry voice: "He brought gifts and goodwill from Mathhubard, Duke of Mousilon. He wants to form an alliance with us to deal with the knights of Britannia."

"...Let him in!"

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