Chapter 179
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Qing Mo Da Xian
An ore that is not affected by physics and magic, it would be fun if it could be wrapped around something big.
"Is that why Muggles stopped going to the moon?"
Nico didn't reply, but just looked at the gunblade whose golden light was getting brighter and brighter.
After getting the answer, Vincent stopped his wand steadily.
The most difficult step has been completed, and now only the magic runes are lit.
He stretched out his right hand and lightly touched the word "?".
The gun blade made of mithril trembled a little, and the faint blue light on the text gradually brightened.
"It didn't dim, I made it!"
Vincent held in his hand the gunblade, which was fifteen inches long and slightly lighter than Enfield.
"Yes, you succeeded." Nicole smiled and lowered his wand.
22 days, [-] failures.
All these sacrifices, in exchange for not only an alchemy mithril weapon, but also a stronger ability to control mana.
In terms of transformation and magic spells, they have also improved a lot.
Objects can become more refined and cast magic faster.
However, the blade of the gun is complete, but the bullet has not yet landed.
……
……
The three basement floors of the building are dedicated to testing alchemy items.
It is made of Mithril inside and out, about the size of a basketball court.
Luxury was the first word that came to Vincent's mind.
Especially after asking about the thickness.
He stared blankly at the unnamed gun blade in his hand, feeling that he was too naive before.
"Teacher, can I ask one more question?"
Nico gave the answer as if he knew it a long time ago, "The outer layer is not, but the inner frame is."
Vincent really knelt down this time.
The frame of a whole building...
"You—where did you come from?"
"Formal and legal, complete procedures."
The amiable smile in front of him, the legendary alchemist who has held the Philosopher's Stone for hundreds of years, is probably the richest person on this planet.
Vincent, whose hands and feet were inexplicably weak, lay down on the mithril floor without desire or desire.
go to school?Still learning ass!
He wanted to run to the Ministry of Magic right now, and point to Fudge's big hypocritical face to talk about the acquisition.
Nico sat next to him, and promptly poured cold water on him, "Jin Gallon can buy privileges and status, but there are far more things you can't buy than you can imagine."
"Teacher, can't you just think about it?"
"After testing your work, I plan to teach you how to make magic circuits tomorrow."
Not counting today, there are only seven days left for the Christmas holiday.
Vincent immediately straightened up, "Teacher, ordinary bullets can't withstand the impact of Mithril, right?"
"Yes, so I prepared these." Nico snapped his fingers.
The floor in front of the two quickly shrank around, and a small table filled with boxes of various colors rose up.
He stood up and opened the first yellow one on the left.
It was full of gold nine-millimeter pistol bullets.
"Try this first, it's made of orichan copper."
Vincent who unloaded the magazines naturally loaded them one by one.
If the silver box is silver iron, then the blue box is probably fine gold.
The rest is black and white, he can't guess it.
There is a high probability of mysterious outer space ores, but forget about the legendary Uru metal.
When the magazine was reinstalled, five round shooting targets protruded from the side wall.
Nico didn't feel embarrassed, "I have done simple research on firearms, and I have made a few experimental items."
"Can I see it?" Vincent pulled the bolt.
"can."
With permission, he raised his right hand and slightly lowered the muzzle of the gun.
If the springs are all made of mithril, the recoil force is estimated to be almost equivalent to that of Enfield.
If you hold it with both hands...
No wonder gun blades only exist in fantasy, as for those exaggerated to the length of a sword, it would be difficult for his father Eric to control them with one hand.
After a "bang" gunshot, the oricyte bullet hit the wall below the target.
It's not that there is anything wrong with the gun blade, but that it has almost zero recoil.
The predecessor of the Browning L9A1 was the Browning HP.
This HP, of course, is not the abbreviation of Harry Potter.
HighPower, the translation is high power.
Even after the improvement of the Belgian FN company and the training of Eric, the gun blade shaped internally based on it should not be like this.
Vincent aimed his second shot straight at the bullseye.
Unsurprisingly, the 9th ring is just like the extremely low recoil just now.
"This is the characteristic of Mithril." Nico motioned him to listen and test.
"Theoretically, the larger the caliber, the harder the impact, and the stronger the recoil.
Remember that stick you didn't chop off? "
Vincent pulled the trigger continuously, "The recoil is counteracted internally?"
"Every part of it is bound by your mana, unless it is a harder bullet."
Nico was content with the bull's-eye that was no longer visible.
He first opened the blue box, which contained silver-blue fine gold bullets.
They are somewhat heavier compared to orichanite.
"Put on gloves."
Vincent caught the floating ring.
His mana cannot be compared with Nico.
The defensive measures were taken well, and the moment the trigger was pulled, the gun blade had the recoil of an ordinary pistol.
Fortunately, the muzzle of the gun was downward, and the bullet hit the 5th ring of the new target.
If it was replaced with a lighter silver-iron bullet, the recoil was so strong that it hit the ceiling.
Vincent put down the blade of the gun and shook his hand, "Teacher, do you still want to empty the magazine?"
"Empty if you think there is no problem."
He switched to using his wand with his left hand and fired. "No, I can clearly feel the vibration inside."
Nico nodded slightly, and opened the penultimate white box.
Inside is a round, translucent white weird bullet.
It has no cartridge case and primer, only one side is coated with propellant powder.
Vincent used his chin to release the bolt, and put the ore from space into it.
If it is not affected by physics and magic, it really does not feel any recoil at all.
And only with its round bullet, it can even penetrate the thick Mithril wall.
"It's my first time trying this." Nico picked up the ore bullet that was pushed back during the repair process.
It is the most appropriate, but also the most precious.
"Teacher, you should have quite a few?"
"This one is the smallest."
Vincent set his sights on the last black box.
Nico first put the ore bullet back, "This is my research for the past 20 years, and it should be able to restore the basic characteristics of Ulu metal."
The warhead of this black bullet is quite rough, as if it has just come out of work and has not been polished properly.
With trepidation, Vincent put it into the gun body.
If it can really be restored, the bomb chamber will definitely explode.
Fortunately, the gun blade is made of mithril that can be completely restored even if it is broken into a pile of pieces.
otherwise,
We just met, but we have to say goodbye.
……
……
"Is that why Muggles stopped going to the moon?"
Nico didn't reply, but just looked at the gunblade whose golden light was getting brighter and brighter.
After getting the answer, Vincent stopped his wand steadily.
The most difficult step has been completed, and now only the magic runes are lit.
He stretched out his right hand and lightly touched the word "?".
The gun blade made of mithril trembled a little, and the faint blue light on the text gradually brightened.
"It didn't dim, I made it!"
Vincent held in his hand the gunblade, which was fifteen inches long and slightly lighter than Enfield.
"Yes, you succeeded." Nicole smiled and lowered his wand.
22 days, [-] failures.
All these sacrifices, in exchange for not only an alchemy mithril weapon, but also a stronger ability to control mana.
In terms of transformation and magic spells, they have also improved a lot.
Objects can become more refined and cast magic faster.
However, the blade of the gun is complete, but the bullet has not yet landed.
……
……
The three basement floors of the building are dedicated to testing alchemy items.
It is made of Mithril inside and out, about the size of a basketball court.
Luxury was the first word that came to Vincent's mind.
Especially after asking about the thickness.
He stared blankly at the unnamed gun blade in his hand, feeling that he was too naive before.
"Teacher, can I ask one more question?"
Nico gave the answer as if he knew it a long time ago, "The outer layer is not, but the inner frame is."
Vincent really knelt down this time.
The frame of a whole building...
"You—where did you come from?"
"Formal and legal, complete procedures."
The amiable smile in front of him, the legendary alchemist who has held the Philosopher's Stone for hundreds of years, is probably the richest person on this planet.
Vincent, whose hands and feet were inexplicably weak, lay down on the mithril floor without desire or desire.
go to school?Still learning ass!
He wanted to run to the Ministry of Magic right now, and point to Fudge's big hypocritical face to talk about the acquisition.
Nico sat next to him, and promptly poured cold water on him, "Jin Gallon can buy privileges and status, but there are far more things you can't buy than you can imagine."
"Teacher, can't you just think about it?"
"After testing your work, I plan to teach you how to make magic circuits tomorrow."
Not counting today, there are only seven days left for the Christmas holiday.
Vincent immediately straightened up, "Teacher, ordinary bullets can't withstand the impact of Mithril, right?"
"Yes, so I prepared these." Nico snapped his fingers.
The floor in front of the two quickly shrank around, and a small table filled with boxes of various colors rose up.
He stood up and opened the first yellow one on the left.
It was full of gold nine-millimeter pistol bullets.
"Try this first, it's made of orichan copper."
Vincent who unloaded the magazines naturally loaded them one by one.
If the silver box is silver iron, then the blue box is probably fine gold.
The rest is black and white, he can't guess it.
There is a high probability of mysterious outer space ores, but forget about the legendary Uru metal.
When the magazine was reinstalled, five round shooting targets protruded from the side wall.
Nico didn't feel embarrassed, "I have done simple research on firearms, and I have made a few experimental items."
"Can I see it?" Vincent pulled the bolt.
"can."
With permission, he raised his right hand and slightly lowered the muzzle of the gun.
If the springs are all made of mithril, the recoil force is estimated to be almost equivalent to that of Enfield.
If you hold it with both hands...
No wonder gun blades only exist in fantasy, as for those exaggerated to the length of a sword, it would be difficult for his father Eric to control them with one hand.
After a "bang" gunshot, the oricyte bullet hit the wall below the target.
It's not that there is anything wrong with the gun blade, but that it has almost zero recoil.
The predecessor of the Browning L9A1 was the Browning HP.
This HP, of course, is not the abbreviation of Harry Potter.
HighPower, the translation is high power.
Even after the improvement of the Belgian FN company and the training of Eric, the gun blade shaped internally based on it should not be like this.
Vincent aimed his second shot straight at the bullseye.
Unsurprisingly, the 9th ring is just like the extremely low recoil just now.
"This is the characteristic of Mithril." Nico motioned him to listen and test.
"Theoretically, the larger the caliber, the harder the impact, and the stronger the recoil.
Remember that stick you didn't chop off? "
Vincent pulled the trigger continuously, "The recoil is counteracted internally?"
"Every part of it is bound by your mana, unless it is a harder bullet."
Nico was content with the bull's-eye that was no longer visible.
He first opened the blue box, which contained silver-blue fine gold bullets.
They are somewhat heavier compared to orichanite.
"Put on gloves."
Vincent caught the floating ring.
His mana cannot be compared with Nico.
The defensive measures were taken well, and the moment the trigger was pulled, the gun blade had the recoil of an ordinary pistol.
Fortunately, the muzzle of the gun was downward, and the bullet hit the 5th ring of the new target.
If it was replaced with a lighter silver-iron bullet, the recoil was so strong that it hit the ceiling.
Vincent put down the blade of the gun and shook his hand, "Teacher, do you still want to empty the magazine?"
"Empty if you think there is no problem."
He switched to using his wand with his left hand and fired. "No, I can clearly feel the vibration inside."
Nico nodded slightly, and opened the penultimate white box.
Inside is a round, translucent white weird bullet.
It has no cartridge case and primer, only one side is coated with propellant powder.
Vincent used his chin to release the bolt, and put the ore from space into it.
If it is not affected by physics and magic, it really does not feel any recoil at all.
And only with its round bullet, it can even penetrate the thick Mithril wall.
"It's my first time trying this." Nico picked up the ore bullet that was pushed back during the repair process.
It is the most appropriate, but also the most precious.
"Teacher, you should have quite a few?"
"This one is the smallest."
Vincent set his sights on the last black box.
Nico first put the ore bullet back, "This is my research for the past 20 years, and it should be able to restore the basic characteristics of Ulu metal."
The warhead of this black bullet is quite rough, as if it has just come out of work and has not been polished properly.
With trepidation, Vincent put it into the gun body.
If it can really be restored, the bomb chamber will definitely explode.
Fortunately, the gun blade is made of mithril that can be completely restored even if it is broken into a pile of pieces.
otherwise,
We just met, but we have to say goodbye.
……
……
