Chapter 789 Pandora’s Box
No matter how powerful a wizard is, such as Dumbledore, he cannot withstand the firepower of Muggle conventional weapons.
But any qualified wizard can perform Apparition at any time and anywhere, so no matter how large the coverage area of Muggle weapons is, it is difficult to hit them directly.
The only thing that can restrain them is the Anti-Apparition Charm.
After all, there are only a very small number of wizards who own house-elves or phoenixes. Having lost their means of movement, they can only choose to fight hard.
Vincent sat on the floor in the room, his eyes moving back and forth at the latest military weapons displayed around him.
Grenade launchers, portable missile launchers, individual artillery, high-explosive grenades, anti-material rifles, flamethrowers, anti-aircraft machine guns...
It is not difficult to replicate them one by one, but the difficult part is how to integrate them together and then quickly switch to different forms according to the situation.
Vincent's eyes suddenly lit up and he turned to look at the mithril suitcase on the bedside table.
The appearance is extremely deceptive and it doesn't look like a powerful weapon.
He reached out and grabbed the notebook that flew towards him, and drew some simple drafts.
Each fixed form is a slight change based on the briefcase, and different caliber muzzles correspond to different ammunition.
This is a great idea, being able to switch between different weapons anytime, anywhere.
But Vincent suddenly tore up the draft and crumpled it into a ball, seeming to be very dissatisfied with the design.
His magical power had long been strong enough to allow him to shape mithril at will, without the need for a rigid fixed form like a gun blade.
You can create any weapon you want. This kind of design can be called arbitrary.
Vincent reached out his hand again and caught the flying suitcase steadily.
Nico had already taken out all the mithril in the vault at Gringotts in England, leaving only some alchemical tools and precious artworks.
He pulled out a metal cube from the briefcase that was slightly larger than the box.
Inside is stored unprocessed liquid mithril, and there are a total of 30 metal cubes like this.
With the help of the double snake caduceus, they were quickly shaped into a portable briefcase that was slightly larger than the suitcase.
The silvery luster of Mithril gradually dimmed, and finally only the restrained gunmetal color remained.
The entire surface of the briefcase looks particularly solid and heavy, with a magic rune engraved in the middle, "?".
Vincent picked it up and imagined in his mind the appearance and structure of the gunblade.
As powerful mana seeped into the briefcase, it returned to its flowing mithril state and quickly transformed into a gunblade.
The whole process is very quick, probably similar to chanting a spell.
"It's still too slow..." Vincent put the briefcase back in place and sat on the floor holding it.
Even though Mithril was the most demon-friendly metal, he was still not satisfied with the speed of forcibly shaping it using magic power.
If it is as fast as the normal wizard chanting spells and casting spells, it would be better to just fix the multiple forms.
Unless his magic power is even stronger, strong enough to complete the shaping of mithril in an instant.
But this is too difficult and it is impossible to do it in a short period of time.
Or perhaps create an alchemical tool that can perform telepathy and speed up the shaping of mithril by reading thoughts?
No, he was a natural master of Occlumency, and not even the Sorting Hat could read his thoughts.
Do we have to compromise?
No, there must be another way.
Vincent's eyes flickered over the array of weapons lying around.
The internal structure of a firearm is often the most complex, while the gun blade can be said to be simple in comparison.
"If you fix several different internal structures in advance..."
He picked up the double snake staff and pointed it at the grenade launcher in front of him.
The interior is completely disassembled and then perfectly reproduced in a briefcase.
All you need to do is use magic power to shape the appearance of the mithril, and sure enough, a grenade launcher appeared in an instant.
Moreover, there is no limit on the number of gun barrels, you can create as many as you want.
Vincent pointed the double snake staff in his hand at the weapons in front of him one by one, replicating their internal structures into the briefcase one by one.
A submachine gun equipped with a flamethrower, a Gatling gun that fires high-explosive grenades, a three-barreled missile launcher...
He created countless weapons that exceeded imagination, perfectly demonstrating what it means to do whatever one wants.
He held up the briefcase with excitement.
There is no need to consider complex internal structures anymore, all the user needs is enough imagination.
If we have to mention the disadvantage, it is that we have to replicate the internal structure of a large number of weapons.
If you want to have additional magical effects, you have to carve a set of magic circuits separately.
This amount of work is enough to make your scalp tingle just thinking about it.
But Vincent is not in a hurry. He can improve it bit by bit.
Now that I have my first little gadget that can protect myself, I feel more at ease.
He gently waved his double snake staff and assembled the completely disassembled weapons on the floor back to their original state.
Eric, who was downstairs flipping through a magazine idly, was stunned when he saw his son coming down carrying a large box.
"Are you done?"
"Yeah, it's not that difficult."
Eric was silent for a moment, "The second batch will arrive tomorrow morning, I will arrange for those big guys as soon as possible."
Vincent nodded and went back to the room to take down the briefcase.
"Dad, this is what I have achieved in the morning."
"Really..." Eric took it in his hand and looked at it carefully.
It looks ordinary, except for the magic rune in the middle.
It’s a bit light, but looks pretty solid. I think it’s better than a brick.
“What can this thing become?”
Vincent took the briefcase and opened it, and it was filled with small rockets.
Eric's eyes widened and he swallowed subconsciously.
"There's more than one."
The powerful magic power instantly transformed the briefcase into an anti-material rifle with a particularly exaggerated appearance, and soon it turned into a single-person artillery with a caliber larger than a football.
Eric was stunned by the weapons that exceeded his imagination.
This is not for self-defense, it can obviously be used to fight a small-scale war.
If those big guys also reproduced it...
Eric shuddered. "Now I'm beginning to worry about those wizards who dare to do bad things to you."
Vincent put the briefcase back in place and said, "Dad, I'm not a warmongerer. I won't open it easily."
Eric laughed dryly. "The most terrifying thing about this box is not the improvement in the firepower of a single soldier, but that it can perfectly replicate any weapon. Not only can it provide a wide variety of choices, but it can even create completely new weapons through different combinations."
The more complex the battlefield, the greater its advantage.
In Eric's opinion, an elite team fully equipped with it would be enough to sweep the wizarding world.
Vincent agreed with him very much. "It's a pity that its usage threshold is too high, otherwise it would be easy to equip a large number of combat forces."
Eric rolled his eyes. "You want to build a few more? This thing is simply Pandora's box. If your stupid minister knew about it, he would definitely immediately list you as the number one dangerous person."
A multi-purpose weapon that combines magic and technology, created through alchemy.
Not to mention the British Ministry of Magic, even the International Confederation of Wizards would probably be scared.
Vincent looked down at the briefcase in his hand with deep conviction, "It does have the potential to become Pandora's Box."
One day, this briefcase named Pandora will become a true ultimate weapon.
Once it is turned on, disaster will come.
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