Chapter 800: All British wizards are fucking crazy
1994 year 6 month 16 day,
At 10:15 in the morning,
The third floor of Wayne's house.
After setting up the camera in the room, Vincent put on a pair of metal boots with trepidation.
Even though I had tested them numerous times yesterday, I still felt a strong sense of uneasiness when I actually put them on.
He pointed the camera at the desk, then took a deep breath in front of the camera. "First practical test of the flying boots. May Merlin bless you."
He closed his eyes and tried to relax himself, and when he opened his eyes, his face was filled with infinite confidence.
"start up!"
As he spoke, invisible magic power began to seep into the flying boots.
The magic circuits carved on its surface lit up one by one, followed by bursts of extremely loud noises, and then air streams spurted out from the nozzles on the soles.
As soon as Vincent's feet left the ground, he kicked around in the air as if he had lost his balance before he could even feel happy.
"Gugu?" Gugu next to the camera tilted his head and looked at him who was trying to keep his balance.
Merlin really showed up, at least he didn't jump directly onto the roof like last time.
In mid-air, Vincent activated the two auxiliary nozzles on the sides of his boots and was quickly adapting to the discomfort caused by the feeling of weightlessness.
The auxiliary nozzles of the flight boots are mainly used to adjust the posture, following the same principle as the palm nozzles of the next door Shit Big Egg.
And they work great.
Vincent quickly adapted and began to control the flying boots to slowly fly towards the desk.
The hot air jetted out from the soles of the shoes instantly blew away several drafts on the table.
Countless theoretical tests have proven that flight boots are feasible, but their stability is still unknown.
Vincent flew back to the camera and landed, his heavy metal boots immediately making two dents in the wooden floor.
If you want to test stability, such a small room is definitely not enough.
He walked to the window in his boots and lowered his head to think for a moment.
Under the gaze of Gugu's big eyes full of doubt, he suddenly disappeared into the air, followed by a very loud noise.
"Gugu?" Gugu tilted his head and looked at the desk drawer.
This is a good opportunity since the shit scooper is not here.
However, its every move happened to be recorded by the camera that was still recording.
Back to Vincent, who was under the Disillusionment Spell, had just finished flying around Wayne's house.
The response time is very fast, there is almost no delay, and the coordination between the main nozzle and the auxiliary nozzle is also very good.
Well, it's time to test its limits.
He cast the Armor Spell silently and without a wand, and then increased the magic power input into the flying boots.
The strong airflow that instantly burst out from the soles of his shoes pushed him quickly into the sky, and the people on the ground raised their heads when they heard the sound.
But they saw nothing.
Just when people began to wonder if there was a collective auditory hallucination, a strong wind blew over their heads.
"Oh my God! Is it a UFO?"
"Maybe it's a stealth aircraft that the military is secretly researching!"
Vincent couldn't hear their discussion at all.
He flew across Oxford Street at high speed and reached the road outside.
A Ferrari sped past underneath, leaving behind only an enchanting red silhouette.
Even more powerful magic power quickly flowed into the invisible flying boots.
The nozzle on the sole flows like liquid and finally becomes a larger nozzle.
This is high-speed cruising mode, which abandons the auxiliary nozzle's posture adjustment to achieve maximum speed increase.
A noise far louder than the engines on the ground came from the sky.
In just a blink of an eye, Vincent had flown over the roof of the Ferrari.
These are turbofan engines used in fighter jets. Although their size has been greatly reduced, alchemy and mithril can ensure that their power will not be reduced too much.
The sudden and loud explosion was so loud that even the Ferrari owner could hear it clearly through the glass, and the white mist in the air that looked like stones thrown into the water made him slam on the brakes.
It was really weird. Not only did I see the sonic boom cloud in broad daylight, but I couldn't even see the shadow of the thing.
"This is definitely alien technology!" said the Ferrari owner to the blonde girl in the passenger seat.
Look at the trees on the roadside, their leaves are all over the sky.
Vincent, who was flying towards Watford, was of course unaware of their discussion. A speed close to Mach 2 was really not something that ordinary people could withstand.
If it weren't for the protection of the Armor Spell, the wizard would definitely not be able to withstand it with his physique.
But even so, the maximum speed of the flying boots has not been fully explored.
The maximum speed of the turbofan engine is Mach 3, but the fighter jets that are equipped with it generally weigh more than 10 tons.
Vincent weighs only a little over 80 kilograms at most, and the limit of his flying boots is definitely far more than Mach 3.
Two floors, three floors, four floors...
He put on 15 layers of armor spell, and then poured a huge amount of mana into his flying boots.
The terrifying acceleration made him feel as if his whole body was being squeezed.
Compared to Apparition, the experience of high-speed cruise mode is obviously much worse.
Larger sonic boom clouds suddenly appeared in the sky, followed by deafening sounds of breaking the sound barrier one after another.
Fortunately, there are not many vehicles on the road leading to Watford, otherwise the shock of turning the steering wheel sharply and braking suddenly would have caused a serious car accident.
However, a burgundy GT-R that was about to drive into Watford was not affected at all, and it even sped up to catch up.
Rin, who was sitting in the driver's seat, looked at the huge sonic boom clouds in the sky and couldn't help but swear.
"All British wizards are fucking lunatics!"
It's fine to use the time converter legally and reasonably, and to install a hurricane formed by magic power on the hot air balloon as an accelerator, but there are actually wizards who dare to fly at several times the speed of sound.
What about the British Ministry of Magic? Doesn't it care?
"Why do I always feel that this magical aura is a little familiar..."
She suddenly slammed on the brakes.
A burgundy GT-R was speeding across the road.
Other wizards might not recognize it, but she had experienced this powerful magic firsthand.
"Vincent Wayne..." A resentful voice echoed in the carriage.
A quiet and beautiful bay town that makes people reluctant to leave?
All the good mood is gone, what the hell!
Turn around! Go to London! She wants to punish the culprit!
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Vincent returned home around 12 noon.
The performance of the flying boots is so powerful that it takes less than half a minute to fly from London to Watford, and only an hour to fly around England.
He flew into the room window and landed on the floor, still feeling the shock brought by the flying boots.
"Knock Knock-"
Vincent looked towards the closed door.
"Why are we having lunch so early today..." He muttered to himself as he opened the door.
It was not Evelyn, nor Eric, but Rin with a smile on her face.
"How did you come?"
"What do you think?"
Vincent was full of questions, "Are you here for a free meal?"
Lin Yin's face darkened instantly, "Don't you know what you just did?"
After breaking the speed of sound, you can no longer hear any sound from the outside world.
"Uh..." Vincent reacted without any embarrassment, "I don't think I caused any major accidents, right?"
Linyin clenched her fists, and the veins on her arms popped out. "How dare you fly so fast in broad daylight? Aren't you afraid of being discovered by your Muggles?"
Vincent waved his hand dismissively, "Why should I be afraid? They can't see me.
Besides, which country doesn’t have some UFO rumors these days?”
Rin was completely speechless.
He is not a madman, he is a madman who is crazier than a madman.
If he had been born in her country, he would have been captured and thrown into the Rakshasa prison on the bottom of the sea.
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