I Keep Witches While Others Keep Dragons

Bang! Bang! Bang!

There were continuous explosions in the furnace.

Arci was overjoyed.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

This word kept repeating in his mind, hoping that Andrew's furnace would explode.

Once the furnace exploded, it would be a zero score.

This time, his main goal was Andrew. No matter how he achieved it, as long as Andrew got a zero score, Arci's task would be completed.

Senior officials always pointed out that they must suppress Andrew. Nason was not important. It didn't matter if he could get a zero score or not.

Not far away, when Chuck saw this scene, his face turned blue with shock.

With years of experience, he keenly sensed that the amount of magic power in the Andrew furnace was unusual.

This far exceeded the amount of magic power that a level C equipment must have.

"Damn it! There's something wrong with his furnace! Everyone, stop the exam and leave the auditorium."

All of a sudden, the whole examination room was a mess.

Except for Arci and Nason, all the other students were flustered and rushed out of the classroom.

Several invigilators also quickly used defensive magic and covered the whole classroom wall.

This was a finished power furnace, and the power of the explosion was extraordinary.

At least he couldn't explore the building.

As for Andrew.

The six invigilators stared at him while maintaining defensive magic, and no one stepped forward to stop him.

At this point, any external interference would cause an explosion in advance.

Now the only hope was that Andrew could stabilize the magic power in the furnace by himself.

Although with the experience, the possibility of success could be said to be very small.

At the same time, the surface of Andrew's furnace was golden red, which seemed to be melting at any time.

This made Arci more excited.

Excellent!

If it went on like this, no matter whether he could stabilize it or not, the furnace would be burned through first.

At that time, even if he could stay calm, the furnace would explode.

'God helps me.'

'Andrew, it seems that I am the one the gods favor!'

Even holy mages couldn't withstand the explosion of such a powerful refining material magic power.

'If you can't use magic in the refining process, you will surely die!'

When Chuck and the other masters saw this scene, they were very nervous.

Those students who had escaped from the classroom saw their tutor use defensive magic and all stopped. They bent over the door and window and curiously looked at Andrew's action.

But at this moment, Andrew, who had attracted everyone's attention, didn't make the right choice as usual: turn off the fire, and then gradually draw out magic power to lower the temperature of the furnace.

As long as magic power was pulled out as much as possible before the explosion, the possibility and power of the explosion would be greatly reduced.

On the contrary.

Andrew pressed the switch hard, and the fire on the stove rose again.

"What does he want to do?" Seeing this scene, Chuck felt that his heart seemed to jump out of his throat.

He didn't turn off the heat, but continued to heat it instead?

'Are you courting death?'

Seeing this, Arci was even more ecstatic.

'Hahaha, do you want to die? Idiot!'

But no one noticed it.

Nason, who was standing next to Andrew, never took a step back.

In the face of the danger of explosion at any time, he just looked at it fearlessly, as if it was a trivial matter.

The furnace was burning at a visible speed.

Arci and Nason could feel the heat on their faces from 3 meters away.

Beads of sweat were boiling on Andrew's face and soon evaporated.

His face turned red because of the heatwave.

But his expression gradually became calm.

The molten iron in the furnace was boiling like a volcano that would erupt at any time, and the whole furnace was shaking violently.

The explosion seemed to be on the verge of happening.

But Andrew seemed to be crazy and kept heating it.

At the edge of the furnace, there was even a faint sign of melting.

Just as everyone was extremely worried.

Andrew's eyes lit up.

"Now is the time!"

He slammed the switch off.

At the moment when the furnace cracked, Andrew lifted the mold out of the bottom with a thunderous momentum.

It was not a casting tool.

Instead, it was a type of cooling mold.

Once one end was injected with molten iron, the molten iron would cool down and be pulled out in the form of silk threads at the other end.

As soon as possible, Andrew adjusted the filaments of the model to the thinnest. Regardless of the consequences, he directly released the frozen dragon bite and condensed an ice glove.

Then he stretched out his hand, held the cracked furnace, and poured it into the cooling die.

The high temperature was at least tens of thousands of degrees.

Just by grabbing it, the fist of the frozen dragon was melted and thin at a visible speed.

Even before it melted, the hot wave penetrated the ice and reached Andrew's palms.

Andrew winced in pain, but he didn't relax at all.

As the molten iron was poured into the model, the iron wire was continuously discharged from the other end of the model.

When the molten iron was half poured.

Crack.

The frozen dragon bit broke.

The boxing gloves made of ice were completely dissolved.

When Andrew's palm touched the furnace, a large amount of green smoke rose with a sizzling sound, and his palm was immediately burnt to pieces.

But Andrew didn't care about his injured hands.

Even if he tried his best to burn them all, he would never let them go.

Finally.

Bang.

When the last drop of iron was poured out, Andrew finally let go of his hands.

The furnace, which had already reached its limit, fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Andrew was exhausted and fell to the ground.

Succeed?

Chuck couldn't believe it.

What happened?

All this happened too fast. Chuck had never seen his alchemy skills before.

Arci looked even more confused.

Nason hurried to help him up.

However, Andrew's hand was shocking.

The flesh and bones of his palm were completely separated, and the bones and the back of his hand had become charred.

It could be said that these hands must be disabled if there were no healing magic.

Nason applied a bottle of medium therapeutic liquid to Andrew's hands, which made him look better.

All the masters hurried forward to check it.

Seeing that Andrew had used the healing liquid, they felt a little relieved.

Then they looked at Andrew and the equipment he made with his hands.

At this moment, the six teachers were all stunned.

"Ha ha ha, you seem to have risked your life. I thought you were refining something good, but you just refined such a pile of broken things!"

Arci couldn't help laughing again when he saw the finished Andrew.

Seeing this, the teachers couldn't help but feel sorry for Andrew.

Because the thing in front of him made it impossible to connect with the magic equipment.

Andrew made a ball of thread.

Yes, it was just a ball of thread.

They were as thin as a hair, in light water blue, like ordinary cotton threads, and a little metallic.

But anyway, it was a mess, about a kilogram of thread.

The students outside also looked around curiously.

Did Andrew's grand action fail?