Magic Industrial Age

Two days later,

Outside Oser City, in mid-air.

The Moon airship hovered, with seven Rank 4 Catastrophe experts standing to the left and right, their imposing presence shining brilliantly, seemingly more dazzling than the sun in the sky.

Of course, the other side was not to be outdone.

In the void, from all directions, vast auras surged, some powerful, some mysterious, some vigorous, some sharp, some dark...

They did not show themselves, but the number of auras displayed was definitely not less than those brought by Grand Duke Carlisle.

However, Grand Duke Carlisle at this time did not have the slightest fear, his whole person appearing calm and lazy, like a well-fed beast, revealing a bit of leisure and elegance.

It was not until Grand Duchess Afra arrived in mid-air on a golden magic carpet that the two sides faced each other from a distance.

They did not shout to fight and kill, nor did they tear their faces, but instead showed a polite side.

Grand Duchess Afra even said with a smile: "Welcome Grand Duke Carlisle to visit the Norman Duchy. Your arrival makes Oser City shine with glory."

Duke Carlisle also smiled, his smile much gentler: "It is my honor to be personally greeted by the Norman Grand Duchess."

"Then let's go down and talk. Whatever the matter, let's lay it out and talk about it, and naturally it will be easy to solve."

"I've been waiting for you to say that, please!"

"Please!"

Thus, everyone saw, Rank 4s surrounding them, their auras erupting, as if a great battle was about to break out in the next second.

But in the center, the two Grand Dukes talked happily, smiling and chatting.

This is the hypocrisy and compromise that nobles should have!

...

Flower Collar.

Lionheart Manor, second floor, study.

Looking at the message in his hand, Loy couldn't help but smile with a hint of sarcasm.

Three days, only three days, and the matter that had been dragging on for several months had been completely resolved.

Grand Duke Carlisle first discussed with Grand Duchess Afra, and no one knew what promises he made or what agreements he reached, but he actually made the Grand Duchess stand by and no longer express her position.

Then, Grand Duke Carlisle found several nobles, either threatening, forcing, or promising, and as a result, these nobles became pawns.

They attacked those nobles who had recklessly reached out to the Carlisle family as if they were crazy.

Even Earl Wicker, who received Loy's message and withdrew quickly, did not escape the reckoning.

But he didn't dare to do anything, and didn't dare to fight back. He could only swallow his losses.

As for the successor of Marquis Carlisle, the new Marquis, the Grand Duke's selection method was even simpler and more brutal.

He didn't look at background, he didn't look at ability, and he didn't look at strength.

He just fed all the candidates a kind of poison, suppressing their battle aura and even suppressing their physical fitness.

Then, he removed all armor, stripped off all magical items, only gave them the most basic long swords, and locked them in the arena.

Grand Duke Carlisle's original words were that only the most ferocious one was the Marquis Carlisle needed.

This is the Carlisle family, they can be without talent, they can have poor aptitude, but they must be ferocious enough.

Not only ferocious to the enemy, but also to themselves.

This is the family style of the Carlisle family, you can say it is crazy, but it is also enough to be feared.

In the end, only one of the twelve Carlisle family bloodlines walked out.

His name was Saron Carlisle, the most insignificant branch bloodline, who had been discriminated against since childhood, but now, he jumped to become one of the most honorable people in the Norman Duchy, the new Marquis Carlisle.

Then, Grand Duke Carlisle took him by his side for three days.

In just three days, when this person reappeared, he was another Grand Duke Carlisle.

Even if he only learned three-tenths of the similarity, it was enough to make people fear him like a tiger.

Of course, the war reparations that Grand Duke Carlisle promised Loy were also delivered.

Two hundred thousand of the finest Bonaparte gold shields, each weighing the equivalent of one and a half Norman gold coins, were escorted by three transcendent knights and a Rank 3 mage.

On the third day after the Moon airship left, they went upstream along the Ruhr River and were delivered to Loy.

At this point, the noble war in Frost Moon Canyon came to a complete end.

However, Loy was not happy at all.

Although he neither lost face nor lost benefits, the situation of being attacked at his doorstep still made him feel a humiliation of being forced to sign a treaty of surrender.

Beep beep beep!

A knock on the door came, calling Loy's thoughts back. He said, "Enter!"

Butler Hoover opened the door and stepped aside, and a slender girl walked in.

She was wearing a large red mage robe, which looked bright and flamboyant, and a belt was tied around her waist, highlighting the perfect curves of her upper body.

Her small face was fair and clean, her skin was soft and smooth, her eyes were big and bright, and there was a feeling of calm but brewing storm inside, which was very strange.

This was the granddaughter of Mage Mennon, the Rank 2 LV9 mechanical mage, Christina Baker.

She looked at Loy, and there was no fear in her eyes, but rather some curiosity, a curiosity for her peers.

She asked: "Earl Loy, do you need something from me?"

Loy looked at her, but did not speak immediately, but tapped the table with his fingers, silent, as if hesitating.

Christina was a little dissatisfied, and said: "Earl Loy, if you have something to say, just say it. If you don't have anything, I'm leaving."

Loy finally looked up. He looked at Christina and asked: "I heard that you love magic firearms and hope to become a respected gunsmith?"

"Yes, so what?"

Christina responded, then looked at Loy with her eyes shining, and asked: "Could it be that you want me to build an exclusive magic firearm for you?

Hahaha, you have good eyes, I will definitely come up with a work that satisfies you.

However, you have to prepare the materials yourself. I can give you a discount on the handling fee!"

Loy smiled, did not answer, but said: "Don't you think that the current magic firearms have gone astray?"

The most ⊥ new ⊥ small ⊥ said ⊥ is ⊥ at ⊥ six ⊥ 9 ⊥⊥ book ⊥⊥ bar ⊥⊥ first ⊥ hair!

Christina frowned and asked: "What do you mean? Can you not speak in riddles? Just say what you have to say!"

Loy said to himself: "In fact, this world is not short of powerful professions. Not to mention the rare professions of ancient times, even the ones that are now common throughout the continent can have powerful power when they reach a high level.

Then, why do you have to have a magic gunslinger? Why do you have to have magic firearms? What advantages can these magic firearms have?"

These three questions finally made Christina quiet. She followed Loy's train of thought, tilted her head and thought for a long time, but her brows furrowed even tighter.

"So? Do you think it is wrong to manufacture powerful magic firearms?"

"No, it can't be said to be wrong, it's just that the needs are different."

Loy said: "Truly powerful magic gunslingers naturally need special firearms to maximize their abilities and compete with truly powerful people.

This is a road, but it is definitely not all of magic firearms!"

"In my opinion, the greatest role of magic firearms, and even magic cannons, is to bridge the gap between the weak and the strong."

"A magic apprentice who has just started meditating, they don't know any magic, but when they pick up a magic firearm, they can make knights who have trained for several years, or even decades, die on the spot!

If they are trained intensively for a period of time and form an army, they can even make powerful knight orders fall on the road of charge."

At this moment, Loy looked directly at Christina, his voice low and full of vitality: "If, I said if, if we can invent more powerful standard magic firearms and equip more army magic gunslingers, is it possible to make Rank 3 transcendents die on the battlefield?

Is it possible to make noble Rank 4 Catastrophes retreat?"

Christina almost blurted out: "How is that possible?"

"Before magic firearms appeared, have you ever thought that a magic apprentice who has just started meditating could kill a formal knight?"

Christina shook her head and explained: "But, but, but that's different?

Rank 3 transcendents have many methods, not to mention Rank 4 experts, that is a small disaster!"

Loy smiled, he leaned back and said softly: "If you don't even dare to think about it, how can you manufacture powerful magic firearms?"

Christina finally reacted, she shouted: "Loy, Earl Loy, don't tell me these nonsense.

Now, tell me, what do you want me to do here?"

"I want to ask you to design a magic firearm, the requirements are sturdy and durable, adaptable, low cost, and it must be extremely lethal and easy to maintain.

I want to use it to arm my army, and I want to use it to completely end the era of knights."

After a slight pause, Loy said again: "Christina, do you want to complete such an epoch-making magic firearm?"

"I want to, but that's impossible!

If it were that simple, I'm afraid too many mechanical mages would have done it, and the empire's main force would not be using the second-generation magic rifle."

Loy grinned: "They can't, doesn't mean I can't, doesn't mean you can't do it.

As long as you are willing, I will give you help."

Christina was silent for a moment, then said: "If there is really the kind of weapon you said, then I will definitely inform the empire!"

"I looked for you, I didn't want to hide it from the empire, as long as the empire gives me some shares, don't eat it all up."

Saying this, Loy said again: "After success, you can go to His Holiness Saint Bartholomew."

"In that case, I can promise you. Tell me, what earth-shattering design do you have?"

Loy raised his hand, the Aphorism Ring appeared, and the magic brilliance surged, and a stack of information appeared.

He pushed the information in front of Christina and said: "This is the heavy machine gun I want you to design.

It uses a canvas ammunition bag, with a capacity of 333 rounds, which can continuously supply ammunition, and can also choose single shot, burst, and adjust the rate of fire.

Its effective range is 2000 meters, and the theoretical rate of fire is 600 rounds per minute."

"Just like that Frost Moon Canyon, as long as there are three such heavy machine guns, a firepower network can be formed in a narrow area, blocking all offensive routes, and no matter how many people come, they will die!"

"I named this magic machine gun, it's called, the Maxim Magic Heavy Machine Gun!"

At this moment, Christina could no longer hear what Loy was saying, she was just attracted by the design drawing of the weapon, her eyes were straight.