But the real difference lies inside—
Beneath the shell, the Fire Scale Ointnt slowly flows, like lava veins andering through tal, faintly emitting an orange-red glow, giving an unbearable sense of heat.
At the core, a Red Platinum Magic Crystal is quietly embedded, its blazing light uneasily flickering, as if it were a burning heart ready to explode at any mont.
Hillco’s eyes reflected that glow, his voice hoarse, filled with uncontrollable excitent and pride: "This one...the damage radius has expanded to a heavy explosion within fifty ters, causing severe shock wave injuries within eighty ters, the explosion center temperature...nearly two thousand degrees Celsius."
As he spoke, he couldn’t help but grin, the exhaustion and gri on his face seed to vanish, leaving only pure fanaticism and a sense of accomplishnt.
A craftsman imdiately stepped forward, skillfully securing the tripod, embedding the heavy Magic Explosion Bullet into the launch slot.
The Fire Crystal Propulsion Device began to hum, like the low roar of a beast.
The angle slowly elevated, finally setting at a forty-five-degree incline, aid at a rocky mountain foot three hundred steps away.
This was a deliberately arranged long-range strike test.
The foot of that mountain was tough, containing Cold Iron and Profound Ice Vein, impervious to ordinary explosives.
As the craftsman finished counting down, the fuse was pulled, and the heavy Explosive Bullet roared out of the barrel!
Bang—!
The Magic Explosion Bullet traced a crimson streak, dragging a blazing tail like a teor leaping into the sky, flying for nearly three seconds before striking the mountain foot accurately!
Boom—roar!!!
At that mont, it was as if the God of Fire swung a hamr, fiercely striking the backbone of the Northern Lands!
Not just the surface of the mountain shattered, but it collapsed entirely from within.
The explosion point blasted out a blackened giant hole, several yards deep and dozens of ters in diater, with rock lting on the spot, edges rolling with crimson flas, like the throat of Hell opening!
High-temperature airwaves and rock fragnts spewed forth, surging halfway up the mountain.
The entire hillside collapsed, the snow evaporated by the airwaves, the exposed soil instantly charred, leaving long scorch marks. The surface split open, as if torn by giant claws.
More terrifyingly, the mouth not only exploded but continued to spew dark red fire waves ignited by the Fire Scale Ointnt.
Flas danced wildly at the mountain foot, whistling in the wind, with visible heat distortion even appearing in the air.
Even though the people stood a hundred ters away at the observation point, they felt the unbearable heat; the air felt ignited, burning their breath, dust waves crashing, and eardrums buzzing.
Weir was the first to speak: "That’s not an explosion...that’s digging a hole! That’s...the fire that devours mountains!"
Mike gazed at the collapsed and burning mountain foot in the distance, responding quietly: "This is prepared for sieges. One shot can destroy a city wall."
The mountain continued to collapse with thunderous roars, the flas spreading, burning through the snow, even igniting underground natural gas veins, with a series of muffled booms, spewing more dark flas, like a volcanic vent breaking the surface.
For a full thirty seconds, the flas did not extinguish, the explosion center still surged with fire tides, the "fla eye" seed wide open, unblinking.
The crowd remained silent, the air filled with a burnt stench, the heat and rumbling lingering.
Weir’s eyes widened, unaware of the scratches on his face from flying dust: "If I were standing there...I wouldn’t even have dust left."
anwhile, Hillco could hardly conceal his excitent.
He stared at the churning flas, eyes filled with pride and an almost fanatical satisfaction.
This was the weapon he created, the destructive formula he concocted.
More importantly, this wasn’t the strongest version.
Mike raised his head towards the still-collapsing mountain foot, his voice unusually grave and solemn: "This isn’t an ordinary weapon...it’s a combination of explosion and Fire of Hell."
He turned to Louis, speaking heavily: "Sir, this thing...isn’t for clearing the way, it’s for ending wars."
Louis slowly nodded: "Begin mass production imdiately. We might...need it soon."
Upon hearing this, Mike’s heart tightened, and he nodded quickly like a pecking chick.
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