I Made Scientific Magic

Chapter 486 The truth cannot be killed!

Accompanied by the roar of the propellers, the mighty fighter planes rushed across the wide runway and flew into the blue sky.

I have to say that today is sunny and cloudless, which is a good weather for flying!

Yolande below looked at the 'Silver Eagle' that soared into the sky and flew towards the sky, and his heart was full of emotion.

Three years ago in the land of wizards, flying was still the privilege of great wizards, and only a very small number of wizards with three rings who possessed special magic could do this.

Nowadays, as long as they are pilots who have received formal training, they can fly airships and fighter planes to conquer the vast sky.

This was unimaginable in the past...

According to this, at an altitude of 2,000 meters, after a brief gathering of 30 fighter planes, they spread out in a circle. The empire is really too big, and their tasks are very heavy. Everyone needs to be responsible for a large area. , until all the two hundred leaflets carried have been sent out.

Lydia skillfully manipulated the fighter plane to make a standard climbing movement, and the speed reached the limit in just a few minutes.

Three hundred and sixty kilometers per hour, even through the gas mask, both of them could hear the extremely violent wind.

Even Lydia once broke through the original speed limit - this is the latest achievement of the workshop alchemists in the transformation of fighter planes in recent months.

Dennis, the master alchemist, added a special device to the rear of the fighter, which can release compressed airflow, so that the fighter can cross the original speed limit in a short time...

"Is it the original jet propulsion? As expected of a master alchemist, this is really fast..." Lynn had a little smile on his face. It is not surprising that Dennis can think of this. It should be obtained from internal combustion engines and steam engines. some inspiration.

It is said that an alchemist also wanted to use the airflow generated by the explosion to provide power in a whimsical way, but this suggestion was quickly rejected by everyone.

Because the impact of the explosion is too uncontrollable, the requirements for the material of the fighter are also too harsh.

"Too fast...too fast!" Lydia's heart was beating extremely fast, although she shouted like this, her spirit became particularly excited.

In fact, this is the first time she has used this particular model.

"Let's save some fuel, we have to fly to several cities, just get familiar with it a little bit." Lynn reminded.

Only then did Lydia stop, still unsatisfied.

Lynn shook his head helplessly. He found that the more dangerous the job, the more excited the halfling girl was.

Before, he thought about whether to comfort Lydia, so as to appease the other party's emotions, so as not to be too nervous when performing the task, but now it seems that there is no need for this.

After flying like this for 20 minutes, Lynn suddenly turned his head and looked over. In the distance, a city was already in sight.

...

In the border city of the Empire, Badassland, in a stable filled with hay and manure.

Old Mann was vigorously waving the shovel in his hand to clean up the piles of smelly horse manure.

This is not an easy task, because there are about 1,000 war horses in the territory of Badass, but the rather harsh and greedy Earl is only willing to hire 20 grooms, which means that each person needs to take care of them all. More than fifty war horses...

If it wasn't for this job that he could get two silvers a month, I'm afraid Old Marn would have quit this job a long time ago.

However, the two silver coins are not the reward, because the head of Badass can always deduct at least 50 copper coins for various reasons.

Thinking of this, Old Marn felt very distressed, and couldn't help cursing in his heart.

If it was okay half a year ago, even if the salary would be deducted, the remaining ones would be enough for him to buy black bread to live on, but now it is different. Due to the approaching war, the price of food has risen a lot. Ten coppers are only enough for twenty days.

While cursing in his heart, Old Marn shoveled the horse dung on the ground with all his strength, as if he was shoveling some people's heads, but when he saw the rather rich manager walking towards him After coming over, he put on a smiling face again, nodded and bowed his head, and reported the current situation of the more than fifty war horses under his control.

The supervisor who passed by for inspection obviously didn't intend to stay in this smelly stable for a long time. After confirming that there were no sick horses and no staff being lazy, he left the area directly.

When the rich manager left, Old Marn spit into the haystack while everyone was not paying attention, and continued to curse a few words in his heart.

The rest of the grooms who were cleaning the stables also stopped their movements and shoveled horse manure for more than an hour, their hands were already sore and limp.

A group of resting grooms quickly gathered together. One of them looked around and saw that no guards were coming, so he lowered his voice and said.

"Have you heard? Last night, Gardel wanted to sneak out from the southern city wall, but was discovered by the patrolling guards..."

"Garde? That bastard who likes to draw and count?" Old Marn froze for a moment, he naturally knew this kid.

Although Gard does some sneaky things all day long, he is not a bad person, he just wants to get a bite of food, and occasionally helps them do the calculations.

The rest of the grooms were also talking about it. Everyone knew that the bishop now strictly ordered no one to go out, and the consequences of being caught by the guards can be imagined.

"Then how is he doing now?" Old Marn asked curiously and with a hint of worry.

"What else can I do? I heard that His Excellency the Bishop was very angry and tied Gard to the stake that night and burned him alive!" the groom lowered his voice and said timidly.

All the people present fell into a deathly silence, until the groom next to him named Dali said something in horror. "But...he...what did he sneak out of the city for?"

"What else can I do? Of course I'm going..." The groom suddenly closed his mouth, not daring to continue.

Old Marn and the others already understood that Gadell took such a big risk and wanted to leave the city for only one purpose and that was to go to the City of Fire Oil!

In fact, Gardel is not the first person to do this. During this period of time, there have been several smuggling incidents in Badasland.

Many courageous people who couldn't make it through fled to the city of fire oil, the kingdom of wizards.

At first, Old Marn didn't understand why anyone would want to go to the territory controlled by those demon minions, but recently he heard a lot of rumors from unknown sources.

Some people say that wizards are far less terrifying than the church's propaganda, they have nothing to do with demons, and they are not the messengers of the end.

It is also said that after the wizards occupied the cities of the empire, not only did they not wantonly kill, but they also distributed food to the local people, repaired houses, and built a large number of workshops. Each laborer can get at least six full The silver coin remuneration is three times his current salary!

Tracy, who was hungry all day long in Badas, stowed to the city of oil and not only ate delicious white bread, but also had her own house.

Old Marn was even in a tavern once, and heard passing merchants talk about some more mysterious things, such as wizards can make a big iron ship sail on the sea, let an airship that is taller than a building Floating in the sky, there are tall and large trains that can transport thousands of people, and even make bread with magic.

It is said that the thing tastes like clouds, which is not comparable to white bread.

Old Marn really couldn't understand what it was like to eat clouds, it must be a rare delicacy.

However, he has not heard similar news recently. The cardinal stationed in the territory of Badas expelled all the caravans, and arrested many traveling merchants who spread the news, thinking that These people were bewitched by demons.

"You say, is the City of Fire Oil really as good as the rumors say?" A groom named Dali said suddenly, obviously also having some intentions.

This remark soon drew a burst of ridicule. "You believe this too? Didn't your lord bishop say that? Those are all lies of the devil to lure us into hell. Those idiots who went to the city of fire oil are probably dead long ago..."

"If there is such a place, it is probably the Lord's heaven, right?" Another groom said full of longing.

Old Marn also nodded in agreement. It is recorded in the Bible that the devil usually uses lies as a temptation to trick them into giving up their souls.

Even though he thought so, the rumored dreamlike scene of the City of Fire Oil could not help but reverberate in Old Marn's mind, after all, it was so beautiful.

"Wait... what is that? Heaven, look at the sky!"

A cry of exclamation suddenly sounded in Old Made's ears, pulling him out of his fantasy, and hurriedly looked towards the sky. It seemed that a huge eagle was flying down towards the city.

When he got a little closer, Old Made realized that it was not an eagle, but a silver 'steel behemoth'.

It is incredibly big, and its shape is quite beautiful, which makes people unforgettable after seeing it.

"This must be a wizard's war machine..." A groom shouted in horror. Although he didn't know what it was, he had heard it from the pastors of the church.

The wizard brought many powerful war machines from the abyss, one of which could fly high in the sky and cast hellfire on the ground.

This strange flame cannot be extinguished even by water, and the body of those who are infected with it will be burned to the ground, and the soul will be dragged into hell.

Fortunately, at this moment, a series of shimmering lights suddenly flew out of the city, and the old Marn immediately realized that it must be the cardinal who made the move!

A glimmer of hope suddenly rose in everyone's hearts, but the fighter plane flying into the sky was incredibly flexible, constantly deflecting the fuselage, flexibly dodging every divine attack, and even lowered the altitude again like a provocation. Flew straight to this side,

"Run!" "Get out of the way, it's flying this way!" The dozens of grooms who gathered here were in a mess, and they ran into the stable in a hurry. able to provide some shelter.

It's just that old Made was not so lucky. He was knocked to the ground by a panic-stricken companion, and he rolled a few times like a rolling gourd. After finally getting up, he saw the 'silver giant beast' approaching. Swooping down from the sky at an extremely fast speed.

Old Made's expression was close to despair, especially when he saw that in the wide open bilge, the cabin at the bottom opened with a bang, throwing out clusters of 'bombs' the size of human heads.

One of the 'bombs' is falling towards this side.

Huge fighter jets whizzed past his head, and the sound of piercing the air almost shattered the eardrums. Old Made didn't care at the moment, because under his horrified gaze, the 'bomb' suddenly exploded. It burst open!

Old Made, who had no time to escape, could only close his eyes in despair, and curled up on the ground, waiting for the arrival of death.

However, after a full half a minute, there was no pain in his body.

Old Made opened his eyes in a daze. There was no explosion or fire in front of him, only the countless white paper pages scattered down, and a small package...

Before he figured out what happened, hundreds of leaflets had fallen in the stable, some fell outside and on the roof, and the other part scattered in the open space and covered him.

Trembling slightly, Old Made picked up the thin paper covering his body, and was attracted by the very conspicuous black and white photos on the paper at a glance.

It was an internal photo of the city of fire oil, beautiful houses neatly arranged, wide and clean roads, lively streets and alleys, workshops constantly emitting chimney smoke, and a huge airship passing through the sky ...

Old Made's education level is limited, and he doesn't know many characters, but as long as he is an individual, he can understand pictures.

And there is not only one 'picture' like this on the page, they are the pictures of the train leaving the platform, the renovation of the slums, and the hard work of the workers in the workshop, all of which are so vivid.

Even the best painters in the Empire could not complete such exquisite works - it was like printing reality on paper!

When the rest of the grooms realized that the strange 'silver giant' was not here to kill them, they also came out of the stables one after another. There were many brave people who reached out to pick up the leaflets and checked them, and they said something. exclamation sound.

Dali, who was the most courageous, went to the package that was thrown down together with the flyer, and opened it, and there were several square bread bricks inside.

From the appearance, it does not look like white bread noodles, let alone black bread noodles. It is very soft when pinched by hand.

"Could it be magic bread?" Dali immediately thought of the rumors about those wizards.

Could it be that those rumors about the City of Fire Oil are true.

"Dali, you are the most literate among us, can you tell me what is written on it?" A groom handed over the leaflet in his hand.

Dali stretched out his hand to take it. The title was written in specially bold characters on the front page of the leaflet. He naturally recognized those words, so he murmured them out in a trembling tone.

"Truth can't be killed!"