Chapter 593: Only I Use the Law Chapter 593 Test

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

In the Holy Qiao Kingdom, ordinary Aging Scrolls were around Level 6, and Level 4 Mages could produce them. Their effect could roughly cause a living creature to "age" by about thirty years. For a Combat Skill Level knight, aging thirty years would cause all their skills to drop significantly, and most importantly, they often found it difficult to adapt to such bodily changes.

Even lower-grade Aging Scrolls could be produced, but they usually weren't as valuable as damage scrolls, while more powerful Aging Scrolls were usually considered a waste.

Logically speaking, there were too many magics that could replace "Aging," and even better than its effect. But to deal with the evil dragon, the Legendary Mages used Dragon Hall's resources to research for years, eventually discovering that magic stronger than "Aging" couldn't be realized on scrolls, and magic weaker than "Aging" couldn't achieve the effect of weakening a giant dragon.

Eventually, "Aging" was almost the only candidate left. After years of preparation, other alternative options had long been forgotten.

Chen Yi didn't care how efficiently he killed the giant dragon; he just needed to be able to kill it.

This was exactly the mindset of the industrial era: don't worry about what the cost of technology is, first solve whether it can be done, and then efficiency problems would naturally be solved.

If necessary, the production and even release of missiles and scrolls should be able to be greatly accelerated.

"Master, I was wrong, I don't know where I went wrong, but I was wrong, please let me go." The little lizard had an Induction Bomb strapped behind its buttocks, running in circles frantically while roaring desperately, kicking up clouds of smoke and dust on the desert, looking like a sandstorm from afar.

"Do the test well, run faster." Chen Yi ignored the pitiful-sounding voice and continued testing the parameters of the Aging Scroll.

Induction Bombs made of ordinary TNT explosives couldn't hurt a giant dragon; they just made it feel sour, numb, spicy, and itchy, as if cold platter seasoning had been smeared on its chrysanthemum. The bad part was that the little lizard couldn't stop or slow down, otherwise it would feel even more stinging pain.

The pampered illusion dragon had never suffered such torture, panting heavily. If it slackened even slightly, a "bang" would immediately sound from behind, so it had to force itself to run even faster.

A body ten kilometers long was just a drop in the ocean in the desert. On the barren land, explosion sounds rose and fell one after another. Since speed could only go faster, once it reached its limit, it would naturally be blown up.

"Aging level is about 30%." Also participating in the test were three researchers from an experimental vehicle, all from the Human Development Research Society, professional personnel selected by Liu Xinyu. Their joining the organization was similar to Yu Weichao's—elite hot-blooded youths dissatisfied with reality. To some extent, they were like the Legendary Mages who overthrew the evil dragon's rule, receiving salaries and using government and social resources to research how to be anti-government and anti-social.

"30%? Then if three are used at the same time, will the effects stack or what?"

"This... we don't have models to estimate it." The researcher had a bitter face; asking them to analyze magic was truly too difficult.

Chen Yi curled his lips and said: "No, we must get a rough conclusion. Just use the low-level scrolls I gave you to do model analysis."

"We still haven't figured out the principle of scrolls, so we can't do analysis. How about you give us more time?"

"Lives are at stake. If one of my people dies because of this, I'll bury you all with them." Chen Yi widened his eyes threateningly.

Liu Xinyu hurriedly said: "You guys hurry up and do the analysis, stop talking nonsense."

She knew Chen Yi's faith; keeping oaths meant keeping one's word. Now, the lives of three people hung on a group of Divine Art knights.

Compared to these powerful knights, three unknown small research institutes truly lacked survival value, let alone their awkward identities.

Chen Yi frowned slightly with some worry.

According to the experience of the Legendary Mages, at least two Aging Scrolls were needed to achieve combat weakening effects, and three Aging Scrolls were needed to achieve killing effects.

Each Aging Scroll lasted between thirty and forty-five minutes. In such a short time, finding an opportunity to release a scroll three times was quite difficult. The killing opportunity obtained at the cost of three Red Robe Mages permanently regressing often lasted only three minutes or even less. In the records, after a clever dragon tricked one or two Aging Scrolls, it would flee and then rejoin the battlefield.

In a frontal combat situation, the efficiency of this method was extremely limited.

Chen Yi guessed that, despite the lofty records in the Magic Tower, the real Legendary Mages probably gained power through years of terrorism. Moreover, their way of survival was like a terrorist organization, cultivated and strengthened by the opposing side, eventually biting back to become independent.

"Looking at it this way, the dragon's life is also quite precious." Chen Yi pouted and shouted: "Scrap dragon, you can stop now."

The illusion dragon was thrilled to hear that. It kicked hard with its hind legs, leaping into the soft sand, unwilling to move again, letting the "bang bang" explosions behind its buttocks continue, as if hundreds of barrels of chili oil had been smeared on it.

She Lei shrank his neck and muttered to himself: "I haven't removed the fuse yet."

"How to remove it?" his subordinate asked very curiously, probably wanting to learn something.

She Lei thought for half a day; it seemed he hadn't installed a remote control system. In other words, either he had to climb to the dragon's buttocks and remove the explosive fuse in a bumpy environment, or he could only wait for it to all explode.

"Fortunately." She Lei wiped a cold sweat. If the dragon knew it had to take this blast, it might bury him in its food storage hole.

Jin Douna noticed Chen Yi's frown and asked: "Are you dissatisfied with the 30% effect? I think, as long as there's an effect, it's fine. At worst, use a few more scrolls."

"That's true." Chen Yi nodded helplessly. They didn't know how precious Aging Scrolls were; even if Mage Timothy threatened and lured them, there wouldn't be too many scrolls available for supply.

If this weakened the deterrent power of the Holy Qiao Kingdom, it wouldn't be a good thing either.

Leaving behind three troubled research institutes, Chen Yi went again to test-fire missiles.

The manpower he used also came from active duty, all direct lineage of his uncle, one hundred and fifty people, operating twelve missile launch vehicles and related equipment—it could be said to be more than enough.

However, to coordinate the hits of these twelve missiles, who knew how many Divine Art knights and scrolls would be lost.

All preparations had been made long ago. Chen Yi busied himself intensely for another week, basically preparing this small squad.

By now, there had been no news of the dragon for several weeks.

The Russians were restlessly advancing toward the outskirts again, hoping to obtain independent territory and ports. This was what they valued most, and they naturally wouldn't give up because of one beast.

Some forward bases were again harassed by Russians, but they didn't gain any benefits. At this time, Chen Yi returned to Jiangning with twelve Divine Art knights.

The Olympics were about to begin; this was a good time to plunder faith and Shenjia.

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