Who says the Magic Cyber ​​Police can't overthrow the Heavenly Gang?

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"..."

Ateliers, watching Yashutia start hammering away at the drop of a hat, rubbed her head in exasperation and looked at the pensive robin, asking:

"Little bird, what are your thoughts?"

"Ah, Sister Arte."

The robin snapped out of its reverie, a look of uncertainty on its face, and said:

"If we're talking about flowers that 'bloom in the air' and 'are multicolored,' I can find some similar records in experimental projects."

She shrank closer to Ateliers, breathed on her hand to warm it, and then whispered, still wrapped in her scarf:

"Magic elements will show different colors when their concentration increases—this is one of the reasons for the magic element clouds over Lundia. The clouds are somewhat murky because different magic elements are gathered together. If the different magic elements are isolated from each other, they will show a purer color under high concentration conditions."

“That’s right.” Artemis thought for a moment and asked:

"So, little bird, do you think fireworks might be a kind of magical creation?"

"Not quite sure..."

The robin wrapped its scarf around its face, lowered its eyes, pondered for a moment, and then explained in a somber tone:

"Because Sister Arte, you said that according to Big Brother, fireworks make a loud explosion and keep exploding in the sky. But for magical creations, the sound is not too loud when they are used. Moreover, if they are used intensively, the chaotic magical fluctuations will create turbulence, making it difficult to form stable patterns."

“That makes sense.” Artemis nodded, stroking her chin as she said, “Those fireworks probably weren’t purely magical products.”

“However, with the help of the powdered material, it might be possible to stably shape the pattern…” Robin’s eyes suddenly lit up. She loosened her grip on the scarf and quickly grabbed Artemis’s sleeve, saying:

"Previously, we didn't specifically research and design the magic element patterns left after using the props because almost no one cared about it. But if I conduct specific testing in this area, I might get the desired result quickly!"

She immediately stood up, gave a small pump of her fist, and excitedly said to Artemis:

"Sister Arte, I'll get the team members to work overtime right away! We'll have the results soon!"

"Huh? In the middle of winter..." The half-elf grabbed the robin's little hand in surprise and said, "Little bird, there's hardly anyone left in the academy. Are you really going to go out now?"

"It's okay! What Big Brother wants to see is what I want to see!"

The robin chuckled and subconsciously smoothed her long hair behind her ear. Ever since her self-destructive confession to Latis, she had become increasingly bold in expressing her affections. The impetuousness of youth and the shyness of a young girl overlapped in her, and even a half-elf had to admit that the little bird was becoming more and more adorable.

"Okay, then take care to keep warm, and contact me if anything happens."

Artemis looked at the robin's earnest expression and felt a warmth rise in her heart. She pinched the little bird's cheek, tightened her scarf, and after a moment's thought, draped a long shawl over her shoulders, bending down to say:

"Your older brother certainly wouldn't want you to work so hard, so come back soon."

"Okay, Sister Arte."

The robin nodded vigorously, then rushed back to the mage tower, picked up its satchel, and ran outside.

"This child is so cute."

Artemis smiled as she looked at the robin's petite figure, and couldn't help but recall the scene when they first met. The robin risked his life to save her from the Black Hats' group, and from that moment on, Artemis hoped that all the happiness and joy in the world could be shared with the little bird.

"...Why did you leave?"

Having just finished alchemy, Yashutia, still steaming from the heat, took off her goggles and, watching the robin fly away, scratched her head in confusion.

"The little bird has some ideas and is about to put them into practice."

Arterifus smiled and explained, then looked at the cylindrical object in Yashutia's hand and asked in confusion:

"Kurosawa, what are you making?"

"Well, hehehe..." Yashutia chuckled smugly, hoisted the cylindrical object onto her shoulder, and said:

"My brother always talks about the 'Armstrong Cyclone Armstrong Cannon,' so I call this creation the 'Kurosawa Armstrong Smokebox,' or simply 'Armstrong Smoke'!"

"Wait a minute, doesn't this name seem a little strange...?"

Artemis was somewhat surprised, but couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong, so she stammered, "..."

“Is this right?”

“Yes, yes.” Yashutia nodded repeatedly, laughed heartily, and without dwelling too much on the name issue, began to introduce:

"This 'Black Smoke' incorporates thirty alchemical techniques, including compression, air intake, expansion... well, I can't explain them all at once. Just know that this thing is incredibly powerful, Boss."

"oh oh……"

Arterifus took the "Black Smoke" from Yashutia, examined it for a moment, and hesitantly pointed to the handle at the bottom of the pipe, asking:

"Kurosawa, what is this? Does this 'Akugen' need to be operated manually?"

"Yes, that's a hand-cranked air intake handle, which can also generate an electric spark. Simply put, you just aim at the sky and keep cranking it."

Yashutia scratched her head, took back the "Black Smoke," and said:

"However, we still need to conduct a stability test first. I engraved a few acceleration and amplification magic runes on the chimney, but I don't know if the final effect will be strong enough... Big Sister, how about we go to Serfal's place to do a test first?"

“Serfal…” Artemis pondered for a moment, then nodded and said:

"That works... Maybe I can ask Serfael; she might have a different idea."

Chapter 306 Special Edition: Fireworks (Part 2)

"fireworks?"

Serfar pondered for a moment, then opened his dragon mouth and said:

"It doesn't sound very appetizing..."

"It's not for eating, you know!"

Yashutia grabbed Serfar's head and shook it, loudly complaining:

"It's a flower that blooms in the air, bursts open with a bang, and it's very beautiful!"

"Flowers?" Upon hearing this, Serfar honestly shook his head. "Serfar doesn't know..."

"Never mind, it's fine."

Yashutia sighed, patted Serfa's head, thought for a moment, and then explained;

“Sefar, we want to help our older brother celebrate the Spring Festival, so we're looking for the legendary fireworks. Here, I've hand-made a little firework; could you lend us your space to test it out?”

"Oh? So it's about Xiao La!"

Serfael's golden vertical pupils widened instantly. She straightened up from the dragon's lair, arched her back, and cracked open the dragon's spine. Then she transformed back into her human form, wearing a long red dress and with her red hair tied in a high ponytail.

"Hey, you're all awake now. I knew it, this winter's been so long you've had enough sleep, haven't you?" Yashutia chuckled, taking down the "Black Smoke" she was carrying on her shoulder and aiming at the sky as she spoke.

"Because fireworks are supposed to be very exciting, I added a lot of explosives. There's too much vegetation in the other areas of the mage's territory, so I brought my boss to your dragon's lair. It'll be a good opportunity for you all to see what an invention made by a genius alchemist looks like!"

"So amazing!" Serfar exclaimed in surprise, taking a big step forward to touch Yashutia's pipe.

"Wait, Serfal, let's observe from the sidelines first!"

Artemis quickly pulled back Serphar, who was trying to peer through the chimney with his dragon eye. Seeing this dangerous scene, she broke out in a cold sweat and, with a pained expression, repeatedly warned him:

"Sephal, don't do something so dangerous..."

"Whoa!" Serfael was pulled back ten meters by the half-elf before stopping. She scratched her head and asked:

"Elf, didn't you say fireworks are flowers? Why would they be dangerous?"

"...You silly dragon."

The half-elf rubbed his forehead, looked at Yashutia who had already started manually cranking the air intake, and explained helplessly:

"Although I relayed the image of fireworks from my older brother's original words to everyone, it seems that everyone's image of fireworks is different. For Kurosawa, her fireworks might look a bit like some kind of cannon..."

boom!

No sooner had the words left her lips than a tremendous roar came from not far away. The half-elf's ears twitched violently, and involuntarily, she grabbed the red dragon's arm amidst the shockwaves emanating from the ground, turning her head in alarm to look in the direction from which the sound originated.

"Wow! It flies so fast!"

Wearing goggles, Yashutia gazed into the distance at the direction from which the shells had been fired, and excitedly pumped her fist.

Amidst a sharp, deafening roar that pierced the sky, a magnificent mushroom cloud rose in the distance. Amidst the thick smoke, the exploding alchemical shell transformed into a cluster of colorful flames, slowly dissipating.

"How is it? Doesn't it perfectly capture the image of fireworks?"

For some reason, with the mushroom cloud behind her giving a thumbs-up, Yashutia looked even more like a mad alchemist...

“Indeed, indeed…” Artemis remained silent for a long time before finally expressing her approval. Although she thought fireworks for celebrating festivals shouldn’t be this violent, it was, after all, a token of Yashutia’s affection for Latis, so she could only express her approval with a wry smile.

"So this is what fireworks are!"

Serfael suddenly had a look of enlightenment on her face. She stroked her chin wisely, grinned, and confidently exclaimed:

"Serfal has its own fireworks too!"

"Huh?" The half-elf paused, a sudden chill running down her spine as she sensed something was wrong. She quickly exclaimed:

"Wait, the fireworks you're talking about are..."

"Behold my dragon breath!"

With a flap of her wings, Serfael took to the air. The dragon instantly became serious, clenching her fists, gathering her strength, and roaring loudly.

"Ouch!!"

Whoosh!

A burst of bright red liquid lava shot out of her mouth, its surface shimmering with a brilliant golden luster, and vanished into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Legendary dragon magic, True Dragon Breath!

Accompanied by a distant and muffled rumble, a bright red flower bloomed in the sky, like lava spewed out during a violent volcanic eruption, spreading outwards with thin black smoke.

“It’s all over…” Artemis looked at the lava falling all over Lundia in despair, a look of despair instantly appearing in her eyes.

hum!

Just as the half-elf was painfully calculating the amount of compensation he would have to pay for the burning of half of the houses in Lundia, a colorless shield suddenly appeared in the sky above Lundia, instantly sweeping away the chaotic falling lava.

“?! This is…” Artemis was stunned for a moment, then her eyes widened in surprise.

"No, how come you tried to tear Lundia apart without me even noticing?"

Orianna's figure gradually appeared before everyone's eyes. After a period of calm spatial fluctuation, her slightly angry expression became clear. She crossed her arms, glanced coldly at the three people present, and asked:

"Explain yourself, ladies of the Mage class?"