I Pioneered Scientific Magic

Chapter 463: Monroe: I'm Really Not a Spy Sent by the Wizards!

Under Monroe's continuous explanations, Pope Alves nodded in agreement, acknowledging that such powerful destruction, comparable to a natural disaster, was beyond even his own capabilities, let alone achievable by a mere grand wizard!

However, attributing it to a natural disaster didn't completely make sense either.

Inside the empire, common natural disasters could generally be classified into earthquakes, thunderstorms, hurricanes, droughts, floods, and meteorite falls...

The first few clearly didn't match the situation, only the scene of a meteorite fall bore some resemblance. But he had inquired with those empire soldiers who had fled back.

It was night at the time; if there were meteorites falling from the sky, they should have been exceptionally visible!

"I suspect this might have been caused by an underground volcanic eruption!" Monroe speculated.

During his time gathering intelligence, he had gone through past issues of the Magic Daily, noticing an extremely important paper published by the Star of Magic a few months ago—【On the Causes of Earthquakes: The Impact of Continental Plate Movement and Underground Magma Activity】!

Although Monroe didn't fully understand it, it mentioned a type of natural disaster called a volcanic eruption.

It's said to be a terrifying disaster caused by the movement of the earth's crust, where magma from the depths of hell flows out through cracks on the surface, turning an area of several miles into a lava hell.

"There's a good chance of that!" Pope Alves said thoughtfully.

Lately, those wizards, despite having the upper hand, have still been hiding, a phenomenon that indeed puzzled him.

If going by Monroe's speculation, it immediately made sense; the other party was bluffing, thereby delaying time to produce more weapons of war...

Thinking this, Pope Alves felt the need to launch a probing attack to determine the enemy's reality!

Seeing the Pope agreed with his view, Monroe felt encouraged and quickly divulged a second crucial piece of intelligence—the vulnerabilities in the wizards' defenses!

It must be said, the council's method of deploying numerous airships as eyes to monitor the entire kingdom was indeed troublesome, making large-scale entry without detection nearly impossible.

However, there was an exception!

That was the Dead Zone outside the City of Fire Oil!

This area had no guards stationed and only a few airships would pass by from a distance. As long as they used the cover of night and divine arts for concealment, they could avoid the wizards' detection.

"But I've heard that this Dead Zone has radiation that even official wizards can't resist, and even after several months, it hasn't completely dissipated." Pope Alves frowned.

"This was also discussed in that paper..." Monroe quickly explained. During a volcanic eruption, a large amount of toxic gas would be emitted, accumulating in the atmosphere to form a terrifying dust cloud, sometimes lasting for months. This might be what the wizards refer to as radiation!

There were naturally ways to counter this, such as wearing masks or goggles to protect the vulnerable eyes, and using a wet cloth to cover the mouth and nose, etc... RἈΝỌBÈS

Of course, venturing too deep or staying too long, even with protection, would inevitably cause severe damage to the body.

As the saying goes, the most dangerous places are often the safest. Pope Alves naturally understood this principle.

The enemy would never expect them to launch an attack from this place!

"You've done well, Monroe, although there were some issues with the last plan, it can't all be blamed on you..." Pope Alves said soothingly, praising Monroe for his intelligence gathering and analysis abilities, and asking him to continue monitoring the situation within the kingdom.

The three-minute time limit soon arrived, and after ending the communication, Pope Alves didn't rush to issue orders but turned to look at Saint Randall beside him.

"What do you think of Monroe's speculation, how credible is it?"

"I don't think those wizards are capable of casting such powerful magic," Saint Randall said definitively, but such a significant matter, even with a sliver of possibility, needs consideration. Otherwise, a misjudgment could have unthinkable consequences.

So, after a pause, Randall continued, "Hasn't the Holy Maiden directly faced this so-called great nuclear magic? She should know best."

Naturally, the fastest, most accurate method would be to ask!

"Wait." Monroe suddenly realized a more serious problem, urgently grabbing Ivina's shoulders, his eyes reddened as he questioned, "You just said those wizards are planning to experiment with this magic tonight, and it's in that Dead Zone?"

"Correct." Ivina nodded, puzzled by Monroe's sudden excitement.

Before she could ask, Monroe had already dashed back into the room, rummaging for the communication crystal orb.

"Hurry... Hurry! Connect me!" Monroe's face was fraught with anxiety, grasping and even shaking the communicator in his hand. Not knowing how to charge the device, given his complete ignorance of alchemy and electromagnetism, he could only pour all his magical power into the crystal orb in desperation.

Before heading to the City of Fire Oil as an infiltrator, Lord Gustav had injected them with demonic power through a strange potion, allowing them to pass the wizards' inspections.

Only after completing their mission could they undergo a baptismal ceremony to completely remove the demonic power.

As continuous magical power was infused, the crystal orb trembled slightly, and a look of joy appeared on Monroe's face, prompting him to increase his effort.

About three minutes later, the crystal orb, forcibly infused with a massive amount of magical power, finally...

Exploded!

...

While Monroe fell into endless despair, the streets

of the City of Fire Oil were already crowded with people eager to see the spectacle.

"Have you heard? The wizards are planning to pull down the sun from the sky, just like they did over two months ago!" A short, chubby man excitedly began.

A knowledgeable merchant beside him scoffed, "That's Master Lynn's magic, called the great nuclear magic, and it has nothing to do with the sun up there..."

"It is the sun! My grandfather saw Master Lynn fly up to the sky and bring down the scorching sun from the heavens!" A young boy adamantly corrected.

"That's absurd, where does the sun come from at night?" The merchant was immediately amused.

"That's because... because our planet is round, he must have flown to the other side of the continent!" The boy persisted, convinced the wizards had indeed pulled the sun down from the sky.

The sounds of discussion and debate arose everywhere in the City of Fire Oil. Under the promotion of the Magic Daily, almost everyone in the city knew about the Star of Magic, Lynn, planning to experiment with new magic tonight.

Naturally, many were interested, whether wizards or citizens of the City of Fire Oil. Anyone who could spare a moment wouldn't want to miss this event.

Even many citizens of the kingdom specially took trains to come and watch.

To prevent the City of Fire Oil from having a few hundred thousand blind people, the council's alchemists made some minor improvements to the protective barrier covering the entire city, increasing isolation from dangerous radiation and significantly reducing the impact of bright light.

"It's Master Lynn!"

Hours later, someone in the crowded crowd suddenly shouted loudly. Everyone craned their necks and stood on tiptoes, hoping to catch a glimpse of this Star of Magic.

Lynn was still dressed in his usual wizard's robe, not making any special preparations for this grand occasion. He merely took some time during the experiment to clean up a little in the Dead Zone outside the City of Fire Oil, also to deter those with malicious intentions.

A peculiar magical beast, impatiently following behind him, its fur fluttering like flames in the wind, disdainfully flicking its tail, displeased with the humans making inexplicable noises.

For such a scene, Muto naturally had no interest, preferring to lazily wait on the estate's grass, waiting for the fearful humans to bring delicious snacks.

However, seeing it had become too lazy and unresponsive lately, Lynn forcibly dragged Muto out, planning to give it a good lesson.

Lynn stepped up to the city wall, with wizards along the way making way for him, their eyes filled with reverence for the Star of Magic, the creator of the most powerful magic to date, describable only as a man-made natural disaster.

Today, they would finally have the honor to witness this incredibly powerful magic firsthand!