Scales of Eternal Order

“I need you to use the’wishing technique’.”

Looking directly into the eyes of Barçaro, the young blue dragon gave his command. He snapped his fingers, and the commander of the infernal fiend felt a “click, click” gear meshing sound in his brain.

“If you dare to oppose, misunderstand, or mislead my intentions… The device in your brain has been activated, and it can be’bang’ at any time…”

It speaks for itself.

In fact, the reason why Ques wants to kidnap a hell fiend is actually because this kind of devil masters a spell like “wish-making technique”.

Among the general schools, wishing is the most powerful kind of spell, and there are very few spellcasters who can master its essence.

If this kind of spell is used in combat, and when used properly, it can even kill a giant beast of Terrasque.

It’s just that very few people will do this, because using the “wish technique” to fight, using one word to describe it is simply “reckless waste of natural resources”.

Ordinary spellcasters who want to use this kind of spell not only consume astronomical casting materials, but also need to consider for a long time, and try to draw up a wish statement that does not contain any words.

For a purgatory in deep hell, it is much easier to use the “wish technique”, which is a kind of spell-like ability they are born with.

Although they can only use it once a year, although most of them will reluctantly use the “loopholes” wishing technique for them when they are summoned by mortal spellcasters, but there is no doubt that they are in deep hell. Demon refining is indeed an expert who is good at this way.

Even if you look at the entire multiverse, in terms of the success rate of using the wishing technique, you can’t find a creature that can surpass the fiend in the deep.

Ques and his spell adviser-Half Lich Sneijder, although they can use this kind of spell, they are still inferior to Hell Fiends.

“I need you to make a wish to improve the mechanical performance of this engine without damaging the strength of the material and being able to be used normally for at least one hundred years. At the same time, this increase cannot be lower than the original performance. 50%.”

The meaning is concise and clear, the young Blue Dragon made his own request, and then explained some technical parameters for his Barcelona in detail.

However, this still confuses the commander of the purgatory. He just guessed what secret weapon Ques was preparing.

Actually, there is nothing wrong with that.

Because the Baator fortress controlled by Ques can become a traction city once this engine is working properly and has plenty of power.

A few days ago, the young Blue Dragon transferred all the personnel and materials of Prosperity Town to the newly captured fortress.

Emptying the warehouses of the two commanders of the Nine-Headed Demon Dragon and the Burnt Sacrifice, Ques built a huge platform with tracks, and the artisans in the army reinforced the fortress together. Finally, the fortress was properly moved and placed on a mobile platform.

The only thing lacking is a powerful enough engine—similar to the previous creation of the clockwork giant dragon, the engine built by Ques would not be able to carry the weight of the mobile platform and the Baator Fortress if it is not improved— —It’s just a look.

At first, Ques rummaged through Stim’s exchange list, looking for an alternative engine. But even if there are some of Moradin’s creations, none of them can make Baator fortress move freely.

He had to change his mind and re-improve the existing engine. Fortunately, this is a world with spells. In the case where many attempts failed to work, Ques decisively chose to use the “wish technique” to directly improve the efficiency of the engine from a conceptual level.

“I wish…”

Under the joint supervision of the young Blue Dragon and Half Lich, Barossa helplessly recited the body of the wish within the body, two A powerful spellcaster proficient in purgatory language checked the words of this Great Demon ghost word by word to prevent it from entraining “private goods”.

There is no brilliant light or deafening sound. When the deep fiend used the spell-like ability once a year, only the obscure spell fluctuations remained in the air for a long time.

Different from mortal spellcasters, infernal fiends use spell-like abilities. If they are not specifically countered, they are bound to succeed.

In just a few breaths, the engine has changed: the brass pipes began to be twisted and deformed, thickened and thickened; gaskets to enhance air tightness appeared at the interfaces of each hydraulic piston; inexplicable The lubricating fluid infiltrates the transmission rod and bearings…

“The wishing technique has been completed. Hurry up…”

As a spell-like user, Barossa immediately determined The “wish-making technique” had already had an effect, and he immediately wanted to ask Ques to release himself, even if he stopped the countdown ticking in his mind.

Unfortunately, Ques has not made any guarantees before.

The young Blue Dragon just waved his hand and asked the deep fiend to leave the command room, which was occupied by a huge engine, and head to the wider open space outside.

Then, the clockwork giant dragon in Barossa’s brain, which was originally in the state of “mechanical fusion” and stuffed in the form of a small music box, suddenly began to transform.

The small music box made of metal rotates quickly. Pieces of metal pieces rotate to change their shape, expanding rapidly toward the shape of a clockwork giant dragon.

The brain of the infernal fiend was instantly twisted into a pool of paste.

This Great Demon ghost lost his life without even humming “hmph”, his eyes protruding outwards, and various yellow and white things came out of his facial features.

“Mr. Sneijder,” Ques immediately obtained the general flag owned by the dark fiend as soon as he died, and he immediately ordered to Half Lich: “You take someone to take over this guy’s army, we Departure the next day.”

Then, the young Blue Dragon directly teleported back to the command room. He could not wait to try to start the engine and let the Traction City under his command start to move.

“Filling the black oil!”

Sitting on the console, Ques picked up the communication device made of brass pipes and told the blood armor demon who was responsible for guarding the black oil warehouse. Issue instructions.

A barrel of refined black grease was lifted by the Gore Armor, poured into a well-laid pipe, and flowed to the combustion chamber of this engine, as fuel to support the operation of the engine.

Looking at the various scales on the instrument panel in front of him, Ques extend the hand grasped a handle with a metal sphere, and a crackling electric arc appeared inside the combustion chamber.

The black oil that has been processed by the compression device and turned into oil mist is instantly ignited. The expanding gas pushes the piston and transforms chemical energy into surging kinetic energy through a transmission rod.

Listening to the engine sound of “hong long long”, Ques carefully inspected the various meters, and at the same time hoped that no abnormalities would occur.

Because only then can all his future plans be carried out step by step. He has to take his city to “run poison”.