I Pioneered Scientific Magic

Chapter 486: The Truth Cannot Be Killed!

With the roaring of propellers, majestic fighter jets swiftly skimmed across the wide runway, soaring into the azure sky.

It has to be said, today's clear, cloudless weather was perfect for flying!

Below, Yulande watched the 'Silver Eagles' swiftly ascending, heading towards the horizon, filled with emotions.

Three years ago, in the Land of Wizards, flying was a privilege reserved for Grand Wizards, with only a handful of Tier-3 wizards capable of achieving this feat through special magic.@@@@

Now, any pilot who has undergone formal training can command airships and fighter jets to conquer the vast skies.

This was unimaginable in the past...

Above two thousand meters in the sky, after a brief gathering, thirty fighter jets dispersed in a circular formation. The empire was simply too vast, their mission crucial, each responsible for a large area, until all two hundred squadrons of leaflets were completely distributed.

Lydia skillfully performed a standard climb maneuver with the fighter jet, reaching the speed limit within minutes.

Three hundred sixty kilometers per hour, even through the canopy, they could hear the exceptionally fierce wind.

Lydia even momentarily surpassed the original speed limit—this was the latest result of months of modifications by the workshop alchemists on the fighter jet.

Alchemy Master Dennis added a special device to the rear of the fighter jet that could release compressed airflow, allowing the jet to briefly exceed its original speed limit...

"The first jet propulsion? Worthy of an Alchemy Master, indeed fast..." A smile appeared on Lynn's face. It wasn't surprising that Dennis came up with this, likely inspired by internal combustion engines and steam engines.

It was said that an alchemist had the wild idea of using the airflow from explosions for propulsion, but this suggestion was quickly vetoed by everyone.

Because the impact force from explosions was too uncontrollable, and the requirements for the fighter jet's material were too stringent.

"Too fast... too fast!" Lydia's heartbeat accelerated with excitement, though she shouted as such, her spirit became exceptionally exhilarated.

In fact, this special mode was also her first time using it.

"Let's save some fuel. We've got several cities to fly over. Just get familiar with it," Lynn reminded.

Lydia then reluctantly stopped.

Lynn shook his head helplessly, realizing that the more dangerous the task, the more excited this Halfling girl became.

Initially, he thought about comforting Lydia a bit, to soothe her emotions so she wouldn't be too nervous during the mission. Now, it seemed unnecessary.

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

...

On the empire's border city, in a stable filled with hay and manure, Old Manen was laboriously shoveling horse dung with a shovel in his hand.

This was not an easy task because the Badast domain housed about a thousand warhorses, yet the harsh and greedy count only hired twenty stablemen, meaning each had to take care of over fifty horses... RAɴȪbΕṤ

If not for the two silver coins of monthly salary, Old Manen would have quit this job long ago.

However, the two silver coins were not entirely his salary, as the overseer of the Badast domain would always find various reasons to deduct at least fifty copper coins.

Thinking of this, Old Manen felt pained and cursed in his heart.

If it were half a year ago, it would have been okay, as the remaining salary was enough for him to buy black bread to survive. But now, due to the impending war, the price of food had risen a lot. One silver and fifty copper were only enough for twenty days.

As Old Manen cursed in his heart, he shoveled the horse dung on the ground, each time with more force, as if shoveling on some people's heads. But upon seeing the rather plump overseer coming this way, he quickly put on a smile and humbly reported the condition of the fifty-plus warhorses under his care.

It was incredibly large and beautifully shaped, unforgettable at first sight.

"This must be one of the war machines of the wizards..." A stableman shouted in terror, although he didn't recognize what it was, he had heard the priests talk about it.

Wizards brought many powerful war machines from the abyss, one of which could fly high in the sky and drop hellfire onto the ground.

This peculiar fire could not be extinguished by water, and those who touched it would have their flesh burned to ashes and their souls dragged into hell.

Fortunately, at that moment, streaks of divine light suddenly shot out from the city, and Old Manen immediately realized that the cardinal must have taken action!

Hope rose in everyone's hearts, but the fighter jet in the sky was incredibly agile, constantly twisting its body, skillfully dodging each divine attack, even provocatively lowering its altitude, flying straight towards them.

"Run!" "Get out of the way, it's coming this way!" Dozens of stablemen gathered here suddenly became a mess, hurriedly running into the stable, which provided some shelter, though not very sturdy.

But Old Manen wasn't so lucky. He was knocked down by a panicked colleague, rolling on the ground like a tumbleweed. After finally getting up, he saw the 'silver beast' diving at an incredibly fast speed.

Old Manen's expression was almost

despairing, especially when he saw the large cargo bay doors open, releasing bomb-sized 'bombs' towards them.

One of the 'bombs' was falling in their direction.

The huge fighter jet roared past overhead, the sound of breaking the air almost bursting his eardrums. Old Manen no longer cared, as he watched in horror, the 'bomb' suddenly exploded!

Unable to dodge, Old Manen could only close his eyes in despair, curling up on the ground, waiting for death.

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

Old Manen opened his eyes in confusion. There was no explosion or fire, only countless white paper sheets falling, along with a small package...

Before he could understand what happened, hundreds of leaflets had already fallen inside the stable, some outside and on the roof, and others scattered on the ground and covering him.

Old Manen shakily picked up the paper sheets covering him, immediately drawn to the prominent black and white photo on one of them.

It was an interior photo of the City of Fire Oil, showing neat rows of beautiful houses, wide clean roads, bustling streets, smoke-billowing workshops, and a huge airship flying overhead...

Old Manen's literacy was limited, but anyone could understand the pictures.

Such 'pictures' on the paper were not the only ones, including trains leaving stations, slum renovations, and workers laboring in workshops, all vividly brought to life.

Even the empire's best painters couldn't create such exquisite works—it was as if reality had been printed on paper!

The other stablemen, realizing the strange 'silver beast' was not there to kill them, also came out of the stable, some bravely picking up the leaflets to examine them, exclaiming in surprise.

The bravest Dali went to the package dropped along with the leaflets, opening it to find several square loaves of bread.

From the outside, they didn't look like white or black bread, feeling very soft to the touch.

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

Could it be that the rumors about the City of Fire Oil were true?

"Dali, you're the most literate among us, can you tell us what it says?" A stableman handed him a leaflet.

Dali took it, and the leaflet's front page was written in bold letters, which he recognized and read out in a trembling voice.

"The Truth Cannot Be Killed!"