The shell that appeared in this magical world for the first time and was out of place with the magical atmosphere it was filled with was actually a small porcelain vase wrapped in animal skin and holding several pieces of paper to maintain balance.
During these three months, Stephen rummaged through the pile of garbage in the prison cell, using everything that was useful. Fortunately, among the tattered animal skins, he found a porcelain bottle containing medicine for wounds. The medicine inside had long dried up and rotted, but this bottle was exactly what Stephen wanted.
The small porcelain vase is just right to fit into a scroll.
That is a four-fold flame magic scroll.
Among the five magic scrolls mastered by Stephen, the one with the greatest destructive power is the Lightning Magic Scroll, but in fact, the one that is the easiest to control and can cause even greater damage is the Fire Magic Scroll.
When the flame suddenly bursts out in a narrow space, a powerful explosive force will be formed under the intense compression.
A fire magic scroll is equivalent to the gunpowder inside a firecracker.
While Stephen was stuffing a flame magic scroll into the porcelain vase, he also put as many broken porcelain pieces and fragments as possible in, and tightly sealed the mouth of the vase, leaving only a thin thread for activation.
That thin string was tied around Stephen's wrist. When the porcelain vase was shot out by the wind force inside it, the string would pull the scroll inside the vase. After this period of time, Stephen's understanding of the scroll had enabled him to do many things that many mages could never do in their lifetime. For instance, a magic scroll only needed to be pulled out a small corner to activate the magic matrix on the scroll.
The strange porcelain vase, holding several pieces of paper, wobbled but shot at Bousca at an extremely fast speed.
At this moment, Buska had reached the height of a corridor. His plump body was attempting to climb the stairs leading upwards, and his face still looked over with a hint of horror.
The porcelain vase moved very fast and almost instantly flew in front of Buska.
Then it burst into pieces with a loud crash.
Stephen's shoddily made shells, of course, couldn't be precise enough to break only when they touched Buska's body. He could only design the activation time of the scroll inside the bottle based on his sense. The time couldn't be too long; if it was too long, the porcelain bottle would break and the flame scroll inside would only become an ordinary flame scroll. The time couldn't be too short either; if it was too short, Stephen would also suffer unexpected disasters.
When making this scroll shell, Stephen thought about it for a long time, but in the end, the scroll still failed to explode accurately upon hitting the target. Instead, it exploded just two meters in front of Buska.
With a loud boom, flames flew in all directions.
From a distance, it does seem quite powerful.
Although the shell was simple, it still looked decent. At least it wasn't a dumb shell.
What made Stephen even happier was that as the shell exploded, a shrill scream from Buska was heard in the distance.
Although the bomb exploded two meters in front of him, the porcelain shards stuffed into the vase by Stephen and the porcelain fragments flying from the vase's explosion still had enough effect and hurt Buska.
The smoke in the corridor dissipated. Stephen, who was in the heavy armor, saw Bouska lying on the ground, looking disheveled and covered in blood. But soon he got up from the ground again, constantly screaming in pain, and struggled and disheveled to climb up the wooden ladder.
Stephen frowned. It seemed that his shell had not caused fatal damage to Buska. He shook his head, picked up the long sword leaning beside him with his right hand, and walked over at the fastest speed.
Bouska climbed the stairs very slowly, but Stephen walked even slower in this armor. So when Stephen finally caught up to the bottom of the stairs, Bouska had already disappeared at the staircase entrance, and his cry kept resounded: "Carey!" Kerry, where have you died? Come and support me quickly!
"Father..." Kerry's somewhat worried and nervous voice followed closely, "What on earth happened? What's going on down here?"
"Devil, there is a devil below..." Buska screamed in terror, his voice somewhat hoarse. But soon, he reacted again, "No, it's not the devil..." It's Hammerhead. It's that guy from Hammerhead. The one wearing the armor is Hammerhead! Kerry, you go and help me kill him. Kill him!
Where are Quinn and Locke? Kerry's voice seemed to have calmed down a little.
Quinn doesn't know, but Locke has already been killed by him with the Lightning Scroll... This kid is a bit creepy. Buska gradually regained some composure. "But don't be afraid of him, Kerry. Listen to me..."
The sound gradually became too faint to be heard.
Standing at the foot of the stairs, Stephen's body also became a little stiff. He didn't expect Carrie to be here too. Even though his fourth-order swordsman's ability had dropped to the third order after he used the God of War Protection, it was still definitely more powerful than Quinn and Locke combined.
It's obvious that Kerry should be waiting at the exit with a sword in both hands at Buska's suggestion now.
So of course Stephen wouldn't just stick his head out and crawl in like this.
He thought for a moment, then turned and walked back to the other side of the corridor. He reached the side of Locke who had been electrocuted and, with great difficulty, picked up the box beside him with both hands. Inside were densely packed magic scrolls.
Once again, Stephen struggled to carry this box of magic scrolls back to the wooden staircase entrance. He was already out of breath from exhaustion, and what was worse, he was extremely hot. But at this moment, he could only endure.
He placed the wooden box on the stairs, then reached in, picked up a scroll, tore it open and threw it up the stairs.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning appeared above the head.
Then there was a shrill scream from Busquets.
A carefree smile appeared on Stephen's face beneath the armor. Then he tore open the second scroll and threw it up. The third one, the fourth one, the fifth one...
The scene from four months ago seems to be repeating itself.
Buska and Kerry must be waiting for him up there now, but unfortunately, all they got in return were one scroll after another.
Flame, lightning, fierce wind, flying dust, water flow.
Everything above was in chaos all of a sudden.
The Busca father and son, who were attempting to attack Stephen, immediately looked disheveled. Busca had already been hit by broken porcelain pieces and suffered many injuries, with bloodstains all over his body. As for his son, Carey... It was obvious that they had developed a deep psychological resistance to Stephen's act of throwing scrolls like crazy. So, almost as soon as the scrolls were thrown up from below one by one and the Busquets were first charged, the two of them hurriedly left the wooden house.
The flame Scroll soon set the wooden house on fire. The Gale scroll made the fire even more rampant. The Dust scroll filled the flames with thick smoke, and of course, there were also flashes of lightning. The water flow scroll, which condensed water, seemed to have no effect at all.
Stephen under the corridor wouldn't feel good either. He already felt a bit short of breath.
He knew that Buska and Kerry definitely couldn't keep an eye on him up there now.
So he pushed aside most of the scroll and began to climb up against the thick smoke rolling down from above. The armor and the animal skin on his body could make him not afraid of fire for a short time.
Besides, as long as he climbs up, he can activate his next fatal move...