Popular science physics, teach a magic god?

Unconsciously, the painting style of the Devil's Mouth was distorted.

Originally, the defenders held multiple mobilization rallies, but the first wave of soldiers to carry the line had a suicide note written in advance.

With the help of the physical school, their common reaction is:

That's it?

The demons are still those demons, and the line of defense is no longer the same.

With a space mage tower in charge and a powerful mage, they suddenly felt the happiness of the defenders a hundred years ago.

Once again, the reason why Master Fa is noble is that his ability to play targets is rare in the world.

When the fire subtype demon comes over, spray it with ice.

When a brute force demon like the Giant Bull Demon comes over, it's a combination trap and acid solution.

The other party tried to win with quantity, that is, Yang Mingshou's electrotherapy package, with more than a hundred [Tesla power towers] serving it, guaranteeing no negative reviews.

Under the premise that the magic defense system has been able to defeat 80% of the opponent's troops, those who manage to get through the first magic defense line will basically lose half of their lives.

It was often at this time that it was the turn of the fortress' original proud soldiers to take action.

"Arrogant warriors? How can there be such a thing! Let me tell you! Don't talk nonsense! We are loyal admirers of the masters of the physics school."

"That's right!"

"I am Miss Ashfield's most devoted admirer."

So said those tough men who once looked down upon even the elite elite troops of the empire.

To be honest, the human heart is also made of flesh.

If not out of necessity, who would come here to shed blood?

With the lives of family members and friends behind them, everyone has the courage to come here to be heroes.

Deep down, who is willing to sacrifice in vain?

Suddenly, with the physical school as a super leg to hold on to, everyone's rationality immediately prevailed.

It is no exaggeration to say that the application form for becoming a follower of the second-generation disciples of the Physics School can be stacked from the ground to the level of the city wall.

In just one week, the hearts of 200,000 soldiers have become the shape of the physical school.

For this reason, Marshal Karl, who was dumbfounded, even had to ask Ren again: "Can you make your magic trap group less lethal?"

"Huh?" Ren's first reaction was to doubt his ears.

"No, this, the main reason is that you have all been guarded out. Those brats under me are easy to slack off." Karl himself felt embarrassed after saying this.

In peacetime, it is easy to be lax in arms. This is not a joke.

Soldiers who are accustomed to living in an extremely high-pressure environment can easily go from one extreme to another. This is detrimental to long-term defense efforts.

Ren blinked, he was also happy... to let Harry relax.

After all, even he wasn't as enthusiastic as Harry when it came to setting traps.

To be fair, he recently found a few white hairs on 17-year-old Harry's head.

That guy is only 17 years old!

On a more serious note, it's not a good thing if there are signs of death from overwork.

Renn followed suit: "Since this is Marshal Isley's request, I have no objection. I just say that my magic power consumption is too high. Some power towers need to enter energy-saving mode, and more demons will leak through. Please." Attention troops on duty.”

"Okay, thank you very much! I will also inform the generals below."

So, all of them were guarded, and all of a sudden it became "Oh, I missed it again."

The news about the lack of magic power in the Mage Tower spread secretly, which made many soldiers nervous, but also made some senior generals secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

If allies are too strong, they will lose their presence.

Of course, Ren's disciples cannot do this kind of job of reasonably leaking monsters.

There is no system to help distribute power and voltage. Even if a series of lightning strikes pass, there will still be no grass. After all, there are 108 Tesla towers here.

On the ninth day, nearly 10,000 middle and lower level demons came again.

"Attention! The enemy has a problem!"

Someone yelled, and the defenders' nerves immediately became tense.

It was obvious that the place ahead was plowed by terrifying thunderstorms as dense as a torrential rain, but for some reason, hundreds of medium-sized demons escaped. After their companions were shattered like glass, they rushed out in the lightning prison.

"Meet the enemy! Archers fire freely!"

Those who bend bows and set arrows are not ordinary archers. These formal and even high-level rangers are at least a captain outside. But in the Devil's Mouth, which is full of talents, they are just the most ordinary archers.

A round of black arrows rose into the sky, and then poured down like crazy, nailing a third of the demons to the ground in the blink of an eye.

But there are still a large number of demons showing their ferocious faces in the darkness, and they bite viciously.

"Throw the gun!"

A short spear throw, with the adventurer's extraordinary strength, the long blade drew bright arcs. These more lethal throwing weapons penetrated the bodies of many demons, bringing out strings of dirty blood beads.

It was as if the air had become hot after the long-lost battle.

The melee shield guard held up his solid shield and collided with the oncoming demon.

In the brief contact, the spearheads of the spearmen in the back row lit up with the glow of the elements, and stabbed the terrifying existence on the opposite side from the gap in the shield.

It was a short but intense battle.

In fierce battles, casualties are inevitable.

Although the death ratio of 18 to 281 was considered a great victory, their faces no longer had the frivolity of the previous days. Instead it was all caution.

On the mage tower, Ren and Karl watched this scene quietly.

Karl said expressionlessly: "Actually, this is good. They can see blood and cultivate real warriors."

"Oh? Have you ever heard of [Monster Spawning]?"

"Um?"

"What I mean is that I can control the number and strength of the demons that rush over, so that the recruits can achieve the purpose of training."

Marshal Karl's expression management failed completely this time: "Wait a minute! Can you even control this kind of thing?"

Ren shrugged: "To me, this is no different from humans playing cockfighting."

Karl once again refreshed his understanding of the power of Archmage Tesla.

In his eyes, the enemy who can cause considerable losses is just an experience package for training new recruits in the opponent's mind?

He asked tentatively: "I believe you can control the number of enemies. But the strength..."

"It's simple! Although I can't decide which demons come every day and how many there are, I can suppress the opponent's power by displaying my flag. If I were to come forward, the bastard demons would most likely enter a state of chaos on the spot. "

There were only two words left in Karl's mind: "Outrageous" that kept replaying: "Then..."

Ren stretched out his right thumb and rubbed his index and middle fingers.

have to!

Although Karl knew early on that this great mage was about 'fair dealing', he never thought that this big shot would run wild on the road of making more money and never look back!