Chapter 014: Magic Cone and Magic Core Shotgun

“A magic cone?” Du Fan held the silver light sphere in his hands, puzzled. He knew that at this moment, the original form of the magic cone was still covered by its light, which clearly demonstrated the immense energy contained within it. Such energy could be sensed directly from the object itself, showing just how powerful its energy was.
Generally speaking, even the most powerful weapons only exhibit energy fluctuations when activated. For a magic cone like this to emit such strong energy even before being activated was extremely rare!
“That’s right,” Lumba said as he took the light sphere from Du Fan’s hands and made a hand gesture. The silver light sphere gradually shrank into a pistol shaped like the world where Du Fan had lived in his past life.
It wasn’t exactly identical, but it did bear some resemblance. The most similar feature was that the transformed object had a trigger, just like a pistol.
Seeing this, Du Fan couldn’t help but be amazed!
It seemed that the dwarf race was truly a genius of invention! In Du Fan’s past world, the age of cold weapons had developed over hundreds of thousands of years since primitive times before firearms appeared. Even after firearms were invented, it took a long time before pistols were created!
Yet these dwarfs had already crafted weapons in the form of early mobile phones from the very beginning! Just this alone proved their innate talent for invention.
“Did you really invent this?” Du Fan asked in astonishment, looking at the magic cone in his hands.
He even thought to himself whether there might be other time travelers in this world, or perhaps others had come here many years ago and left behind models of pistols!

“I’ll introduce it to you.” At that moment, Haina snatched the magic cone from Rumba’s hands, stroking it as she spoke, “This magic cone consumes the least amount of magic cores among all similar weapons. If you use a first-level magic core, it will emit first-level energy; if you use a second-level core, it will emit second-level energy. The dwarves don’t have any magic cores from domain beasts right now, so I don’t know what the maximum capacity of this magic cone is. However, its attack mode is different from that of magic robes. All you need to do is gently press this trigger, and the corresponding core energy will be emitted. This energy travels in a spiral pattern, piercing point-to-point, so its power is much greater than that of our dwarven magic robes.”
“Mm.” Hearing Haina’s words, Du Fan nodded in great satisfaction.
What satisfied Du Fan was nothing other than the support of Rumba, the leader of the dwarves. Moreover, with his own strength, these magic cones and magic robes posed no real threat to him. But if he wasn’t careful, he could still suffer minor injuries, which would make things much more troublesome than they were now.
Additionally, judging from its appearance, this magic cone seemed to be mass-producible. If each person had one such magic cone and formed an army—just about five thousand people—thirty or four thousand of them aiming at Du Fan at once could even bring down a strong warrior like him, even if he had an absolute protective domain!
The most terrifying part was that such weapons didn’t require any cultivation skills—only the weapon itself and the magic core to power it! That was what was truly frightening!
Since only the weapon was needed, as long as enough of these weapons were produced, that many skilled fighters could be created, without even the need to train them. In the human race, even a third-level skilled fighter requires someone with natural talent to spend four or five years practicing hard.
But with such magic cones, even someone who knows nothing about cultivation can instantly become a skilled long-range attacker once they have the magic cone and core!
In some aspects, they might even be stronger than magicians of the same level!
After all, magicians still need time to cast spells. But those wielding such magic cones don’t need to chant at all—they just need to press the trigger at the right moment!

“By the way,” Du Fan said in surprise, looking at Haina beside him. “What are those three old guys doing now? Could they have also learned about this magic cone and start mass-producing copies?”
“You don’t need to worry about that,” Rumba replied with a slight smile, looking somewhat proud. “Haina is my most talented disciple. Anything that comes from her hands is 100% reliable—impossible to replicate. Even if they could mimic our appearance, they’d still have to give serious thought to the attack methods.”
At that moment, Rumba suddenly smiled mysteriously.
“Du Fan, the magic arrays inside this magic cone aren’t something every member of our race can create. Let me tell you—among our dwarves, many magic arrays are kept secret. In fact, there are even many geniuses who can create their own magic arrays!”
“Inside this magic cone, aside from some commonly used magic arrays, there’s also a secret magic array of mine. Unless I or Haina tell those three old guys ourselves, even if they’re shown this magic cone, they won’t be able to replicate it.”
“That puts my mind at ease,” Du Fan said. He took the magic cone from Haina’s hands and began studying it with great interest.
Meanwhile, Rumba pulled Basha aside quietly and asked cautiously, “How is the development of your dwarf race on the continent these days?”
“Everything’s fine,” Basha replied with a smile at Rumba, but then suddenly frowned. “But the Gavin Empire truly hates us dwarves to the core. If it weren’t for my third brother, I doubt I could even be talking to you right now.”
At that point, Basha secretly smiled to himself. He said those words just to test the reaction of the dwarf clan leader.
“That’s true,” Rumba said, smiling awkwardly after hearing Basha’s words. Then he persistently asked, “So how many people and troops does Du Fan have on the continent now? Can they withstand a war?”

“Chieftain Lumba, if you’re not confident in the elders of the dwarf or gnome tribes, that’s one thing, but if you’re not confident in my third brother, that’s really unacceptable.” At this moment, Basha frowned, then slowly said, “My third brother has an army of over six hundred thousand in the south, not to mention his wife from the natural elves, his allies from the Bluebloods, and our dwarf tribe. If my third brother can secure the position of Regent, then the gnome and earth dragon tribes will join as well.”
“Hmm.” Hearing Basha’s words, Lumba finally nodded in satisfaction and said, “It seems I made the right bet this time. From now on, if anything happens, it will depend on my third brother. After all, I’m getting old now.”
“Don’t worry about that. Betting on my third brother is absolutely foolproof. In fact, if you knew about his background, you’d rush to support him right away. You know, my third brother is the youngest duke in the Gavin Empire!”
“My third brother was already made governor of the south of the Gavin Empire in his teens, when I was still a baby…” Basha continued.
“Wait. He became a duke when you were still a baby?” Lumba immediately asked upon hearing this.
“Hehe, well, Chieftain, as you know, in our dwarf tribe, being in our teens still means we’re like babies. And indeed, my third brother became the youngest duke in the history of the Gavin Empire at that age!” Basha said with a smile.
“Moreover, Chieftain, think about it—among humans, how many geniuses of his age already possess the strength of a realm master? How many such talents do you see among humans?” Basha continued.
Just as Basha finished speaking, there was a loud bang not far away. At that moment, Du Fan stood there foolishly holding a magic cone in front of a pile of lime, while Nayixiu and the others were also stunned.
“What tremendous power,” Lan Xiner couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration to Haina beside her, “You’re so amazing! The power of this magic cone is truly immense.”

“Can it not be powerful?” At this moment, Haina glared at Du Fan irritably, rolling her eyes several times in a row and saying, “I already told you earlier—that a level-3 magic core, when used for targeted attacks, can exert the power of a level-4 magic core. On top of that, I added nearly three attack arrays inside. Yet you’re still using a level-6 magic core, which will produce power equivalent to a level-8 core. If you can’t control it properly, then I think I’m done for right now.”
“I’m sorry,” Du Fan scratched his head awkwardly, his gaze fixed on the magic cone in his hand, while a different plan quietly formed in his mind.
Seeing Du Fan’s expression, those present who knew him well realized he had another scheme in mind and began to look forward to what it would be.
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“Orna, are you sure what you said is feasible?”
At this moment, Dubai and Orna were together in a secret room, looking at an object with a highly unusual design, very similar to the shotgun Du Fan had used in his past life. But this unusual shotgun had three barrels.
“Dubai, do you still not trust me?” Orna smiled helplessly at Dubai, picked up the shotgun from the table, and said, “This is a magical weapon I had someone modify based on the shape of a magic cannon. Its power is much greater than that of a magic cannon, but its craftsmanship is still quite rough. It’s somewhat inferior compared to that little girl Haina.”
“Someone who can modify magic cannons?” Hearing Orna’s words, Dubai thought for a moment before exclaiming, “Could it be Wig Vanth, the dwarf who was most qualified to become the next clan leader? He’s the only one among our modern dwarves who can compete with Haina in weapon-making. Did you find him?”
“That’s right,” Orna said proudly to Dubai. “That kid hid away some time ago to create magic core weapons, which is why we couldn’t find him. But unexpectedly, when he went out wandering, my clan members went to his place to look for magic core weapons. What we found instead was this.”