Omni-Magician Chapter 23

Translator: Mirausean; Silavin

Editor: Rosyprimrose

Proofreader: Skoll

Finalized Editor: theunfetteredsalmon

The artillery sh.e.l.l, which was just a small porcelain vase wrapped in a layer of beast skin with strips of paper attached to balance it appeared for the first time in this magic world. The novelty of the concept of an artillery sh.e.l.l seemed incompatible with the magic aura surrounding it.

For the past three months, Ye Chui had rummaged through the pile of trash in the prison cell and took whatever was useful to him. Fortunately, he found a porcelain bottle which was used to store medicine within the stack of tattered beast skins. The medicine in the bottle had already dried up and rotted, but the porcelain bottle was exactly what Ye Chui needed.

The small porcelain bottle happened to be big enough for one magic scroll to be stored inside, and that magic scroll was four times stronger than an ordinary flame magic scroll!

Of the five magic scrolls which he had mastered carving, the lightning magic scroll was the one with the highest lethality. In reality, the flame magic scroll had the strongest destructive power overall for its ease of control.

When a flame suddenly erupts within a cramped s.p.a.ce, an intense explosive force would occur due to the high pressure.

The power of one flame magic scroll is equivalent to that of a firecracker.

While Ye Chui was trying to stuff the flame magic scroll into the porcelain bottle, he also added some broken pieces of the porcelain vase. Then, he tightly sealed the bottle and left a fine thread behind to be used as a trigger.

The fine thread was tied to Ye Chui's wrist. When the porcelain vase flew into the air from the thrust, the fine thread would activate the magic scroll within the vase. Due to his deep understanding of magic scrolls, he was able to do things that many Magicians couldn't even achieve in their lives. For example, creating a magic matrix on the magic scroll that could be activated by simply pulling at one corner of a scroll.

The strange-looking porcelain bottle, which had strips of paper dangling from it flew towards Busca at lightning speed.

At that moment, Busca had already reached the end of the corridor. While he was trying to drag his plump body up the stairs, he glanced at Ye Chui with a frightened expression.

In the blink of an eye, the porcelain bottle was right in front of Busca's face.

Then, there was a loud explosion.

There was no way Ye Chui's clumsily-made artillery sh.e.l.l would accurately hit Busca's body and explode. Ye Chui could only manufacture the artillery sh.e.l.l based on his instincts; he had to estimate the time needed for the magic scroll within the vase to explode. If it took too long, the vase would shatter, and the magic scroll within it would become an ordinary flame magic scroll. If it was too short, Ye Chui could put himself in grave danger.

Ye Chui invested a lot of his time and effort into producing the scroll-based artillery sh.e.l.l, but it did not explode when it accurately hit the target. Instead, it exploded on the ground two metres in front of Busca.

The flames shot out in all directions with a boom.

Looking from a distance, the artillery sh.e.l.l seemed to be quite powerful.

Despite its simplicity, the artillery sh.e.l.l did have a certain destructive power.

What made Ye Chui satisfied was Busca's pitiful screams echoing from a distance after the loud explosion.

(Silavin: I like the sadism