Only then did Chris realize that Angel was not licking his hand, but eating the gunpowder on his palm.
He quickly grabbed An Qi's neck and picked her up.
Chris looked at Lisa and asked anxiously: "Will something happen to her?"
Lisa shook her head and said: "It doesn't matter. The stomachs of dragons are different from those of humans. Many evil dragons even feed on rare metals."
After seeing that Angel had no adverse reactions, Chris breathed a sigh of relief.
Chris quickly put Angel back into Lisa's arms and said, "Watch her and don't let her run around again."
"Yes!" Lisa nodded heavily and agreed.
Tina asked doubtfully: "Chris, what are you doing again? You made such a big noise just now."
"I'm trying to make a bomb. First, I fill a clay pot with gunpowder, and then seal the mouth of the pot with clay. Then when the fuse ignites the gunpowder inside the pot, a violent explosion will occur."
Tina said: "You can add some iron pieces and the like inside, so that you can kill the enemy more effectively."
"That's right." Chris slapped his forehead. It seemed that the shrapnel from some grenades in his previous life was very lethal.
It's a pity that with his level of knowledge, he can only make this kind of black powder, and cannot make more powerful chemical explosives.
Following the ideas provided by Tina, Chris dug out the armor captured on the battlefield from the space ring and pulled off the armor plates.
Just as he was taking out another bucket of gunpowder and preparing to mix it with iron pieces and put it into a clay pot, An Qi, who was being held by Lisa and hadn't gone far, started to feel restless again: "Hungry, eat."
She struggled violently and kicked her limbs wildly.
Soon, Angel broke away from Lisa's arms, flapped her wings and flew towards the powder keg next to Chris.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Chris quickly grabbed her head and pushed her to the ground.
Unexpectedly, An Qi curled her lips and burst into tears, and the tears wet the gunpowder.
Chris looked at Lisa who was chasing after her and whispered: "How about giving her some more food?"
Lisa thought for a moment and said, "If you feed her a little bit, there shouldn't be any problem."
Chris placed the powder keg not far in front of An Qi: "Come on, call daddy, and daddy will feed you."
An Qi waved a pair of short front paws and said eagerly: "Dad, daddy, daddy."
Chris was so excited that he burst into tears. He put the powder keg to his daughter's mouth.
An Qi held it in her arms with her two little paws, stretched out her tongue and licked it, as if she was eating milk powder, eating it with gusto.
In less than ten seconds, she had eaten all the twenty kilograms of gunpowder, and even licked the bottom of the barrel.
Chris noticed that the layer of colorful gauze on the surface of Angel's body became more gorgeous and solid.
"Hiccup~" The colorful dragon burped, and a ball of fire erupted from her mouth.
Chris couldn't dodge in time and was directly sprayed all over his face by her. The scorching flames scorched his hair and turned his whole face black.
"Kekeke~" An Qi was amused and laughed. She dropped the barrel and patted it gently with a pair of little paws.
Looking at her innocent appearance, Chris felt like crying.
After all, she was my little daughter. I couldn't bear to fight her, and I felt angry and had no place to express it.
Angel's body slowly shrank and turned back into a human appearance, with black stains still staining the corners of her mouth.
Compared with before, she has grown several centimeters taller and looks as big as an eight or nine-month-old baby.
The little guy yawned, rubbed his eyes, and began to feel sleepy.
Chris put her back into Lisa's arms and said softly: "Take her back to the room in the castle to sleep."
"Go further away and don't make too much noise and wake her up," Lisa said.
"knew."
Watching Lisa and Tina leave, Chris turned to Brent and said, "Come on, let's continue."
The two brothers packed up the things at the scene and stayed away from the castle.
Brent said as he walked: "I almost want a little daughter."
"You can find a wife and let her have a baby with you." Chris smiled, "But it could also be a son."
Brent sighed: "Alas, it's a pity that I can only give birth to an ordinary baby. I can't transform into a dragon or breathe fire."
"But she won't eat random things, such as gunpowder."
On, what is it like to have a daughter who likes to eat gunpowder?
While talking, they had already walked several kilometers away.
"Let's just go here. I'll set up the bomb first. You go and bring some rocks to test the power." Chris took out the clay pot and gunpowder.
"Okay." Brent agreed and walked away.
Chris first poured a layer of gunpowder, and then laid five or six pieces of iron sheet along the edge of the tank.
Then continue to pour the gunpowder, and then place the iron pieces to ensure that they can be placed evenly to maximize the damage.
Chris placed more than fifty pieces in total and finally sealed them with clay.
Brent moved four boulders half a meter to one meter high and blocked the clay pot bomb in the middle.
"Are you ready?" Chris looked at his brother.
"Well, you go ahead and light the fuse."
Chris snapped his fingers, and a small flame ignited on his fingertips and fell on the end of the lead.
"Run!"
The two brothers ran away as fast as possible. They ran more than 300 meters away and stopped to observe what was going on here.
"boom!"
A violent explosion sounded, accompanied by dense iron pieces being shot out, and four huge rocks tumbled outward.
The pottery bomb was so powerful that some sporadic pieces of armor even flew towards Chris and the two of them, hitting their armor and making a "ding" sound.
Although it no longer has much power, the fact that the iron piece can fly such a long distance shows how amazing its initial speed is.
Chris pulled Brent forward to check the situation.
You can see that there are many small holes on the surface of the four boulders.
Apparently, the iron piece was driven into it by the impact of the explosion.
Chris used Dragon Roar to carefully cut the surface of the stone. After digging for more than ten centimeters, he found the deformed iron piece, which was still emitting a very high temperature, estimated to be three to four hundred degrees.
Brent praised: "What a good thing. If it explodes in a crowd, it will take away more than ten lucky people."
The body-protecting fighting spirit of low-level knights is absolutely unstoppable, and each clay pot bomb will definitely cause a large number of casualties.
Chris's eyes became brighter. He didn't expect that after such improvements, the lethality would rise to a higher level.
The explosion range of the ordinary model is limited, and it is estimated that it can only hurt two or three people at most. But after adding iron pieces, it will cause scattering damage.
With artillery and clay bombs, Chris has enough confidence to face Kiel or the Grand Prince.