The improved siege hammer turned into a very powerful weapon, so much so that even the dwarves who personally created it could not believe the might of this thing. The propulsion device continuously compressed air into a sealed cavity, accumulating a massive force. With the dwarven magic array used to fortify structures, this chamber could withstand pressures strong enough to crush rocks. When the operator pulled the lever, the accumulated energy would suddenly explode, launching anything placed within.

Lynch named it the "Steam Cannon."

Especially when the mage thought of the abilities of the devils from Bator Hell — those fireballs soaring across the battlefield during the Blood War, possessing the power to completely level the entire battlefield. Although the demons' fire protection weakened such attacks, if one could mimic the myriad fireballs with the aid of this machine's power, it would greatly change the course of the entire war.

Lynch's concept was to design a magic array that dwarves could replicate, infusing the power of flame into whatever the "Steam Cannon" could launch. No mage before had ever designed spells for dwarves, let alone use their "crude and outdated" magic array to achieve spell effects. But Lynch didn't care at all. He spent a lot of time every day with Barrend, discussing the unique crafts and skills of the dwarves, absorbing experience from the best artisans.

Thus Lynch had this thing in his hands now. He wrote down his latest design and named it the "Scattering Fire Bomb." But Lynch remained in the room, clutching this design, plunged deep in thought.

He encountered a question he had never considered before designing this thing: Is it really necessary to create such a terrifying object? Just from the "Steam Cannon" itself, it was already a very powerful weapon. Lynch and Morgan both believed that unless walls were built by dwarves, no structure could withstand its attack.

And the Scattering Fire Bomb was even more terrifying; its power exceeded that of a regular mage's chain explosive fireballs and could be fired continuously, unlike humans who would feel fatigue. With such a thing, bows, crossbows, javelins, swords, armors, and cavalry would all lose their significance in this world. Lynch felt that what he held in his hands was like a devil, which would completely change the history of Anriel.

Although only dwarves could manufacture this thing, and the simple-minded among them were more focused on a craftsman's life than war, thus they wouldn't mass-produce and use such a device. And the elves were engrossed in beautiful poetry, and would never be interested in such an ugly tool of slaughter. But Lynch was uneasy about humans; once they learned of this thing's formidable power, they would, naturally, spare no effort to obtain it. Sooner or later, with their intelligence, they would fully replicate this weapon, and then any ordinary person would possess the power to destroy villages and towns.

In this world, unless one possessed strength equivalent to a Great Mage, it was impossible to gain any advantage in front of such weapons. At that time, who else could stop an army equipped with steam cannons and scattering fire bombs?

Power, after all, should be placed in the right hands. Lynch couldn't help but remember his mentor's words. He had once quarreled with his teacher, vexed by studying the mages' code. The Great Prophet Caso told Lynch, "There are only ten Great Mages in the world, there's no harm; with a hundred, there comes disaster; with a thousand, there is no longer a world; but ten thousand Great Mages who understand the true essence of power, they can maintain peace."

The knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, Zilvra's familiar figure slipped in, pushing the door open. The drow looked at the dim light in the room, where only two solitary candles provided all the illumination, starkly contrasting the bright sky outside. And the mage sat quietly in his chair, blankly staring at the wall, holding a rolled-up golden scroll. Although both had the ability to see in the dark, Zilvra had never seen the mage in this state. So, she tentatively asked, "Lynch, what's wrong with you?"

The mage did not stand up, he glanced at the item in his hand, then looked at Zilvra, "What do you think of the world now? Does it need to change?"

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