Lulunaka had completely destroyed the door that had been sealed by plants for hundreds of years. The parasites and the iron frame had become one.
The thorny, deformed vegetation was incinerated, and a hole was melted in the iron door, just big enough for people to pass through.
Junia, Jessica, and Dina, who carried a small backpack, walked towards her. Lulunaka was not the first to enter. Instead, she squatted by the side, fiddling with the powerful device on her back.
Lulunaka saw the three of them coming over and waved at them. "You guys go in first. I have to deal with this thing. Otherwise, it'll be fun if it explodes."
Jessica took half a step into the burned hole, looked around, and stepped in. "There's no smell of danger. I'll go in first."
After she went in, Dina followed and trotted to catch up. Compared to an unknown and dangerous place, staying with Lulunaka's fire-breathing, shockingly hot gadget seemed to be a worse choice.
"Don't get too close to her. The gadget she's carrying exploded before. It might explode again later!"
In the end, only Junia stayed by Lulunaka's side.
His gaze fell on the iron door that had been fully baked. The iron frame, which had been baked to a charcoal color, was covered with a black substance that looked like oil. There were still flames on it that had not been extinguished, sustaining its weakening life.
"It's not working. The things I tried to make are unreliable." Lulunaka took off her backpack and threw it aside.
The leather backpack's surface had turned red, as if it had been roasted. It was obvious that it was very hot. Only a fool would touch such a hot thing.
"The performance is unstable, and there are no safety measures at all. It's very troublesome to use. It's a complete failure."
Lulunaka sighed and threw the iron pipe in her hand aside.
Junia noticed that the two slender iron pipes no longer looked the same as before.
The front ends of the iron pipes had melted into lumps and shortened by a large chunk. They had completely turned into two coarse iron sticks that were not suitable to be used as weapons.
The most frightening thing was that the iron pipe was also burned red, with black liquid constantly seeping out. Just looking at it made one's scalp tingle. Holding such a thing in one's hand was no different from torture.
Lulunaka was a little dejected. This was not something Junia had never seen before.
She had been like this in the past. Whenever she came up with something strange, after it was confirmed to be a failure, she would have a helpless look on her face like today.
However, among the failed products, there were also two types: worthless and dangerous.
The device that Lulunaka was using was classified as a dangerous item.
Junia reached out to touch the burning door. The temperature was very high, and his fingers were stained with the black substance.
If it was just high temperature, it wouldn't cause any harm to Junia. It would only be a little hot.
He pulled the black substance into a line between his fingers and watched it drip onto the ground. "What did you use to make the flame burn so shockingly?"
"Some animal fat … and some magical beast fat. There are many things mixed in, but most of them are a mixture of animal and magical beast fat. This way, the flame will be more viscous.
Actually, there has been a formula for this since a long time ago, but no one has been able to make it portable. "
Junia was silent for a moment before he opened his mouth and said: "If this is used in war …"
He didn't continue, but Lulunaka understood what he meant.
"If it's used in war, what will it be like?
This is also an interesting development. "
She laughed, "But I don't see such a trend right now. After all, mages are raised everywhere. Aren't they used to prepare for war, start war, and prevent war?
Moreover, this toy of mine has a very big problem. "
Lulunaka showed her hands to Junia. Junia saw a pair of blackened palms, "If an ordinary person uses this, they will lose their hands. I don't think this is suitable for mass production … At least not now."
Lulunaka's palms were not only burned, but they were also charred black. It looked very terrifying.
Junia frowned and reached out to grab Lulunaka's hand and pulled her up from the ground.
"If you want to live like a human, you have to at least look like a human, and not smile with a pair of burned hands."
"In a place like this where you can't even see a shadow, who cares if I look like a human?" Lulunaka laughed. Her hands patted her skirt, leaving a black handprint.
"That might not be right. In this place, there might really be one or two human figures … but it would be strange."
When the two entered the manor, Lulunaka said this. Her gaze fell on the ancient manor in front of her.
After stepping through the melted iron gate, the temperature inside seemed to drop by several degrees, and there was a faint mist in the air.
The manor building was not far ahead. They could not see clearly in the mist, but they could see the outline.
It was neither a castle nor an ordinary mansion. It looked more like a mixture of the two.
In these long centuries, Lulunaka and Junia, who were the third and fourth people to enter, met up with Zendina and Jessica.
Zendina and Jessica did not recklessly step into the building in front of them. They waited for Lulunaka and Junia on the side.
However, Jessica was doing some simple reconnaissance. She cast a reconnaissance spell into the mansion and let the spell with a shape enter first.
However, it did not seem to be going well. At least, Jessica's face was not happy but full of worry.
"It's too blurry. Is something interfering with it?"
Jessica muttered to herself. She had already cast her third reconnaissance spell, but she did not find anything each time. She could not see what was inside the mansion at all. She could not even see where the stairs were. All she could see was a grayish-black world.
"If you want to know what's inside, won't it be clear after you go in?"
Lulunaka pushed Jessica's back and made her stop the spell. "Don't rely on spells for everything. You're not a traditional mage. Don't you have this?"
Lulunaka touched her waist, and Jessica's favorite and familiar weapon hung on her waist.
Jessica used a thin sword. As a weapon, perhaps it was more for decoration than actual combat, but it was more than that for Jessica.
"Let's begin our pleasant adventure, everyone.
The owner of this place may not welcome us, but it's impossible for a dead person to stop us. "
Lulunaka took out a lantern from somewhere and walked to the door of the mansion. She pushed the door open, and she walked in casually.