Encased within the shell of the artillery, Amberser felt only a strong thrust, accompanied by the piercing noise of air friction against the mithril casing.
Supersonic speed was a certainty, but Amberser had no means to confirm the exact velocity.
Fortunately, he had replaced his body with one made of mithril; otherwise, his bones would have turned to dust the moment the shell was fired.
The shell sped through the air, tracing a perfect arc before landing hundreds of kilometers away.
Amberser climbed out of the silver shell and checked his body.
There were a few minor malfunctions, as to be expected from being shot out of a cannon; some internal components had loosened and deformed.
But it wasn't a big problem, Amberser now relied on dual-core power, and even dark magic power could drive bones that were missing pieces, let alone small deformed parts.
Amberser flew up to survey the terrain, reconfirmed his direction, then brought out the second magic conduction cannon.
