"That's all I have to say about the new fighter jet design improvents for now," Lynn began, describing several of the Federation's most advanced fighter hull shapes, of course, based on his research in fluid dynamics. He then let Dennis and the others first create a wind tunnel on the ground for preliminary experints to ensure there were no issues before considering an actual flight...
The speed of the supersonic fighter was extrely fast, allowing no room for error. If the design wasn't rational enough, breaking the sound barrier would turn into a deadly blade, causing the fighter to beco unbalanced or even tear apart, resulting in a terrifying air disaster.
However, Lynn was very confident in the developnt of the supersonic fighter, as he had avoided most potential issues in the design, essentially providing the correct answers upfront and saving decades of research and improvent.
This was arguably a bit premature, but given that the council was currently facing a cross-border war, Lynn wouldn't have shared the perfect fluid dynamics structure with Dennis unless it was necessary, as correcting mistakes is a valuable experience in itself.
Dennis morized several design drawings Lynn had sketched out, and so did Lydia and the others, because the shapes and structures of these aircraft on the drawings looked incredibly aesthetic, truly a piece of art!
Tim hesitated for a while before speaking with concern. "Lord Lynn, if the speed of the fighter increases further, might the pilots inside find it unbearable or be unable to respond quickly in combat?"
"You underestimate the limits of human capability," Lynn explained. "With proper training, enduring several tis the gravitational acceleration is not much of a problem."
Before the Federation's researchers had cracked genetic modification technology, supersonic fighter pilots were also selected from ordinary people. Since they had no issues, not to ntion wizards with stronger physical and faster reaction capabilities!
The only consideration was how pilots could identify friend from foe at high speeds.
On a technological level, radar is usually used to solve this problem, but this was clearly not safe enough, as the enemy could potentially have ans to shield or interfere with electromagnetic fields.
So, Lynn planned to add another layer of security by using each fighter's location as a base to construct a magic-sensing airspace network and achieve real-ti information sharing and identification of friends and foes through a magic web link managed by intelligent brains.
During combat, any targets in the air connected to the magic web would be allies; all others would be enemies to contend with.
"This way, the critical issue of identifying the enemy won't be a concern anymore," Dennis nodded, then continued to inquire. "Should we, as usual, engrave a wind-resistant magic array on the fighter's shell to reduce or eliminate the impact of shockwaves..."
"No, there's no need for a wind-resistant magic array; it would actually increase the air resistance and reduce the speed," Lynn shook his head.
Although useful at low speeds, the wind-resistant magic operates by creating a conical, continuously rotating magic barrier at the front to split the airflow. At high speeds, it's not feasible because the output speed of the magic can't keep up with the speed of the fighter, and the barrier itself would be torn apart by the continuous high-speed airflow.
Lynn suggested that they could consider coating the fighter's shell with a layer of graphene. Once activated, it would form an electromagnetic shield around the fighter, effectively resisting so lower-level magical attacks, and most importantly, protecting the pilot from external ntal harm—this was the thing most feared by fighter pilots.
After so thought, Lynn handed a piece of paper with a chemical formula to Dennis. "This is the formula for Indestructible Fla; try applying it to the developnt of offensive weapons on the fighter, but be very careful!"
Having ascended to legendary status, chlorotrifluoride was no longer his most important offensive tool; it was ti to join the wave of industrial production. Only mass production could truly unleash its power!
Dennis took the paper very seriously; he had heard about the terrifying properties of this substance, which could nearly devour all known elents as nourishnt.
Tim looked enviously at the paper in Dennis's hands. The Indestructible Fla was one of the few thods that could threaten a legend like a great wizard.
Back when this star of magic had not yet completed his ascension, he had used it to kill the legendary cleric Edweil!
After giving the chemical equation for chlorotrifluoride, Lynn didn't forget another purpose of his visit to the Alchemy Research Institute—to arrange for a few Halflings to go outside the ti gate to liaise with Raphael and others.
Dennis didn't pay much attention to this, having Tim's promise of full support; the assistance of these Halflings was optional, a few more or less didn't matter.
Lynn left a book on fluid dynamics for Dennis to study on his own, then called Lydia, Darren, and others, telling them about the discovery of the
Halfling tribe outside the ti gate.
"So, our ancestors might have co from outside the ti gate?" Darren said in amazent after hearing Lynn's story.
"That's possible," Lynn nodded, then smiled and said. "But does it matter where they ca from? The exotic realms are almost becoming forbidden grounds for living beings..."
Darren and the others hadn't thought about tracing their ancestors' footsteps back to the exotic realms; the Halflings had been rooted in this continent for hundreds of years, this was their holand.
"Anyway, I need to select a few of you for a dangerous task—assisting Master Raphael to gather intelligence in the exotic realm..." Lynn outlined the objectives of the mission and the risks involved.
He didn't force these Halflings, adhering to a voluntary principle.
After reaching the exotic realm, the council's control over them would weaken significantly, and even the magic web couldn't connect there. Raphael couldn't be everywhere, and everything had to rely on self-discipline.
The Halflings hesitated for a mont; according to this star of magic, not only was the temperature in the world outside the ti gate very low, lacking sunlight, but it was also filled with a large number of dangerous magical beasts, with the risk of dying in so corner at any mont.
"I'll go!" Darren gritted his teeth, the first to volunteer.
"I'll go too, I'll go too!" Lydia chid in eagerly.
"No, Lydia, you better stay at the Alchemy Research Institute. The new fighter's test flight still needs the right people," Lynn shook his head. Lydia's personality was not suited for intelligence work; it was better for her to stay in the capital to avoid mishaps.
After Darren and Lydia spoke up, quickly four other Halflings stepped forward, willing to undertake this dangerous intelligence gathering task.
"Good, if you can complete this task, I will exceptionally allow you to join the magic web and beco a wizard!" Lynn promised.
Upon hearing this, Darren and the others imdiately beca excited. In the kingdom of magic, being a wizard was a symbol of power, authority, and status. For these Halflings with little magical talent, without external help, they would never be able to beco wizards in their lifetis.
Lynn's words undoubtedly represented a once-in-a-lifeti opportunity.
Previously hesitant Halflings were now regretful and annoyed. Although the exotic realm was dangerous, compared to becoming a wizard, what was a little risk?
"Lord Lynn, when do we leave?" Darren asked eagerly.
"About a week from now," Lynn then said. During this ti, they would need to learn how to use so instrunts and the common language of the other world...
Raphael had previously sent over a captive, from whose brain they should be able to extract quite a bit of information.
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