Boom——!!!
A blaze of blinding white light flashed, accompanied by a deafening roar. A cloud-like column of dust rose hundreds of meters high, while sand and splintered wood rained down.
Soon after, a terrifying shockwave swept over, carrying a massive amount of sand and stone, causing the onlookers' clothes to flutter wildly.
After a brief wait.
Aiven waved his hand gently, summoning a gust of wind that blew away all the dust in the shooting range.
"Hmm, the power is about as expected. Confirmed successful preparation. Once metallic hydrogen achieves mass production, Black Gold can almost be directly phased out of our combat sequence."
He nodded in satisfaction, seeing the small grove in front of him disappear, leaving nothing but a large round pit.
While TNT and Black Gold, representing artistic standards, were great and had their moments of glory, to Aiven now, they're like monkeys choosing weapons in a dragon palace—too light and impractical!
