Quantum Godhead

Heras opened the curled letter, lines of small common language were written in scrawled and messy handwriting on the crumpled paper, and the content on it surprised him!

——The new Chief Technician of the Northridan Mechanics Association, Mag Meka, has officially announced that the Association will temporarily suspend the research on the dwarf death ray, because in the follow-up research, the energy consumption and lethality are completely out of proportion.

——These idiots, when will they understand that the most important thing is to purify 'concentrated asphalt', blindly increasing the power output will inevitably fail!

——The association has already started to sell 'concentrated bitumen', old friend, I auctioned off all my production lines in Northeridan, and applied for a huge loan from the goblin consortium!I just bought these things, and I can conclude that the problem is that the 'concentrated bitumen' is not pure enough. If I invest in this direction, maybe there will be a breakthrough?

——Since the gnomes have stopped their research, let us continue. This is the riskiest investment I have ever made in my life. If it succeeds, we will make a fortune!Even rule the goblin consortium!

——I bought almost all the 'Concentrated Pitch' and put them in that bracelet, yes, that is the space bracelet found in the ruins of God Weeping!Do you know how much money I spent to get this bracelet?I've bet almost half of my fortune, old friend, if you let me down, I'll blow your head off!I swear by the name Grapp!

After reading the letter, Heras was a little surprised to pick up the platinum bracelet inlaid with blue crystals. After carefully appraising it for a while, he preliminarily concluded that using this bracelet does not require mental power, which is similar to Algernon's space belt.

And when he put the bracelet on his left wrist, he immediately stood up in shock!

The bracelet has an interior space the size of a spacious bedroom, which is much larger than Algernon's space belt, roughly equivalent to about one-third of the interior space of Heras's ruby ​​ring.

But what shocked him was not this, but the internal space of the bracelet was filled with so-called 'condensed asphalt' that had been refined!

The quality of these refined pitchblende is much higher than those obtained by Heras in the Twilight Swamp!It is already the highest purity that the gnomes can refine so far!

"No wonder you need to use dense salt explosives as an insurance measure..." Heras sighed, if someone rashly opened the jewelry box, as long as the explosion damaged the space bracelet even a little bit, the refinement of the entire bedroom in the inner space would be destroyed. The uranium ore will leak out in an instant, buried by these high-intensity radiation substances, and it is almost impossible to die...

He has basically guessed how those orcs got the Thunderbird eggs. It should be that this goblin named Grap was greedy when he escaped from Steam City, so he couldn't help stealing some bird eggs. The eggs were lost, along with his jewel box, to passing orcs.

Heras immediately realized that if his guess was correct, then Grapp still wanted to steal the bird's eggs on the way to escape, which meant that the situation at that time should not be particularly critical?Reminiscent of the evacuation scene in the Chromie outpost, he felt that it might be that the Northridan Artisan Association voluntarily abandoned the...

"Maybe we can still contact the evacuated dwarves." He pondered for a while, then walked out of the dome room full of steam pipes.

The thunderstorm outside was still raging. Heras hurried into the house where the goblin Marin was staying. It was dark inside. After searching for a while, he didn't find anyone.

"Marin!" he yelled, but no one answered.

"Where did this guy go?" Heras walked out of the door a little puzzled, and braved the rain to search around. If a creature like a goblin would commit suicide because of excessive grief, he would never believe it...

Soon he saw Marin's figure on the top of a steam crane. The goblin was lying on the crane's suspension arm, looking at something intently with a telescope in one hand, and sometimes lowered his head to draw in the engineering waterproof notebook. What.

Heras cast a flying spell and flew directly in front of the goblin. Marin yelled as if he was frightened, and his feet slipped and he was about to fall off the crane. Heras caught him and saw that he was still tight Holding the waterproof notebook tightly, he couldn't help but look suspiciously at the place the goblin was watching just now.

It’s okay if you don’t look at it. At first glance, the corners of Heras’s mouth couldn’t help twitching. He looked down at a roof in the distance. Even without a telescope, under the clear scanning of the quantum brain, he could still see through the round roof. The glass skylight of the house saw what was going on in that house.

In the bedroom under the skylight, Rotander was sitting calmly on a chair, and Edwin was kneeling, his whole body lying on the lich's thigh bones and trembling, as if his lips smeared with blood were constantly shaking. Drooling, she tightly grasped the iron railing in front of her with both hands, and it could be seen from the forceful opening of her mouth that the female necromancer was screaming non-stop.

The lich's right hand was holding the humerus of his left arm, protruding from under Edwin's black robe into her raised back, pulling leisurely like a saw.

Horace glanced away, and then he caught a glimpse of something drawn on the goblin's waterproof notebook, the exact same scene, but with the lich replaced by a mighty goblin warrior...

"You'd better not let Edwin see this notebook, Marin." Heras joked with a smile, then he put away his smile and continued to ask, "Who is Grapp?"

Seeing that the goblin was still distracted, Heras lifted him up and shook him vigorously, "There is a goblin named Grap in Northeredan, do you know him?"

"Uh...Grap...Let me think..." Marin was a little dizzy from the shaking, he tugged at his ears blankly, and then opened his eyes wide: "What?! Grapp ?”

"He is one of the shareholders of the Goblin Consortium! He is a big arms dealer, specializing in the production of war machines!" Marin said noisyly: "Some of the terrible machines made by his factory can even fight against some powerful high-level ones!"

"For example?" Heras asked lightly.

"Electrical power mechs, and elemental high-explosive bombs. He has extensive cooperation with many high-level mages. Only expert-level construction machinery operators can barely operate this kind of complicated machine, but generally speaking These high-end products are only equipped for ace operators." Marin said longingly, "But the output of such things has not been raised, and the cost and time-consuming of manufacturing an electrified power mech is astonishingly high, which is higher than the birth of yours. Steps are much harder!"

Heras nodded when he heard this. With the protection of these powerful machines, if they were not prepared to resist from the beginning, most of the residents of Northridan should be able to evacuate.

"It's okay, you continue..." After Heras dropped the goblin casually, he immediately flew towards the subway entrance in the middle of the Chromie outpost.

Seeing this, Marin took out the binoculars, got up, and then restarted his drawing work on the waterproof notes...

The entrance to the subway was covered with an iron plate connected to the pulleys, leaving only a narrow gap.Heras explored the surroundings for a while, and then pulled down a hidden lever. With the screeching sound of rusty pulleys, the wide iron plate gradually lifted up, revealing the real entrance of the subway. Only then did I realize how spacious the entrance to the underground was.

The steps of the wide corridor stop in front of two tightly closed iron doors. The length and width of the iron doors are each ten meters. At a glance, the front looks like a closed giant underground garage. The rainwater flowing down the steps is drained away by the sewer Yes, the iron gate was even dry before.

This subway looks like it's not just about transporting people, it should also include those war machines.Heras looked at the huge corridor in front of him with a little emotion. It seems that technological civilization is really good at punching holes...

"The gnomes must have been evacuated from these underground transportation networks. Maybe I should go inside to see if there are any clues." Heras thought for a while and walked to the iron gate. After careful inspection for a while, he did not find any switches. It seems that the iron gate should be locked from the inside, and only violent means can be used to open it.

Looking inside from the middle, Heras preliminarily judged that the two iron doors were at least one meter thick, and they were still made of some kind of refined steel. Even if all the spiritual power is exhausted, there is no way to carve out an entrance.

But he has already invented a force field magic, which is specially used for demolition...

Heras pressed his hands on the iron gate, and instantly activated the magic configuration. His spiritual power leaked out of his palms, and under the effect of the spell, it began to transform into some regular vibrating force fields. The vibration frequency of the force field was changed from Gradually adjust from low to high, and the quantum brain calculates the stress change of the iron door while analyzing the frequency.

After the frequency changed to a certain value, the iron gate suddenly appeared deformed that could be detected by the quantum brain. He finally made a few fine-tuning, and finally determined the resonant frequency of the iron gate.

Then Heras' mental power suddenly increased its output!Soon the entire outpost shook violently like an earthquake!

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