The Riddler Get Out of Terra

"What's the point of doing this? The alloy department doesn't need such a high temperature. Generally speaking, a yellow-level flame is enough for a large-scale experiment. Excessive temperature will have a devastating impact on the experimental results."

"Of course it makes sense!"

Nian smiled proudly, and the goddess of fire stretched out her hand toward the furnace!

The fierce firelight went from crazy to gentle in just a moment. When her vicious blue eyes stared at the gentle, magma-like fluid flame, Miss Nian had already thrown in the ore placed inside the furnace factory:

"This is just a little tip! Just by raising the temperature a little, the efficiency of combining the ore and the source stone will be greatly improved, and the impurities will quickly disappear in the flames!"

"Finally, purify the Originium metal mixture and catalyze it with the new alloy you introduced..." Nian snapped his fingers, "Well, the steel plan suitable for urban construction is now complete!"

"What we need next is to simplify the process for industrial production and continue to develop new steel materials. I know many alternative alloy formulas for rare ores, which are very useful in casting cities."

The white-haired lady threw the smelted composite metal at the detection position, turned the temperature knob three times gracefully, closed several gates that she had just learned not long ago, and left the furnace factory with viciousness, saying as she walked:

"However, there are still some problems with the steel you use. The condensation method and the liquefaction method are both interesting, but I have actually tried them. The existing alloy formula is not suitable. The parameters are indeed powerful, but the needs of the manufacturing process have not been considered. Ah! Maybe we have to change the proportion of elements..."

The cool air reminded Nian of her identity. Her eloquent words of pointing out the world came to an abrupt halt, and her consciousness

Miss Nian, who was relying on her experience to make decisions, scratched her cheek again and apologized to Viciously:

"Well, I got a little carried away, but if you need..."

The soft and warm touch on her thigh interrupted Miss Nian's talking to herself. She looked down and saw the head of the alloy project department, a majestic, elegant and well-mannered young girl hugging her like a vicious child. Thighs, eyes shining brightly.

This is?

Before Nian could figure it out, a vicious and excited young voice echoed unabashedly in the quiet space of the alloy project team:

"It's so awesome! Your scientific research is really amazing, you are like a god! How about we do scientific research together in the future? Research together! Be the idols of the scientific research department together!! Everyone, come out quickly! Come and see the God of Casting!"

"Please come here for guidance!" Vicious rejected his own judgment excitedly and continued shouting: "You will be the mother-in-law of our Metallurgical Department from now on! Three hours of guidance every day! You will still receive your salary! The benefits are the same as mine! Also! besides……!"

Nian became numb as he listened to the vicious recruitment conditions becoming more and more outrageous.

Chapter 13 Records of the Scientific Research Department

"The boss must come to play tomorrow!!! The alloy department has a banquet quota tomorrow!!!"

Vicious and fragile voices kept humiliatingly behind him. Even though the layers of metal doors were weakening section by section, Nian could still hear the cute shouts of the young girl in charge with shame.

No one has ever admired her so much. Casting is different from playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting. The time invested, the energy consumed, and the crowd of appreciators are all very different. Her sister who loves painting can make old monks enlighten and heavenly masters meditate with just a few graceful strokes. However, in this year, you have to use real swords and guns to extend the value of castings.

Who made her like it?

Compared with the joy of indulging in mountains and rivers, drinking and having fun, Nian still likes the beautiful sound of metal melting in the flames during casting. The resentment towards the people in the Great Flame and the annoyance of being shouted around all seem to be melted by the fire and flow out of Nian's thinking as impurities. cycle.

In the eyes of those who pay attention to castings, Miss Nian's works are hard to come by. Even Taishi Yan also trusted in the things made by Nian Beast. In the years of difficulty and heavy surveillance, forging weapons became the focus of this year's work. One of the incarnations of the phase and the official symbol of peace of Great Yan.

One look at Xi's paintings and it's clear that they are hard to find in the world, and the viewers are astonished. When Nian's castings are exquisite, they certainly stand out from the crowd, but more often than not, the castings are not so gorgeous and exquisite - the weapons don't need to be so beautiful. , it is a symbol of taking away life.

The cold patterns on the sword cannot add warmth, it only increases the possibility of bloodletting.

Miss Nian rarely encounters a werewolf like Weixin who hugs the thigh and won't let go - Dayan and his gang are arrogant when asking for help, as if they can do what the real dragon did in the past. Since Xiang can bow to the real dragon, he can also kneel to them.

Although what they thought was indeed correct, based on Nian's vague intuition and investigation, it turned out that Da Yan, who had never let down his guard, was not the only one facing Sui Xiang's awakening at Si Suitai...

"Are all your scientists so... um, lively?" Nian straightened his clothes in front of Kong Ming and asked for the rest of his life. She was very embarrassed by the vicious hugging of her thighs and not letting go.

"Vicious always respects experts with profound knowledge and first-class abilities, especially since you are the top boss in the metal field she is responsible for. How could she not please you?"

"Are you coming tomorrow? Don't feel any psychological pressure. No matter you come or not, the banquet quota will be met." Kong Ming operated the light screen on his hand a few times and asked Nian to confirm the recent interaction of the Scientific Research Department - the banquet of the Metal Department The circle was filed a week ago.

"...Okay, is there any spicy food here?" Miss Nian asked - she still couldn't forget this painful feast that stimulated her taste buds.

"And then you ask me to give you some medicine?" Kong Ming smiled: "First of all, if I tell Vicious, that guy will definitely design a Sichuan flavor according to the spiciness, and may even cook it himself to show respect. With her Cooking, I can’t believe you can hold it back.”

"Selong!" Miss Nian recalled the burning pain and the cold ointment, and couldn't help but slap Kong Ming on the shoulder.

"Does the food cooked by Viciousness taste good?" she asked thoughtfully. Miss Nian originally guessed that the banquet was just a social event, but she didn't expect that it was actually a banquet!

Kong Ming admitted that the particularly vicious cooking was delicious. Not to mention, just after Qinglong finished speaking, some liquid began to accumulate in Miss Nian's mouth, which was obviously moved.

"Although Lei Sang hates classifying people into three, six or nine classes, in the scientific research department, people do have different classes.

Some people may just be experienced, and they are the old ones who train new talents in Kazdare - they will not be driven away afterwards. Leisang's sister Ursa plans to build a training base specifically responsible for cultivating the experimental literacy of new people. , old people can go teach when they get tired of it.

Some people are the mainstay. They will participate in various experiments and use what they have learned over the years to explore the scientific phenomena at the forefront of Terra. They can start experiments quickly and well, and the people in charge can assign major projects to them in batches.

Some people are real geniuses. They have learned a lot at a young age. At the age when the mainstays were playing in the mud, they have mastered at least the same knowledge as them. They are inspired, passionate, and creative, Kazdare Scientific Research Department All projects are inseparable from them. "

Kong Ming casually introduced the internal structure of the scientific research department, where the person in charge and the people they were responsible for were located.

Wei Yiyi explained to Nian that when he talked about the third type of person, he seemed to have thought of something. He paused before continuing to tell Nian the story of the Scientific Research Department:

"Vicious is the third type I am talking about. He is young and very talented. He quickly completed the internal courses and is responsible for the alloy project alone. He is very good at making alloys and can learn how to cook quickly. He is a worldly person, so maybe that's the case. Same."

"So her approach to me just now was just an illusion? Did you mean to keep me here like this?"

Nian raised his eyebrows, seeing through Kong Ming's intention.

"Not really. She respects those who are stronger than her and those who are kind to her, such as me."

Kong Ming recalled: "I only guided her for a period of time. Every festival, I would receive some small gifts, such as the Yanguo ancient pepper that you and I became friends with. She stole the seeds from the Ministry of Agriculture."

"So what do you want to say?"

Nian was confused by Kong Ming's introduction that didn't match the preface and postscript.

"What I mean is that it is her own intention to approach you viciously. When receiving great courtesy, don't belittle yourself and think that compared to them, you are just rich in experience and nothing special.

There is no need to have such thoughts. Weixin likes every scholar who meets her and also likes to make friends. Don't be afraid of her getting closer. "

Kong Ming gave a somewhat awkward explanation, as if he was afraid that Nian would want to distort the relationship between Kazdel and Yan Guo:

"She always has trouble understanding how to interact with others. She is so enthusiastic when first meeting her that many people think she has an ulterior motive..."

The sound is getting farther and farther away.

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The metal door had just closed one level, and the vicious and cute smile turned cold.

The original warm, friendly, warm and cheerful atmosphere of the project department disappeared in an instant, and the deserted air surrounded the place again.

The ice-blue pupils of the white-haired Custer swept away the innocence and simplicity that had hugged Nian not long ago. He glanced coldly at every corner of his sight, and his indifference occupied every part of his vicious features like the eternal snowstorm in the polar regions.

"Boss Qiao gave you a task? You have bad intentions."

The water body, which was exactly the same as a real person, appeared in the air, and the green dragon also activated its power. Its majestic golden vertical pupils stared at the vicious ice blue pupils without giving in.

"Haha, when did the boss care about the love between his children again? The plan to tie her here seems to be yours, right?"

The eyes met instantly, and the freezing coldness on his vicious face instantly melted away. Custer greeted Kong Ming with a smile that was extremely inconsistent with his current body and age, looking charming and hopeful.

"...Go find Ursa. After the ceremony is successful, let her go to the Tower of Babel."

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Chapter 15 Fetal Movement

"I'm homesick."

"I want to live!! I want to live!!"

"Old thing! Sooner or later I will kill you!"

"My child, my child..."

"Money, I still want money! The disease needs to be cured!!!"

"Hungry, I'm so hungry! I want to eat!!"

"Good stuff, a few numbers, let's talk about a price."

"How dare these workers want so many! Victoria can't keep them!"

……

What is the color of missing?

In the past, Qiao Lun would have used beautiful words to fool him. Sentences that seemed touching would always make the fool who asked such a question go back and reflect on whether he had that serious illness. Artistic descriptions would be too empty for Qiao Lun, who prefers rationality. .

Many of the stories created by humans so far all come from longing, and finally dissolve back into nothingness with death.

Now, Qiao Lun can answer:

This is a colorful sea of ​​light, with countless thoughts ebbing and flowing, and every drop of mist-like story is a seemingly endless longing!

The promotion of inhuman things is indeed completely different from the promotion of humanoid creatures.

When Kong Ming was promoted, the material world rose and the spiritual plane ebbed and flowed. Countless ancient gods discovered Kong Ming's position and power. They were full of hostility and indifference that contradicted it.

When you become a god, unless you go mad and give up your power, friends and enemies are doomed.

However, Qiao Lun could sense that the psychic plane was just an omission from the sea of ​​longing he was in now. Judging from this sea of ​​light, where every drop of water carried a huge amount of chaotic psychic energy, the psychic plane could only be regarded as a small lake. .

There has never been a moment like this that made Qiao Lun realize how powerful longing can be. In the powerless dreams of ordinary people, they cannot realize how powerful these delusions that quickly dissipate in life create in the sea of ​​longing.

There was no sound here, the dense sounds of thoughts were endless, and there was no distance here. Qiao Lun tried to dive, as if he had passed through the obstruction of a thick curtain and entered another strange space.

Of course, this is also a sea of ​​longing, but compared to the colorful and dazzling tide of longing when he arrived, there is only sad and desperate hatred and regret. The sighs of death are frozen in time, and finally gather in this withered wave.

'Does the height of sea water correspond to the order of thoughts? '

Qiao Lun carefully judged the rules of the sea of ​​longing, but in an instant he overturned the obviously flawed conclusion:

'No, it's not the sequence of thoughts. It's not just the thoughts before death, but also the fear of precarious life and death, not to mention the sighs before death. '

So what exactly is this?

yes……?

Although there were very few clues, Qiao Lun still kept his doubts in his heart, and decided to submit them to the Strategy Department for brainstorming after returning. Although they are all Qiao Lun, different virtual personalities have different problem-solving circuits, and maybe there will be a flash of inspiration. Woolen cloth?

But Qiao Lun himself also knew that the possibility of drawing a conclusion was very low - they were just here for the first time, so what could they know?

If it floats, can it return to the starting position?

Qiao Lun tried to move his body, but found that he could only twist and float like a swimming fish - he couldn't feel his body? !

boom--!

The sea of ​​longing suddenly rioted, a huge amount of longing formed a tsunami-like wave, the spiritual energy as vast as the ocean was completely out of control, and the huge violence swept through and tore apart every space!

How powerful is a tsunami?

It is difficult for ordinary people who are free from illness and disaster to imagine that even Qiao Lun, who has suffered for many years in Terra, the biggest disaster he has ever seen is just a meteorite bombardment from the sky - a catastrophe that should have been a conflict between heaven and earth and a repeat of the world, because of the meteorite Lun. His self-restraint prevented Terra from evolving into the dinosaur that was Blue Star's former overlord.

As Xue Weileng embezzles the Source Stone underground in Kazdaele and crushes the so-called ancient will, the natural disaster seems to be really moving away from Kazdaele. The most powerful thing is just the big explosion caused by Miss Blood, which can easily destroy the mobile city. .

However, when the real tsunami occurred, Miss Blood's power was stretched thin.

How amazing are the waves of hundreds of meters?What if the waves overlap?

The Terrans call a meteorite less than 20 meters in diameter falling from the sky a natural disaster. What about a tsunami that is a hundred stories high and even wider?

A world-ending disaster?

Qiao Lun didn't know.

He just took a long breath, opened his eyes wide and stared at all the information left behind in the sea of ​​longing, preparing to continue entering here after being resurrected on other spare bodies.

——Presumably other non-human beings also have various ways of rebirth. Those self-righteous ancient gods in the spiritual plane think that they will live forever and miss the monsters in the sea. How could they be unprepared?

However, just as he calmed down, the entire sea of ​​​​missing suddenly became calm, and the lifeless mirror appeared in front of Qiao Lun again. It seemed that there was a huge and dangerous monster hidden under the deep and dark water.

But Qiao Lun shouldn't be worried.

He should now be the protagonist of a horror movie hiding under the sea - a broad and huge body, with a skin-like texture of flesh and blood, with white bones and rotten flesh tightly bound under the bloody threads, each one covered with The bone spurs' tentacles kept swimming around the outside of the body.

The skinned Chapter Whale hybrid now is what Qiao Lun looks like in Missing Sea.

He has no face, or in other words, this disgusting mass of flesh with bloody cracks as eyes is Jo Lun's entire body. The tentacles open repeatedly, sometimes to assist vision, and sometimes to reveal fangs and sharp teeth. A bright red blood mist.

On the surface of his body, a layer of rugged rocks like blood scabs spread over the surface of his body. The dark tones set off the lifeless environment of the Sea of ​​Memories, reflecting an unusually disgusting special color.

Qiao Lun tentatively moved his body, and a layer of transparent skin covering his body was torn away. He leaned in and watched, seeing countless faces floating numbly among them.

'These people are not the Sakaz of the current era, but have characteristics of the medieval era. '

Qiao Lun looked at these faces thoughtfully. He tried to catch a piece of dead skin swaying, and the densely packed faces were turned around by inertia, and then revealed the appearance of Sakaz underneath that was the same as Qiao Lun's memory.

This is……!

Qiao Lun saw the Sakaz swordsman whom he had devoured with cold blood. His pale and swollen face closed his eyes peacefully in the dirty skin.