Two Hundred and Seventy-Two Geometry

When Grand Magister Lonsadre got off the plane, only Foreign Secretary Stryd was waiting for him at the airport. This is not an official visit in itself, so the reception's specifications have been reduced quite a bit.

Contrary to the last time, Airland Hill used fighter escort throughout the whole process this time, and the MiG-21 fighter jets have always been around the Boeing 707 airliner, which is a lot more reassuring.

"His Excellency the Great Magister! Welcome to visit Alan Hill again!" Stried stepped forward and shook hands with Lonsadre cordially—if he wasn't Alan Hill's foreign minister, Maybe I will never have the opportunity to touch the palm of the Great Magister in my life.

"You're welcome, I'm here this time mainly to see the photo." Lonsadre was very easy to get along with, and he also counted on Strid to give him something delicious, so he didn't have the slightest bit. Arrogant meaning.

Chris left Seris temporarily for something. As the emperor of Alan Hill, he actually has an identity as a humanoid self-propelled plotter, uh, no, he is the backbone of science and technology. The main reason he left Serris was because Alan Hill's new weapons had reached a critical moment.

"We have prepared the photos. In fact, because you came a little later, we have confirmed the authenticity and real location of these photos." Strid made a gesture of please and said.

Grand Magister Lonsadre nodded and made a gesture of please, and then took Vivian to the car waiting for them.

Unlike the last time they came, the car that received them had changed again. This time it looked more luxurious, and the pattern composed of the magic defense barrier runes engraved on it was also updated.

This rune was improved with the help of Grand Magister Lonsadlai, so he was very familiar with it. Once in the car, he felt more pleasant surprises: the latest car is more comfortable and the engine is quieter.

The car flew all the way along the road, and finally arrived at Seris Castle. Grand Magister Lonsadlai couldn't take a rest, so he brought Vivian to the conference room specially prepared for them.

An Airland Hill general was already waiting here as an escort, along with some spy satellite technicians to answer some technical questions about Lonsa Delai.

"This image is still very blurry, but I can confirm that it is definitely the eye of magic." Seeing the huge black pit on the ground and the light blue magic light, Lonzadelai said with certainty.

He has dealt with the Eye of Magic all his life, so he recognized this familiar terrain at a glance: "It's exactly the same as the Eye of Magic on the west side of Greken, and there is no difference in size."

"Yes, this is the magic eye on the west side of Greken that we took. You can compare it." An officer took a photo from a stack of photos and placed it in front of Lonsadlai. Then he spoke.

Lonsadre compared the two photos in front of him, and the expression on his face was wonderful: "You can look down on the ground from such a height...it's amazing...it's amazing."

Vivian was not interested in the photos in front of her. She just stood beside the Great Magister Lonsadlai, waiting for the welcome banquet for a while...

"If, I want to know, if you give you some time, is there any way for you to send people to... a higher place?" Lonsadre looked at the engineer in charge of technology and asked.

"Sir, I can't answer your question." The technician smiled reluctantly, and then refused to answer the question raised by Lonsadre: "What you asked has nothing to do with these photos."

Lonsadre's expression was a little stiff. He was really rarely rejected, but this nerd with glasses in front of him rejected him so naturally.

Five years ago, this kind of thing would not have happened in mythology. But now, a great magus like Lonsadlai,

There is no longer the nature of entangled in their own status.

Gaining respect from others does not necessarily depend on strength, it may also depend on self-cultivation. Lonsadlai's cultivation is still very high, or it can be said that Greken itself is a country that attaches great importance to cultivation.

"In addition, yesterday, our satellite discovered the magic eye you mentioned, confirming that there are indeed three magic eyes on this planet." Pushing the glasses on the bridge of his nose, the technician introduced.

The leading Air Force representative handed another photo to Lonsa Delai, and added: "The position of this magic eye is indeed not too different from the position you described. Because of the orbital problem, we only photographed it. part."

Longsadelai still doesn't know that the reconnaissance satellite has actually launched 5 satellites, and the satellites that provide imaging now are only the first generation of reconnaissance satellite technology. The newly launched satellite can take clearer pictures.

According to the design, the most powerful technology of Ailan Hill, which is still on the drawings, can actually distinguish the buildings and heavy equipment on the ground.

According to the plan, Ailan Hill will soon begin to build a GPS system on this planet. At that time, Ailan Hill's missiles will be able to increase the hit accuracy to the level of meters.

"Actually, we also found this." He handed another picture to Longsa Delai, and the air force general's face was very solemn: "The capital of the puppet empire, the target that has been moving."

In the photo, a huge city actually has two rows of long legs with different lengths. These legs support the city to move. From a distance, it looks like a huge spider covered with legs.

On the back of this huge spider, there is a towering magic tower, which can still be discerned vaguely, as well as some strange magic circles.

"Because of being close to the Eye of Magic and accepting the temptation of the source of magic within the Eye of Magic, they have access to almost endless energy... The last time I went, the city wasn't as big as it is now... Amazing, really It's amazing." Lonsadlai stroked the photo on the table and said in admiration.

Chris had a similar admiration the first time he saw the photo. To be able to create a giant puppet with a city on its back is indeed a very remarkable thing.

Chris has seen movies like Devouring the City, so he has an intuitive impression of the technology that can make a city move. He really envies that kind of mobile city like the Super Dimension Fortress. If there is a chance, he even wants to build a similar mobile fortress for himself.

"We are calculating the specific movement rules of this mobile city through multiple observations. If possible, we hope to end the war through an effective nuclear strike." The Air Force general said while observing Long Sadle's expression.

Lonsadre did not object, but he still persuaded: "I don't deny that this is a good idea. If there is a chance, you can try it."

After talking about this, he changed the conversation and emphasized another danger: "But I still want to remind you that once the nuclear strike begins, the puppet empire will no longer care about nuclear deterrence... They will kill with hatred. To Alan Hill, you will also pay a terrible price."

"Calculation takes time, so we can't carry out this attack plan right away." The air force general changed the subject noncommittally and introduced the situation on the frontal battlefield.

It seems that the Great Magister Lonsadlai does not object to the direct use of nuclear weapons against the puppet empire. After receiving this promise, the purpose of nuclear attack on the capital of the puppet empire has been achieved.

As long as Lonsadlai does not strongly object, then this matter can be operated theoretically: although the use of nuclear weapons does not need to look at Grecon's face, it is definitely better to get the understanding and support of the other party than to do it alone. .

On the southern front, Ireland Hill was in full swing. They had taken the northern part of the Jesno Empire, the main force was advancing to the south, and Coria's attack was fast, largely because he had received little decent resistance.

The Norma Empire was finally unable to support it and began to shrink its defense line-the situation in the central battlefield had changed a little, and the specific situation had not yet been concluded.

After the brutal battle on the northern front, the situation has probably stabilized: the Holy Demon Empire has collapsed, and under the cover of the puppet troops, it is routing to the southwest. A large number of people from the Holy Devil Empire surrendered, and the situation where the two sides were evenly matched in the Holy Devil Empire was completely broken.

"One more thing, Your Excellency Grand Magister Lonsadre." In the corner, a slightly fat man wearing glasses with lenses thicker than the bottom of the bottle suddenly spoke up. He hadn't spoken before, so he was ignored by most people.

"How much do you know about geometry?" He looked at Lonsadre and asked nervously.

"Geometry?" Lonsadlai frowned, repeated the word he was not familiar with, and then replied, "I don't know much about Alan Hill's knowledge. Researched... well, can you tell me? What exactly are you trying to say?"

He had discussed this conjecture with His Majesty the Emperor before, and it was His Majesty the Emperor who ordered him to see Lonsadre. So he took out all his courage and showed the superiority of a mortal to the Great Magister.

"What I'm trying to say is...if you know the most basic geometry, then combining these photos, you can infer..." The slightly fat man felt that His Majesty the Emperor gave him endless courage, so he stared at Lonsard Lay's eyes: "We could be in big trouble."