Chapter 1339 Frontline Laboratory

Fendil just glanced at the mission summary, and quickly turned his attention back to the road in front of him—the wind and snow at this moment seemed to be a little lighter than before, but the weather was still bad, and the temporary hardened road was on the way. A snowstorm extends toward the dim distance, and at the end of the road, something can be seen standing on the top of a hill. There are artificial lights in that direction, which should be the end point of this trip.

The voice of a communication technician came from the rear at this moment: "Sir, who do you think would set up a frontline laboratory in such a place? This is almost close to the line of fire between us and the mutants..."

"That's why it's called the frontline laboratory," Fendil said without turning his head. "I heard that the laboratory is used to study the wasteland environment and the characteristics of distortions. Of course, it will be set up in the nearest A place within the wasteland."

"...Anyway, the person in charge of this kind of laboratory must be a bold enough scholar. How can ordinary people dare to stay in this kind of place," the soldier said with a sigh, "The above also reminds us to maintain enough respect and calmness... respect I can understand that this kind of scholar should be respected, but why do I need to mention calmness?"

Fendil himself was actually quite curious about this, at this time he couldn't help but think about it, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Who knows, this mission is mysterious... maybe it's because of the laboratory The image of the person in charge over there is a bit strange? After all, you see, we already have a great artisan who looks like an iron ball and a great magister in the form of an arcane spirit..."

"Strange image? Will it be ugly?"

"If you ask me, who should I ask, anyway, there should be some strange looks." Fendil said casually, and did not continue this kind of unnutritive dialogue with his subordinates, but continued to pay attention to the people on the road vigilantly. Condition.

This place is already located in the Gondor wasteland. Before the big hole in the majestic wall appeared, there was only a piece of rotten wasteland and endless haze, but with the disappearance of that energy barrier, the environment in this area also disappeared. Then there was a change, the airflow from the outside made it rainy and snowy, and due to the drastic changes in the flow of magic power, the weather here was even more unpredictable and extreme than other places.

The empire has successfully established several propulsion bases and purification devices in this area. In a sense, this original wasteland can now be regarded as the new frontier of the civilized world, but it is not safe here: in the south The assembled army of aberrations is still maintaining the offensive on the northern battlefield. There will often be small groups of aberrations passing through the battlefield blockade. They will often be wiped out quickly in this area, but before that, they are also a real threat Watching the engineers walking between the frontline camps.

Fendil thought of the "Frontline Laboratory"—it was a facility that had just appeared recently. Its construction speed was astonishing, and its location was also strange. Soil "outposts", but shouldn't outposts like this be properly protected? At least it has to be built in the propulsion base to be considered safe.

However, judging from the map issued by the superior, the laboratory is completely far away from all the propulsion bases and forward military stations. It is extremely aggressively located on the "line of fire", and its location is not protected by any means - Fendil does not want to question the superior Their judgment, but he really didn't understand it.

At this moment, the environment outside the car window suddenly changed, which also interrupted Fendil's thoughts - he found that he seemed to have suddenly passed through an invisible "boundary". The front came to an abrupt end, forming a large-scale "calm space", and a small mountain was located in the center of this area away from the disturbance of wind and snow, and the whole mountain was shrouded in a "curtain" emitting a faint light , countless mysterious runes flowed like rain on the surface of the curtain, and inside the curtain was the end of his trip:

It was a... mansion, a medieval-style mansion that had nothing to do with a "research facility". It reminded Fendil of the kind of classical courtyard favored by scholars in the north, with solemn tones. The gray exterior wall and the dark blue roof are dotted with climbing vines and narrow flower beds around the exterior wall. If it weren't for the flag of the Cecil Empire floating above it, and the empire's magic technology hanging in front of the door, Looking at the emblem of the Ministry, Fendil even wondered if he had found the wrong place—the style of this laboratory was really not at the same level as the many imperial facilities he was familiar with.

But soon he put this doubt aside. After all, there are many strange characters in the upper echelons of the empire, and things like styles have always been changeable. Compared with the tree on the Holy Spirit Plain and the priests of the Holy Light Church Well, a laboratory that looks more like a private mansion is still in the range that ordinary human beings can understand—the only thing he can’t understand is how the person who built this laboratory managed to create such a mansion in such a short period of time. From the mansion? This thing doesn't look like it's built from prefab parts...

Messy thoughts flashed through his mind, but the matter in Fendil's hand did not delay. He drove the car up the ramp leading to the mansion, and passed through the "curtain" with countless runes flowing. ", the moment the vehicle passed through the curtain, he felt something swept over his body—this might be some kind of defense or recognition system. Afterwards, he parked the car in the open space in front of the "laboratory", and brought two surprised and curious soldiers to the dark gate.

He took a breath, feeling inexplicably nervous for some reason, and then put his hand on the door, but before he was about to pull the rope marked "Visitor Bell", a gentle and nice-sounding female voice came It came from inside: "Come in directly, I have seen you - the door is not locked."

Fendil and the soldiers looked at each other, and then he pushed lightly, and the door that looked extremely heavy opened quietly.

A bright hall appeared in his eyes—the next second, he felt dizzy because of the weird structure in the hall.

He saw an open space covered with a dark red carpet. There were countless dazzling experimental devices and alchemy containers arranged nearby and operating on their own. Arcane servants in the shape of spirits stood on platforms or shelves. Shuttle back and forth, copying data or controlling various magical institutions;

At the end of the hall, he saw a tall, spiraling upward staircase, which led to a mid-air platform, but the roof could not be seen above the platform, but a deep space that seemed to be able to extend upwards infinitely. The messy staircases, layers of platforms, countless gates and corridor bridges spanning in the air make people dizzy;

At the highest point of the deep space, Fendil vaguely saw some floating, chaotic and dark silhouettes. He didn't know what those things were, but he had a feeling... He felt that the end there seemed to have been separated This entity time and space, even connected to a farther and more mysterious place...

The scale and structure of this building do not match the structure of the mansion from the outside!

Fendil suddenly took a deep breath and broke free from the dizziness. He looked at the two technical soldiers he had brought, but saw the same shock and bewilderment in their eyes as himself, but soon, a sudden Regular footsteps sounded from not far away. There seemed to be some kind of magical power in the footsteps, which instantly calmed Fendil's beating heart. He heard the beautiful female voice coming from behind: "Are you here to help connect to the Internet? Great, I've been waiting for a long time... Ah, sorry this place is still a bit messy..."

Fendil turned his head following the voice, and the expression on his face that had finally eased up suddenly became a little stiff again: a tall figure appeared in front of him, making him subconsciously look up, and finally saw the lady's face clearly .

A beautiful lady with a mysterious temperament, wearing a black complicated court dress, silk gloves and delicate purple hair accessories - at least two meters tall.

"You should be Fendil? I read the information," said the two-meter-long lady. The voice from above made Fendil subconsciously think of the feeling he had when he listened to his aunt and mother when he was a child, "I I'm the person in charge of this experimental facility. You can call me Ms. Mina or Ms. Mina - I prefer the second one. Would you like some hot tea? It's snowing outside, let's warm up .”

While speaking, two arcane servants floated over, holding hot tea and snacks in their hands, and a small round table and a few chairs floated from not far away, and landed in front of Fendil and the others.

"Sorry, I've just settled here, and I haven't had time to display many furnishings," the tall woman who called herself "Miss Mina" said, "Let's have some tea and rest."

Fendil originally wanted to say that the task was the priority, but at this moment he sat down in a daze, and when he realized it, he was already holding a teacup in his hand, and then he glanced at the unusually tall lady in front of him—— After entering this incredible "laboratory" and seeing this tall lady, he finally understood the meaning of "keep calm" specially reminded on the mission summary.

But it is obviously not a gentleman to talk about a lady's appearance when they meet for the first time. Although Fendil usually has a carefree personality, he knew this at this time, so he quickly looked away and found normal after looking around. A little topic: "Mina... Ma'am, are you alone here?"

He hesitated for a moment, but chose to address the woman in front of him with "Ms." After all... Even if he doesn't consider that the other party is a respectable scholar, he really can't ignore the oppressive feeling brought by the other party's height of more than two meters. It feels more appropriate to use a respectful and formal title.

"Ms. Mina" didn't seem to care about the address of the other party. She just smiled and said casually: "Yes, there is only me here—and the assistants I summoned. I am more used to working alone."

Is this lady really alone in this "frontline laboratory"? !

Although Fendil had already guessed, he couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise at this time, but then he forcibly controlled his overly surprised reaction—he thought that the lady in front of him was probably a powerful legendary strongman. Or, this can be seen from her ability to build such an incredible magic laboratory, and most of these legendary superhumans are a bit weird, some of them like to live in seclusion in uninhabited and dangerous places, and some like to live in seclusion. Using magic to create highly intelligent companions to accompany themselves, some like to freeze their nephews and throw them off the castle... In contrast, it is not even "weird" to like to work alone.

But he still couldn't help asking: "Isn't this very dangerous? You set up the laboratory in such a place by yourself..."

"Fortunately, I'm pretty good at fighting," Ms. Mina laughed, waving her fists lightly as if to show her strength, "And if it's just me, it's easier to evacuate in case of an emergency .”

"Uh... well," Fendil nodded, then he finished his tea under the watchful eyes of the tall lady and stood up, "Thank you for your hospitality, let's get down to business first—— Where do you want to set the magic network terminal?"

"I'll show you..."

Fendil and the two subordinates he brought started to get busy. According to "Ms. Mina", they wanted to install a set of military-grade magic net terminals next to the magic power focus in the center of the hall. After working, Mirmina left the hall. She stepped up a sloping staircase at the end of the hall, walked through a corridor that was almost 90° skewed visually, and came to a special room looking from the direction of the hall. There is no room to see the entrance.

The room is semicircular as a whole, but there is no normal window on one side of the curved surface, but a series of huge irregular crystals are inlaid. Those crystals are filled with hazy shimmering light, and there seems to be light and shadow inside, but Each one can't see the specific content clearly.

Mirmina walked towards one of the huge crystals, and the hazy floating light in that crystal became clear in an instant. The phantom formed by clouds, mist and wind dissipated in the crystal, and what appeared inside was the wasteland. A view from somewhere inside.

"Start recording the observation log."

Mirmina said casually to the air next to her, and an arcane servant holding a recording board immediately appeared in the air.

"Chaos, seemingly endless chaos... But in fact, it should be a regular 'vibration'..." Mirmina said softly as if talking to herself, her fingers lightly brushed the On the surface of the crystal, the wasteland landscape presented in the crystal also began to change. A layer of translucent "filter" formed by countless colorful colors covered the picture, and those color blocks floated in the air, constantly outlining the The flow of magic power and their conversion process, and between those floating lights and shadows, many large or small "vortices" can be seen appearing and dissipating.

It's like there is a sea of ​​chaos that ordinary people can't detect, floating on the old land of Gondor.

"If the essence of the wasteland of Gondor is really a chaotic, complete and unified 'field', then any details observed inside this field should help describe the mathematical model of the field as a whole ...

"Frontline laboratory, first observation record, window No. 1, time..."

Accompanied by Milmina's soft words, the arcane servant quickly wrote words and symbols on the recording board.

For seven centuries, the truth buried in this mysterious wasteland has finally begun to be revealed bit by bit in front of reason and logic.