1645 Pollution 1

Facing the hundreds of palm-sized black crystal bottles on the table, Moritz asked with a surprised look. "How are you going to name it?"

Raymond, who had worked hard for a whole week to complete the purification and concentration, tapped his fingers on the table a few times and shook his head. "This kind of potion should not be prepared, and it is better not to name it..."

Moritz, who had already seen the effect of this concentrate, had bright eyes and smiled immediately. "The dream of many pharmacists is to name the potion after themselves, because such honor will be passed down forever..."

"Maybe some potions can be passed down, but this potion represents complete destruction. I believe it will be notorious in the future. It's better not to have such an honor..."

Moritz covered his mouth and chuckled. For a while, his eyes moved, which added a lot of charm to him. After explaining the precautions, Raymond, who was extremely tired, returned to the room prepared for him in the castle and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Moritz, who understood the efforts Raymond had made during this period, quickly said goodbye and left the independent space of the old dean Shura after collecting the concentrated liquid that could be taken away and distributed, and rushed to the team that was constantly retreating from the front line, preparing to launch a new round of attack on the Sith tribe.

The shadow points that were not taken back by Raymond and left in the experimental area were no longer cultivating and purifying those strains, but using the special method specified by the previous chip to destroy everything left in the experimental area.

The concentrated liquid with strong corrosion, the raw materials configured by it are inherently very polluting, so the old dean Shura has been watching and witnessed the process of all the substrates being destroyed.

Three days later.

Raymond, who woke up from a deep sleep, walked out of the castle refreshed, checked everything in the experimental area, and then took back the shadow points and summoned the girl Becky and others to say goodbye to the old dean Shura.

"No need, Talist is leading those giant rock statues to the King's Tower, so I naturally need to go and join him. If you don't plan to personally wipe out those Sith people, just accompany me..."

Thinking of Talist who had already set off with the giant rock statues. Raymond knew that he had neglected it, and immediately followed the old dean Shura to leave her independent space and return to the valley of Kelan Hill.

The black-headed falcons that had been following the old hedgehog and staying here had adjusted their status during this period and were very energetic.

Considering that Talist, who was leading those giant rock statues, could not move very fast, Raymond also told them frankly that if they followed him, they would probably not have a chance to take action before reaching the tower. So they were left to choose whether to continue to follow him or to join other participating teams to earn their own rewards for killing the Sith people.

It seemed that this had been discussed long ago, so the old hedgehog said goodbye directly after a little politeness and rushed to the front line with the black-headed falcons.

After contacting Talist and obtaining his location, the old dean Shura set up a teleportation gate to arrive and join him.

Twenty-four giant rock statues that are 100 meters high are naturally very impressive.

What surprised Raymond was that their forward speed was not low, so although the departure time was not very long, it was only a dozen days away from the front line of the Sith tribe.

Because an agreement had been reached with Moritz before. Therefore, all the special crystals obtained in the Sith tribe buildings will belong to Raymond's spoils of war, so Raymond, who was not in a hurry to rush to the front line, also followed the old dean Shura to travel slowly.

But not long after, Raymond's magic began to flicker, and after it was turned on, he received a message from Moritz.

After reaching the front line, Moritz distributed the concentrated liquid and then attacked the three Sith strongholds. The atomized diluted concentrated liquid took only half an hourglass to destroy and collapse a giant Sith stronghold, and no vertical pupil escaped.

"Raymond, the consequences of diluting the concentrated liquid fifty times are too terrible..."

After Moritz finished speaking with a complicated expression, he turned the screen and let Raymond see the vast area covered by gray-black fog.

A captured human ruins. The broken walls and the purple-black spots on the outer walls proved that it had once launched a difficult defense, and finally became the territory of the Sith with the destruction of the entire city.

In the center of the ruined inner city, the giant cone-shaped building is now shrouded by a thin layer of gray-black fog, but under the fog that seems like a barrier, it has become purgatory.

The vertical pupils that were contaminated with the diluted concentrated liquid were either shriveled up like mummies or in the process of rapidly expanding, piling up in the square in front of the door.

And the gray-black mist rising from some of the vertical pupils that had been blown up by the internal pressure also dissipated and expanded with the wind, accelerating the arrival of destruction.

Raymond noticed that the ground had turned purple and black, and he couldn't help but feel annoyed. "Moritz! I explained it to you in detail before. A hundred times dilution can reach the standard of destruction. You insisted on using a fifty-fold dilution for atomization. In this way, the ruins of the city will become a restricted area for decades. The dilution that spreads out will take a longer time and a larger spread range before it can gradually weaken, degenerate, and dissipate!"

"Yes, I shouldn't have ignored your advice... But have you conducted relevant research and tests on the harm that this dilution can cause?"

Raymond, who had a gloomy face, said angrily. "You were present during the final configuration and inspection, and you also said that the power must be as high as possible! Do you mean that you will not use it after knowing its harm?"

Moritz was speechless when he was questioned, and his expression was tangled and distressed.

For Raymond, although he had not conducted any pollution test after the preparation, the chip had deduced the pollution of various dilution ratios, so Raymond was clearly aware of the legacy it caused, but he could not accept Moritz's accusation, so he naturally could not be polite.

Through the observation perspective of the magic, the top platform of the cone-shaped building of the Sith clan had been stained by the rapidly sinking gray-black mist. The originally green outer wall seemed to have begun to melt, and the gray-black slurry-like liquid mixed with the broken building materials began to peel off layer by layer.

In just a few dozen breaths, all the vertical pupils outside the stronghold had been melted, and the mist raised from the surface also wrapped the cone-shaped building, making it unstable from the bottom.

Facing the area gradually covered by the gray-black mist, Raymond sighed. If the bacterial colony that had been multiplied penetrated into the interior of the Sith clan's building, it would obviously be impossible to obtain the special crystals inside it, so Raymond broke the silence and asked. "How many strongholds have been captured so far?"

"This is the third one. Teams in other directions are still advancing. I believe that their defenses will be completely broken within two days..."

After hearing this, Raymond felt relieved. After requiring that the dilution of the concentrate must be strictly controlled, he gave instructions. "Remember to mark these areas as restricted areas. I think it is more appropriate to expand the range of 50 kilometers outward from the drop point as the center!"

Moritz was stunned when he heard the number and exclaimed immediately. "50 kilometers? Then how to block it when the team arrives at the high tower?"

"There are probably no living creatures in the high tower, and those towers of the sky and the wizard towers of the ancient wizards, are they of any use value?"

The ironic question raised by the somewhat annoyed Raymond once again made Moritz fall into silence... (To be continued ~^~)