Chapter 1007 Preparation

"Huh? You mean this?"

Huai Shi reached out and seemed to take out something from his pocket.

Raymond's eyes turned red and tears almost flowed out. It's not that it's scary, but it's irritating to the eyes. The built-in detector in the pupils has begun to overheat.

In Huai Shi's hands were two magazines.

There were two rows of bullets inside the crystal-like transparent magazine. It seemed to be forged from some metal, but it didn't have any reflective color of metal.

Instead, there was darkness, sucking all the light into it.

Is that solid? Liquid? Or is it a wisp of mist? Or does it really have an entity?

Just at the moment of witnessing it, you can feel the attraction that pulls your soul.

"Return to the ruins?" Raymond lost his voice: "Are you so cruel? Return your own...wait, can it be the one belonging to Lu Baiyan?"

"almost."

After Huai Shi tossed it twice and satisfied his vulgar taste for showing off, he sealed it again and threw it into his pocket.

Waste is shameful, making the best use of everything is the right way to run a house.

What's more, would such a big commander be wasted after being killed?

Always use some residual heat.

The main raw material comes from the source crystal extracted from Lu Baiyan's soul by Yangsheng Forging.

Da Siming's Yang Sheng refined Da Siming. This was the most luxurious matryoshka doll in the history of Tianwen Road. What he got was that this party gathered all the resentments in Lu Baiyan's life and solidified all the distortions of Da Siming. , becoming a strange existence like an ink stick.

Under the triple blessing of the hand of confinement, the fire of alchemy, and the casting furnace, it is extracted in all directions without any wastage. Even the cry and pain before death are perfectly preserved in it.

The ink ingot itself contained all of Lu Baiyan's souls and the achievements of the abyss painter. In addition to carrying Da Siming's own terrifying lethality against hell creatures, it was also terrifyingly corrosive. Huai Shi scraped it off with the corner. I drew two random scraps on the ground, and the depth of the entire space began to become unstable, and the areas stained by the ink began to be rapidly assimilated by the source.

If Huai Shi was a painter of the abyss, he would definitely be able to make better use of this income. Unfortunately, he is just a broken harp player.

Cut it into a fifth and divide it into two sections. One section was given to Xiaojiu to make a charm, and the other end was given to the abyss painter in the oil painting department of the school.

The rest were all turned into bullets by Huai Shi using casting techniques.

Using the casting furnace below Tanba Smelting, it took a full half a month to completely take shape. What he got were these eleven disaster crystals that were comparable to the numbered spell bullets of the Command Bureau.

Take it from hell, use it from hell.

It would be great if it could be returned to the gang of 25 people from Golden Dawn.

"Put such a dangerous thing in your bag properly!" Raymond glanced at him and realized something was wrong: "Wait, where is your bag?"

The saddle bag that Huaishi used to have when he went out was not on him today?

"It was taken away by Mr. Sharma, who said he wanted to maintain and modify it."

Although Huai Shi used the word 'said', in fact, there were two knocks on the door yesterday, and then a note was posted on the door of his house, asking him to take out the things and put them on the ground. Then, the things disappeared after brushing them. .

No one was looking.

There is no problem in leaving it to him. Although this backpack from Ms. Chasher is a gift from the hell creatures, the transformation was originally completed by him and other alchemists. After using it for so long, it really should be taken care of. .

Moreover, after a sublimate like Huai Shi with full survival status points has passed the development period, the effect of praying for objects once every half month has little effect. Now that there is a creator who is willing to renovate it for himself, that would be great.

"However, he said he would give it to me today, but I don't even know where to find him..."

Before Huai Shi could finish the word "take", his neck suddenly sank.

Without any warning, a bag hung up!

During the long period of stagnation, Raymond and he looked at each other in astonishment: "How did you do this?"

"Wait, let me see."

Huai Shi took out her mobile phone, used her own authority to connect to the frame of the Ivory Tower, and began to search for information on the internal telescope. As a result, she played the video at 200 times slower speed, but still could not see any signs.

It wasn't until Huaishi adjusted the magnification to 800 and looked at it frame by frame that he saw a blurry figure.

And there are only two frames!

In one frame, he slowed down, holding the turban with one hand, and hanging the bag around Huai Shi's neck with the other. In the other frame, he turned around, holding the turban, and assumed a sprinting posture!

Then, it was gone...

All we can say is that the Creator can really do whatever he wants.

Comes at the speed of light, goes away at the speed of light.

This made Huai Shi start to doubt life - when you come to deliver something, you have to use your own frame to accelerate local time. How unwilling are you to talk to others!

I would like to call you the strongest autism!

Huai Shi cursed in her heart, but she honestly raised her head and waved to the sky to express her gratitude.

I have to say that Sharma really put his heart into it. After all, it is a relic of his former ecology teacher, and there is nothing perfunctory about it.

Now it looks like I took a cotton swab dipped in maintenance oil and cleaned it inside and out several times. It is spotless and brand new. I have even repaired the missing parts of the skin, and there is no trace of any flaws at all.

If it weren't for the same weight and feel, he wouldn't have recognized it.

Moreover, there is a 200-page instruction manual stuffed in the outer pocket!

Huai Shi took it and patted it in her hand. The Book of Destiny was automatically read, excluding some unimportant information. There were two in total.

One is the expansion and weight reduction of the internal space, which has been expanded to twenty cubic meters, but the available space has not changed at all, because Sharma stuffed a set of simple alchemy matrix and external equipment for the casting furnace into the remaining space. It is convenient for Huaishi to maintain his equipment at any time in hell, or to make preparations according to the situation.

The effect of praying for objects has been revised again, and the time is still the original time, but a wide range that was originally unused has been screened out, and it will be limited to the Hell Development Equipment Manual.

Everything that can be used in hell is there. If you don’t use it in hell, it’s useless to come here. And the quality is much better than ordinary civilian items.

Completely enhanced for hell exploration.

And the most careful part... is on the inside of the shoulder strap - Ms. Chasher's name. The part that was almost invisible due to friction was re-outlined with gold stamping, and the law was used to reinforce and protect it.

Make sure her name never fades.

"It's almost like a medal."

Huai Shi smiled happily, without the slightest hint of displeasure, and hung it on her shoulder solemnly, and finally waved goodbye to the sky.

"thanks."

"oh."

There seemed to be some distant response in the wind, but I couldn't hear it clearly.

Like an illusion.

Two hours later, after taking the time to take care of the last things.

Huai Shi followed Vice Principal Isaac's notice and went to the bottom of the Ivory Tower. The former station was now empty.

There were only a few people sitting on the boxes chatting. After seeing Huai Shi, they waved their hands.

They are the members of the headquarters who will go to hell with Huai Shi this time.

Except for Raymond, a veteran toolman and driver, the rest of the people almost shocked Huaishi.

"Professor Anton?"

Huaishi didn't even have time to say hello to the others and looked at the white-haired scholar: "You're going too?"

"I'm already an old man, so I want to use some of my remaining energy."

The old scholar from the Russian Federation took off his pipe and said hello to Huai Shi. He was still cheerful and talkative: "I will ask you to protect me for the rest of the trip."

Huai Shi instinctively couldn't accept it.

Professor Anton was his first friend and supporter in the college besides Ms. Olivia. Huaishi was able to establish a foothold in the Ivory Tower so quickly because of his help and support.

Although I haven't asked about his age, his granddaughter is older than Huai Shi, and she just got married last year!

It’s okay for old professors not to retire, but to continue working hard in their posts. After all, teaching and educating people all their lives, and their achievements and achievements all over the world may be a bit exaggerated, but it will always be no problem to cover most of the current situation.

In case something goes wrong.

"Relax, Huai Shi. It's just going to hell. It's not like I haven't been there before. I participated in the design of most of the outposts back then. It's no big deal."

Professor Anton patted him on the shoulder and smiled slightly: "Without me, who will help you drive 'it' back?"

"Since this is your request, I have no objection."

Huai Shi nodded helplessly.

Indeed, Professor Anton is one of the most suitable members. Although it is not as complex as what Vice President Isaac learned, Anton has been immersed in the mechanical field his whole life and has obtained degrees in almost all internal disciplines. It can be said that one person is a fully automatic giant mechanical processing factory.

The Nautilus has been in the dust for so many years. Without him for inspection and maintenance, it might not be able to be driven even in Huaishi.

The next two are also acquaintances of Huai Shi.

"Long time no see, Mr. Foster, Mr. Gregory." Huaishi stroked her chest and saluted. Except for Raymond, they were all elders here, so he didn't dare to put on any airs.

Foster is the chief engineer from the Iron Crystal Seat. He was specially transferred from the Grand Master for this mission.

A senior fourth-level ascendant, he possesses terrifying combat power that can intimidate great Asuras. He also has the richest experience in hell exploration and survival among those present.

Now that the Iron Crystal Seat has been completely connected to the Heavenly Prison Fortress, it does not have the ability to sail independently at all, and the Grand Master cannot spare time. Otherwise, they would simply go over with one submarine and come back with two submarines.

As the person in charge of the electromechanical and power equipment of the Ferrocrystal for many years, Foster’s arrangement could not have been more appropriate.

The iron crystal base was recreated by Mikhail based on the prototype records given by Russell. It is limited by physical resources and is very different. It can only exist as a mobile research center, but the internal structure and general operation methods are the same. It is familiar. It won't be any difficult to get up.

The old cowboy holding a cigarette in his mouth gestured to Huai Shi and said hello, "I will follow your orders from now on."

As for the final Gregory.

This is the alchemist who was herding sheep in the Russian-Union wilderness during the road trip with Russell not long ago... He was still wearing a leather robe, his hair was messy, and his melon seeds were knocked on the ground, but there were no stupid sheep around. The one next to me bleated.

The moment she saw him, Huai Shi subconsciously lifted her pants, feeling a huge psychological shadow.

After being exposed to it for less than half an hour, all the modern technological equipment in his body was scrapped, and even the chemical fibers in his pants were directly dissociated, turning him into a primitive man.

It should be said that it is a return to the most ancient times.

The essence of primitive spells is the oldest prototype of alchemy, the most exaggerated destructive power, and the secret ritual closest to the essence of the gods.

At the same time, the more profound this type of alchemy is studied, the further the alchemist's physique will be traced back to the human state of the legendary Golden Age.

While carrying many miracles in the flesh, it will also reject and suppress all non-alchemical products. The final effect was that as long as he was around him, all modern achievements would quickly become ineffective, including pants.

It is simply a mobile civilization EMP.

And the key point is that this state has a terrifyingly high priority in both the present world and hell, and there is no way to suppress it by any means.

It's outrageous that he can appear here!