Chapter 602 Good News (Tangtang Zhengzheng0’s Leader

Even though it’s hard to breathe, you have to breathe.

And it didn't take long for Huaishi to forget about it, like a silly dog ​​with its head buried in the sand to escape reality.

No need to worry if there are too many lice, no need to worry if there are too many debts.

In his limited life, Huai Shi understood a truth: No matter how scheming humans are to save money, when it’s time to spend it, it will always be spent... If you don’t spend it, others may help you spend it. or never have the chance to spend it again.

Isn't it just money?

Make more money if you lose it...

Already accustomed to the convulsing pain in her heart, Huaishi picked up the teacup with tears in her eyes and drank it all in one gulp.

Then he froze in place.

"How does it feel?"

The purser came up and looked at him expectantly: "I used a new formula this time, the effect should be good, right?"

"...This feels so good!"

Huaishi lowered her head in disbelief and looked at the tea cup in her hand, feeling the wonderful fragrance of tea still lingering around her mouth. The tea he drank in his stomach seemed to rise, bringing about a series of wonderful reactions. He couldn't help but exhale, sweeping away the boredom in his chest, and his body and mind became quiet.

My restless heart quickly calmed down, and I felt a sense of peace.

"How to cook it?" He sipped the tea soup in the cup carefully, "I'll prepare some when I go back."

The chief clerk laughed, with a look of great comfort: "Sure enough, Mr. Huai Shi, you know how to appreciate art best. In this way, I will write down the methods later. Although many of them have to rely on experience to judge, but you If you try more, you can always reach the level of excellence like me."

"Tell me carefully." Huai Shi's eyes lit up and he came over to ask.

Just as the two were exchanging tea-making skills and cooking skills, there was a faint roar above their heads.

At this moment, the Iron Crystal was suspended in the sky, but a dark shadow appeared on the deck of the Iron Crystal, gradually extending forward.

The illusory light source that the Dome Giant transformed into after his death was obscured.

There was an overwhelming swarm of airships roaring past from a higher altitude.

The purser paused for a moment, raised his head, stared at the airship cluster disappearing suddenly, and couldn't help but squint his eyes.

"I have to say, this angry retreating posture is really pleasing to the eye."

With that said, he raised his teacup, said goodbye to the ivy emblem on the airship flagship, and watched the losers leave.

Huai Shi raised her head hard and looked up.

It seemed that they could vaguely see two vague shadows overlooking them at the top of the flagship, but they couldn't see clearly. But there was one outline that was extremely familiar.

"farewell."

He raised his hand and waved it vigorously.

The other party also raised his hand.

The shadow of a middle finger was cast on the deck on the iron crystal base, and finally, a sign of the neck.

——You scumbag, I will kill you within three days and even peel off your skin!

That's probably what it means.

Huai Shi raised his eyebrows, shrugged, watched the shadow of the airship fade away, and looked back.

Keep drinking tea.

Start enjoying your salty life again.

"Speaking of which, there is still good news that I haven't had time to tell you." The chief purser suddenly said: "But after much thought, it would be better to let the person involved come and express his gratitude in person."

"party?"

Huai Shi raised her head in confusion.

When he saw the man who had been waiting for a long time not far away, his eyes widened and he froze in place.

"Look, Huai Shi, it's not like you haven't accomplished anything." The chief clerk raised his eyebrows happily, "In this hell, at least one person was saved because of you..."

"Kandra?" Huai Shi said in disbelief, "You, are you alive?"

"I don't know why I was selected by the records of the Kingdom of Heaven, but I think I'm alive for the time being, right?"

The thing-like spirit once named ‘Kandra’ lowered its head, touched its chest and said thanks, “Thank you for everything you have done, Mr. Huaishi.”

In his hand, a heavy book appeared.

--"Les Miserables".

"is that so?"

In the sudden surprise, Huai Shi laughed.

"It seems that good things sometimes happen in hell!"

"Made any friends yet, Liz?"

Higher in the sky, on the outer deck above the airship's airbag, the old man in the wheelchair turned back and looked at the angry girl beside him.

Liz turned back with a serious expression: "Does anyone in the world call this kind of relationship friends, teacher?"

Michelle sighed: "I think it would be good for you to make more friends. If you always act like a high priest, you will feel lonely sometimes, right?"

"After I peel off his skin and offer it to the Skinner, his entrails to Kukulkan, and his heart and head to the First Sun, I will consider being friends with what's left of him."

Liz replied seriously: "Other than that, I don't think there is any possibility of getting along with that guy on friendly terms. Please take a good rest and recuperate, and stop thinking about it, okay? It's so cold outside, you should go back."

"It's just a bit of wind, what's the big deal?"

Michelle shook her head indifferently, lowered her head, and looked at the steel bracelet on her wrist like a shackle. The small display screen of the bracelet was still glowing with orange light.

It has gradually subsided from the red zone, but it has not returned to the safe green zone.

This is proof of soul pollution.

Signs of solidification.

He knows his own affairs well.

Just like miracles and disasters are often two sides.

As an alchemist, it was impossible for Michel not to know what he was doing.

Going beyond his own limits, recklessly activating the miraculous seal, and running it in hell for such a long time... Before that, he was already well aware of the possible consequences.

The so-called sublimation and solidification are concepts relative to the Silver Sea, terms used to describe and define the state of the soul.

Corresponds to the division of material states in physics - liquid, gas and solid.

If the Silver Sea, which gathers the souls of all mankind and turns into an endless ocean and supports the three major blockades, is in a liquid state, then the sublime who moves alone without the Silver Sea is in a gaseous state. No matter how huge it is, compared to the Silver Sea, it is as small as a wisp of water mist.

On the contrary, those who are pulled down by the gravity of the abyss and sink into hell will become solid.

It's like three different intervals on a status bar.

Unfortunately, there is no possibility of reversal, and its changes are often one-way.

Once the sublimated person breaks away from the Silver Sea, the source matter cannot return to the Silver Sea after death. And once you choose the abyss and solidify it, you can no longer return to its original light 'gaseous state'.

The existence of the sublime is like a barrier between the solid state represented by hell and the liquid state represented by the current situation.

Once unable to resist the erosion of hell, the soul will usher in the assimilation of hell through the dissolution of the stigmata, and finally solidify again.

It's like smashing the original thing and putting it back together again. It's no longer what it used to be.

The price for soul sublimation is to face hell.

A side effect of embracing miracles is that disasters will follow.

The stigmata that represents the 'miracle' and the disaster that represents the 'abyss' come from the same source, but they are expressed in completely different ways.

The sublimated ones are endowed with miracles, while the solidified ones are the disaster itself.

Even if they only appear in the current situation, it will increase the distortion of the entire current situation. Even if they do nothing, they themselves will accelerate the decline of the current situation.

Not to mention, in order to pursue distortion, they will do such crazy things.

This is no longer within the control of subjective will.

Just like the stigmata instinctively pursues miracles and realizes its own destiny, the disaster after solidification will also long for growth.

One is the spread of growth, the other is the devouring of death. These are essential differences.

Any coagulant will be regarded as a cancer cell by the present situation, and regarded as an enemy by the Silver Sea, not to mention hunted down and eradicated by the Astronomical Society, and suppressed by the three major blockades...

Now, even Michelle found it incredible to herself: he was actually still alive, with only some solidified signs and signs remaining, and he had not completely fallen into the abyss.

Apart from the fact that Ivy’s own medical technology is terrifying, I can only say that I am incredibly lucky.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and thanked God for his blessing.

But only Michelle felt that maybe... there was a possibility of shame.

——That bastard Mikhail deliberately kept his hand, and even indirectly interfered with the extent of his erosion. He deliberately chose passive defense and did not give him a chance to cross that fatal boundary.

Don't allow him to degenerate into that ugly state...

Just thinking about the possibility of this, Michelle couldn't help but want to commit suicide in shame.

That guy knew long ago that he would not be grateful to him even if he was alive, but he still made his choice. Compared with this kind of superior compassion and charity, and solidification and death, Michelle really didn't know which one caused her more pain.

In the cold wind at high altitude, the old man in the wheelchair took a deep breath and sighed softly: "Autism or arrogance, which one is more annoying, Liz."

Liz thought for a while and shook her head: "I don't know, it seems very troublesome."

"Yeah, it's very troublesome. I shouldn't have gotten involved with such a person in the first place. It's best to let him go far away and never appear in front of me."

As Michelle spoke, she looked at the disappearing outline of the Iron Crystal Tower in the distance, but couldn't help but laugh at herself.

Suddenly I recalled what happened decades ago.

That is a memory that is still so vivid today.

Under the dim afternoon sun, he saw for the first time the silent young man next to the teacher with his eyes lowered.

The young man lowered his head, pursed his lips slightly, and did not dare to raise his head to look into other people's eyes. His black hair glowed golden under the setting sun.

The teacher said, "His name is Mikhail, the same as your name..."

At that time, when I smiled and extended my hand to express my kindness to the boy, had I ever expected the scene now?

Rather than having a happy memory and then turning against each other in the end, it would be better for both parties to dislike each other from the beginning and not have more contact, right?

He sighed and closed his eyes melancholy.

The final counterattack of overestimating one's capabilities came to an end.

After all, it failed.

"I'm sorry, teacher." Liz lowered her head, not knowing how to face him: "If at that time I..."

"What does this have to do with you, Liz."

Michelle raised her head and looked at her guilty look: "Do students still need to take responsibility for the teacher's failure? It's too shameful.

Besides, facing such an enemy and such a dazzling hero, who dares to say that he is sure of victory? "

Liz said nothing.

"Keep your head up, Lizzie."

Michelle stretched out her hand and patted her shoulder: "It's just a loss, don't take it to heart... The teacher lost a game, why do even the students become dejected?"

He said: "Let's go back, it's too windy outside."

Liz nodded, pushed up her wheelchair, and walked towards the opened door.

In her sleepiness, Michelle heard the words of the girl behind her.

"Please leave whatever the teacher has not finished to me."

In the silence, Liz promised softly: "I will win and keep winning - until everyone knows that Liz Hetmock's teacher is Michelle."

Michelle was stunned for a long time.

"OK."

He smiled and nodded seriously, "If the teacher can't do it, it's all your fault."

This is the agreement between master and disciple.

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"No need to disturb them, we will handle the rest."

In the cabin, Pan Delong looked at the scene on the surveillance camera. After a long time, he withdrew his gaze and looked up in front of him.

Behind a layer of transparent separation walls, in front of the scholars and alchemists coming and going, there was a wreckage suspended by countless devices - a huge creation like a dormant chamber.

That is Ivy's only trophy, the last remnants of the Forever Heart.

One of the disasters left by the casters in the past.

——Eternal life machine!

"Second prize."

The old man sighed softly: "Although I didn't get the eternally frozen furnace heart, with this thing, the construction period of the 'Solar Calendar Stone' can at least be shortened."

With the final injection of the seal, a torrent of liquid source material was poured into the isolation warehouse, rapidly transforming and freezing, completely sealing this precious disaster sample.

The immortal machine has been saved.

"let's go."

Pandelon withdrew his gaze, turned and walked towards the bridge.

Not long after, amid the roar, a huge wind tunnel opened at the end of hell.

The mighty airship cluster left just like that, no longer lingering.

"have they gone?"

On the bridge of the Iron Crystal Seat, the Grand Master waved his hand indifferently and switched the projection on the large screen. Then a huge blueprint emerged from the transmission, almost occupying the entire bridge.

But even with such a huge scale, it is still impossible to clearly show all the details, and can only barely show some of its outlines.

"The scale of the project is much larger than expected." The grand master frowned: "I'm afraid it won't be completed successfully just relying on the iron crystal pedestal."

"Of course it's not just you. I have already used the dragon-calling flute to transmit the signal. In about half a month, the 'Red Deer' and the 'Gray Stork' will report."

Russell said: "Except for White Dove's other missions, the four campuses in the abyss will obey your command. All the power of the Ivory Tower in hell is entrusted to your hands, Mikhail."

"It's still not enough." The Grand Master shook his head.

"After all, it's no longer the time when the Utopia was still there and a big family could squander it casually. You have to learn to be frugal." Russell sighed: "Our conditions are limited, so you have to be frugal...Besides, the entire mechanized hell is full of energy. It’s ready-made, right in front of you, doesn’t this take away the most arduous work?”

"Do you think alchemy is building a house?"

Mikhail glared angrily: "Even the hell that has completed the mechanized transformation cannot be used casually! Recasting the giant of Hades is not that simple! Do you just expect me to make a defective product?"

“What if we settle for the next best thing?”

Russell suddenly asked, "What if we don't rebuild Osiris?"

The Grand Master frowned: "Are you going to play with me on how to change the requirements? Do you want me to redo a few versions of the design for you?"

"No, what I mean is, aren't there two fifth levels of the Eternal Road?"

Russell said: "Osiris is no longer suitable for today's times, Mikhail.

What the Kingdom of Heaven now needs is not war weapons that destroy everything, but a camp that can cultivate health and rest, a temporary home, a retreat, and an existence that can replace the "homeland of nothing". "

Following Russell's words, the design drawing suspended in the bridge suddenly changed.

The giant that originally supported the sky and created Hades disappeared, replaced by a majestic and sacred huge outline. It was also the fifth level of the heavenly genealogy and the eternal road, and it was also a huge miracle like an artificial god...

In the silence, the Grand Master's eyes gradually lit up.

"——Fortress of Hell Horus!"