Chapter 605 Deep Well

It would be a lie to say I wasn’t nervous about using the Forger’s technology for the first time.

Fortunately, I have simulated it many times before and I am sure of my own control, so I am not panicking or afraid of losing control.

You must know that after Huai Shi returned to the current situation, the first thing he did was to contact the Continuity Institute and upload all the technologies left by the casters.

He did not regard this as incredible wealth and property.

Whether you are a member of the Astronomical Society or a member of the current situation, while you enjoy so many conveniences, you still have to bear some responsibilities.

The biggest reason for doing this is of course to entrust this technology, which is too advanced and obscure for Huai Shi, to a trustworthy person for identification.

After all, we had once developed disaster technologies such as permanent freezing furnace cores and immortality machines, so there might still be risks of freezing.

Otherwise, if something goes wrong, it would be fine if he died. Huai Shi estimated that once the negative essence and messy things in his body burst out, it would most likely pollute even the Ivory Tower, implicating innocent students. Which goes.

Unexpected disasters must be avoided as much as possible.

Necessary caution is required.

Although the same thing can be troubled by Tong Ji or the Grand Master, this job is really a big project. Just to verify all the possibilities of the casting furnace, I don’t know how long it will take. It is really troublesome. It was too much, and Huai Shi didn't want to speak at all.

In comparison, the Survival Institute has so many manpower and material resources, and it doesn't cost money. Isn't it easier than inconveniencing your own people?

Based on the technology submitted by Huai Shi, the Survival Institute sent specialists to collect information. After that, the review office also organized special teams and groups.

After a week of research, deduction and observation, I finally gave Huai Shi a guaranteed vote.

Don't worry, there won't be any problems.

He even compiled a thick introductory manual for Huaishi, describing the key points that all newbies should pay attention to and the phenomena that they should be wary of. It was given to him from kindergarten to the end of compulsory education.

In short, this thing is a good thing.

You can keep it for yourself, and there is no need to cooperate with us in handing it over or restoring it.

If there is any problem, there is only one.

——Cannot be copied.

All the craftsmanship of the caster relies on the forge as the basis, just like all sublimators must have a soul. But now, after visiting the entire territory several times, there are only two forges left.

One is a sun caster, and the other is a Sophora poet.

The one who casts the sun cannot be caught, and the one on Huai Shi cannot be removed.

It's very difficult to do.

Also, there is no need to copy.

With the technology of the Survival Institute, it is just a copycat. Not to mention this thing, they can even build the eternal freezing furnace heart.

But what's the use?

Purely in terms of cost performance and ease of promotion, it is not cost-effective to restore the power of those who once cast it. What the Forgers can do, scholars and alchemists can do, and at worst there are Footman Sublimators.

The most important thing is that not everyone has the soul ability of 1+1>2 like the Hand of the Entrapment and the Forging Furnace, and not everyone has the fire of alchemy.

Therefore, apart from being used as an important technical record for backup and as a reference in some fields, there is no significance in vigorously promoting and replicating it.

However, the Shikai Society was very interested and bought two copies and went back to study them, and finally got Huai Shi to open one.

All the precious materials needed for the forging of the secret ritual this time were bought with the money from the Stone Cauldron Society, and the rest...all went to a place where Huai Shi could never find them again.

I didn't expect that black-hearted woman to move so quickly.

Huaishi felt a twinge of pain in her heart when she thought about it.

The road is one foot high, the crow is one foot high...

In short, that’s it, the horse in the east market, the saddle and saddle in the west market, the bridle in the south market, the whip in the north... The introductory manuals obtained from the Survival Institute, the materials and secret rituals obtained from the Stone Cauldron Institute, and even from Design drawings obtained from the great master.

After much fiddling around, I finally got a set of things.

The casting of this moment began.

The fire of the furnace ignited from the gap between the right arm and spread, spreading, followed by the billowing darkness, covering everything.

For the material formed from this pure negative source, the most suitable auxiliary tool is the miracle that is integrated with Huai Shi's soul - the Bone Burial Sanctuary.

Start the furnace.

The source of the essence was instilled, and then the alchemical fire was ignited!

And then... dissociation begins!

Huaishi's five fingers contracted slightly, taking off the shackles sealed by the sun caster.

From that moment, the violent despair ushered in the collapse of the material form, cracked inch by inch, and rapidly expanded, forming an explosion-like frenzy, swallowing everything!

The blockade is wailing, and even the artificial depth cannot make this huge despair return to its original form.

On the contrary, the pale flames from heaven only fueled the power of despair, making the silent darkness begin to boil. When the chain reaction is triggered, this out-of-control force begins to transform like a roller coaster along the established track, rushing towards the end.

What Huaishi has to do is to guide this despair and complete the final qualitative change.

It will not destroy everything in front of you when it derails.

"There's still one last step to go -"

At this moment, in the secret ceremony, the burning flag in Huai Shi's left hand reappeared and stabbed down.

Completely swallowing all this despair into the eternal darkness.

The time of rebirth has arrived!

The cold light illuminated the color of steel.

Among the huge closed underground facilities, there are only a layer of heavy defenses and various blockades from border relics, as well as 24-hour uninterrupted surveillance and observation by the Ascendants.

Under the cover of countless matrices, there is only a huge gap in the center of the hall.

That's a well.

A huge deep well that is as big as a lake.

Looking down from the high-altitude observation deck, you can see the unreasonable and terrifying size of the deep well, as well as everything sleeping in the water of the well.

In the quiet well water, the outline and reflection of the incomplete city emerged.

It was as if everything was submerged under the water, frozen from the sinking, and together with the terrifying things inside, ushered in a peaceful sleep.

Until the day of awakening comes.

The water in the well evaporates, and past sins and deaths rise from the darkness, shrouding everything in destruction.

"The old campus."

Russell sighed softly: "No matter how many times I see it, I will feel sad... The cradle that we were once proud of, the cornerstone laid by idealists, has now become like this."

"After the fall of the Kingdom of Heaven, it is already very difficult for the ivory tower that serves as the foundation to survive, so there is no need to say anything about winning Long Wang Shu."

Beside him, a slender and vague outline emerged, with a soft tone: "You are not regretting anything, you just want to go back to the past."

"That's what happens when you get old."

Russell scratched his head: "I miss everything about my youth, I miss myself at that time...don't you think so?"

He was answered with a meaningful look.

"Don't ask questions about a lady's age. It's outrageous. Don't you think so, Russell?"

"Ahaha, just curious, just curious."

Ignoring the terrifying experience of just brushing against death, Russell laughed: "Sorry, it has become a habit to rely on one's old age and always forget the target."

"With your condition, you can live for at least another three hundred years, Russell. For a fifth-level person, you are still in your prime."

"But for ordinary people, it's already the age of retirement."

Russell leaned on his cane and couldn't help but sigh: "I've been having a dream lately. I dreamed that after I got rid of all the burdens, I led the young girls to run on the beach and play with each other with water guns. How happy I am. Wake up Later, when I think about it, I can’t help crying, and I feel like my years have been wasted.”

"are you married?"

"Huh?" Russell didn't expect this question. He was stunned for a long time and shook his head: "No, I can't find the right one."

"Is there an illegitimate child?"

"Ah, this doesn't seem to exist either."

"Do you have anyone you love?"

"Perhaps it has happened before..."

Russell thought for a while, took off his top hat, scratched his pale long hair, and couldn't help but sigh: "But they are all dead. Whether they are those I love or those who love me, they have become the past, or , just sinking into hell."

Then, the soft voice became sympathetic.

"That's why there is hatred, Russell." She said: "Toward the Kingdom of Heaven, and to myself."

Russell said nothing.

"What you love is not youth, what you want is not carefree running on the beach with girls, and what you desire is not an heir who can carry the burden for you."

Those cold eyes looked at the man and told him the answer: "You just want to get it all back."

Russell looked back at those eyes.

For a long time, he laughed softly.

Nothing more was said.

There was only the sound of the deep well under my feet gradually spreading, the water in the well was boiling, and something was rising rapidly. Beneath the water, the silent city was shaking, roaring from the nightmare.

A pair of pupils opened and then closed slowly.

At the end, a embarrassed figure crawled out of it with difficulty, pulling on the broken life-saving chain, and stepped forward step by step.

In his arms, a copper bottle depicting various totems of demons was shaking violently. .

The things sealed inside were struggling violently.

Through the blockade of the relics, the things bound within were violently colliding, trying to break through the shackles, but they were unable to do anything - this was a cage carefully prepared for it.

In the deep well, the boiling water gradually subsided, and everything returned to deathly silence.

It wasn't until that moment that all the people present finally breathed a sigh of relief and rushed forward to start emergency rescue.

On the high platform, Russell withdrew his gaze.

"Thanks to your help, ma'am."

The old man looked at the shadow beside him, "[Supreme Terminal], the recovery is complete. With the axis of the once 'Utopia Host', the final problem of the Hell Fortress has finally been solved."

"It's just a map and a few keys. It's easy to talk about."

The figure waved indifferently and turned around to leave.

Russell was stunned, "Are you leaving now?"

"Otherwise? You can handle the rest by yourselves, right?" The phantom turned back and said seriously: "The next step is crucial family time."

"Um?"

"Today is the first casting of my silly boy. It's as important an occasion as the school's parent-teacher conference. How could I be late!"