"Hm? Are you talking about this? "
Huai Shi reached out and seemed to take something out of his pocket.
Raymond's eyes reddened and tears almost flowed out. It wasn't because he was scared, but because it stung his eyes. The built-in mirror in his pupils was already overheating.
In Huai Shi's hand were two magazines.
Inside the crystal-like magazine were two rows of bullets. It seemed to be made of some kind of metal, but it didn't have the reflective luster of metal.
Instead, it was completely dark, sucking in all the light.
Was that solid? Liquid? Or was it just a wisp of mist? Or did it really have a solid body?
The moment he saw it, he could feel his soul being pulled in.
"Void Return?" Raymond lost his voice. "You're so ruthless? To take your own … Wait, don't tell me it's Lu Baiyan's thing? "
"More or less."
After Huai Shi tossed it a few times and satisfied his low-level desire to show off, he sealed it again and threw it into his pocket.
Wasting was shameful, but making the best use of everything was the right way to run a household.
Moreover, would it be a waste to kill such a big Great Si Ming?
He had to warm it up a little.
The main raw material came from the Origin Crystal extracted from Lu Baiyan's soul by Yang Sheng Forging.
Great Si Ming's Yang Sheng refined Great Si Ming, which was the most extravagant Matryoshka Doll in the history of the Path of Astronomy. What Great Si Ming obtained was a strange existence that looked like an ink block after gathering all of Lu Baiyan's resentment and solidifying all of Great Si Ming's distortions.
Under the support of the Sealing Hand, the Alchemy Fire, and the Forging Furnace, all of the energy was extracted and not a single bit was wasted. Even the screams and pain before death were perfectly preserved in the Sealing Hand.
The ink stick contained all of Lu Baiyan's souls and the skills of an Abyss Painter. Apart from Great Si Ming's innate ability to deal damage to the creatures of Hell, it was also incredibly corrosive. Huai Shi used some of the ink stick to draw a few lines on the ground. The depth of the space around it began to destabilize, and the places that the ink came into contact with were quickly assimilated by Origin Substances.
If Huai Shi was an Abyss Painter, he would definitely be able to use this even more perfectly. Unfortunately, he was just a broken zither player.
He cut one-fifth of it and divided it into two sections. One section was given to Little Nineteen as a curse vessel, and the other end was given to the abyss painter in the school's oil painting department.
The rest were all refined into bullets by Huai Shi using the Casting Technique.
Using the casting furnace below Danbo Smelting, it took a full half a month to completely take shape. What he obtained was the eleven Calamity Crystals that were comparable to the Directorate of Command's numbered spell bombs.
Take from hell, use from hell.
It would be best if he could return it to the traitors of Golden Dawn.
"Put such a dangerous thing in your bag!" Raymond glanced at him and realized something was wrong, "Wait, where's your bag?"
Huai Shi's saddle bag, which he usually carried when he went out, was not with him today?
"It was taken by Mr. Sharma. He said that he wanted to maintain and modify it."
Although Huai Shi used the word 'said', in fact, there were two sudden knocks on the door yesterday, and a note was pasted on the door, asking him to take it out and put it on the ground. After that, the item disappeared with a swipe.
No one looked at it.
There was no problem in handing it over to him. Although this backpack from Ms. Chachel was a gift from the creatures of Hell, the transformation was originally completed by him and other alchemists. After using it for so long, it really should be taken care of again.
Moreover, for a Sublimator like Huai Shi who had maxed out his survival status, the effect of praying once every half a month was not very effective after passing the puberty period. Now that there was a Creator who was willing to renovate it for him, it couldn't be better.
"But he said that he would give it to me today. I don't even know where to find him …"
Before Huai Shi could finish the word 'take' from his mouth, his neck suddenly sank.
Without any warning, a bag hung on it!
After a long period of sluggishness, Raymond and he looked at each other in astonishment. "How did he do this?"
"Wait, let me see."
Huai Shi took out his phone and used his authority to connect to the framework of the Ivory Tower and began to search for information on the interior of the tower. In the end, he played the video at 200 times the speed, but still couldn't see any signs.
It wasn't until Huai Shi adjusted the magnification to 800 and looked at the video frame by frame that he saw a blurry figure.
And there were only two frames!
In one frame, he slowed down, one hand pressing down on his headscarf, and the other hanging the bag around Huai Shi's neck. In the other frame, he turned around, pressed down on his headscarf, and assumed a sprinting posture!
And then, there was nothing …
It could only be said that the Creator could really do whatever he wanted.
He came at the speed of light and left at the speed of light.
Seeing this, Huai Shi began to doubt his life. You have to use your own framework to partially accelerate time just to deliver something. Just how unwilling are you to talk to others!
I'm willing to call you the strongest autism!
Huai Shi cursed in his heart, but he still raised his head and waved at the sky to express his gratitude.
It had to be said that Sharma really put in a lot of effort. After all, it was a relic of his ecology teacher back then, and he didn't do it half-heartedly.
Now, it looked as if he had taken a cotton swab and dipped it in maintenance oil and cleaned it inside and out several times. It was spotless and looked brand new. He even repaired the parts of the skin that had fallen off. There was no flaw at all.
If it weren't for the weight and feel of it as usual, he wouldn't have recognized it.
Moreover, there was a 200-page thick instruction manual stuffed in the outer bag!
Huai Shi took it and patted it in his hand. The Book of Destiny automatically read it. Excluding some unimportant information, there were a total of two changes.
One was the internal space expansion and weight reduction, expanding to 20 cubic meters, but the usable space didn't change at all. This was because Sharma had stuffed a set of simple alchemy arrays and external equipment for the casting furnace into the remaining space. It was convenient for Huai Shi to maintain his equipment at any time in hell, or make preparations according to the situation.
The effect of the prayer item had been revised. The time was still the original time, but after sifting through a wide range that was originally not used at all, it was limited to the Hell Exploration Equipment Manual.
Everything that could be used in hell was there. Things that couldn't be used in hell were also useless. And the quality was much better than ordinary civilian goods.
It was completely strengthened for the exploration of hell.
And the most attentive part … was the inside of the shoulder strap — Ms. Chachel's name. The part that was originally almost invisible due to the friction was re-outlined with gold stamping, and it was also reinforced and protected by law.
It ensured that her name would never fade.
"This is just like a medal."
Huai Shi beamed with joy, without the slightest displeasure. He solemnly hung it on his shoulder and finally waved goodbye to the sky.
"Thank you."
"Oh."
There seemed to be a distant response in the wind, but it was not clear.
It was like an illusion.
.
.
Two hours later, after seizing the time to deal with the last things.
Huai Shi followed the instructions of Vice Principal Isaac and went to the bottom floor of the Ivory Tower. The former station was now empty.
Only a few people sitting on boxes were chatting. When they saw Huai Shi, they waved their hands.
They were the members of the headquarters who went to hell with Huai Shi this time.
Except for Raymond, the veteran tool and driver, the rest of them made Huai Shi's eyes almost pop out.
"Professor Anton?"
Huai Shi did not even have time to greet the others. He looked at the white-haired scholar, "You're going too?"
"I'm already a bag of old bones. I want to warm up a little."
The old scholar from the Russian Federation took off his pipe and greeted Huai Shi. As cheerful and talkative as ever, he said, "I'll be counting on you to protect me from now on."
Huai Shi instinctively could not accept it.
Professor Anton was his first friend and supporter in the academy, other than Ms. Olivia. Huai Shi was able to establish himself in the Ivory Tower so quickly because of his help and support.
Although he did not know his age, his granddaughter was older than Huai Shi. She had just gotten married last year!
The old professor did not retire and continued to work hard in his position. After all, teaching and educating people all over the world might be a bit of an exaggeration, but it was not a problem to cover half of the present world.
What if something went 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 will not object."
Huai Shi nodded helplessly.
Indeed, Professor Anton was one of the most suitable members. Although he was not as diverse as Vice Principal Isaac, Anton had been immersed in the field of machinery all his life. He had obtained almost all the degrees in the internal discipline. It could be said that he was a fully automated giant mechanical processing plant.
The Nautilus had been sealed for so many years. Without his maintenance and repair, Huai Shi might not be able to drive it.
The next two were also Huai Shi's acquaintances.
"Long time no see, Mr. Forster, Mr. Gregory." Huai Shi placed his hand on his chest and bowed. Other than Raymond, everyone here was an elder. He did not dare to put on any airs.
Forster was the chief engineer of the Iron Crystal Constellation. He was specially transferred from the grandmaster for this mission.
He was an experienced Tier 4 Sublimator. He had terrifying combat power that could intimidate the Great Asura. At the same time, he had the most experience in exploring and surviving in hell.
Now that the Iron Crystal Constellation was completely connected to the Sky Fortress, it did not have the ability to sail independently. The grandmaster could not find the time. Otherwise, they would have just sent one submarine and two submarines back.
As the person in charge of the Iron Crystal Constellation's electrical and power equipment for so many years, Forster's arrangement could not be more appropriate.
The Iron Crystal Constellation was recreated by Mikhail based on the prototype records given by Russell. It was limited by material resources, and there were many differences. It could only exist as a mobile research center. However, the internal structure and general operation were similar, and there was no difficulty in familiarizing with it.
The old cowboy with a cigarette in his mouth gestured to Huai Shi and greeted him, "We'll listen to your orders from now on."
As for the last one, Gregory.
This was the alchemist who herded sheep in the wilderness of the Russian Federation 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 all over the ground. However, the herd of silly sheep was no longer bleating beside him.
The moment Huai Shi saw him, he subconsciously pulled up his pants. The psychological trauma was huge.
At that time, he only came into contact with him for less than half an hour, and all the modern technological equipment on his body was completely scrapped. Even the chemical fiber of his pants was directly disintegrated, and he became a primitive man.
It should be said that he returned to the most ancient era.
The essence of the Chaos Curse was the most ancient prototype of alchemy. It had the most exaggerated destructive power and was the closest to the essence of the gods.
At the same time, the more profound the study of this type of alchemy was, the more the body of the alchemist would be traced back to the legendary human state of the Golden Age.
While bearing many miracles with the body, it would also reject and suppress all non-alchemy products. The final effect was that as long as he was around, all modern achievements would rapidly become ineffective, including pants.
He was simply a mobile civilization EMP.
And the key was that this state had a high priority in the present and hell. There was no way to suppress it.
It was ridiculous that he could appear here!
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