Blood fever.
That was what the alchemists called this symptom.
It was a chain reaction caused by the precipitation of hell and abyss essence in the body. Over the years of contact with miracles and disasters, it was the alchemy poison that seeped into the body bit by bit.
Overly large miracles and disasters were dependent on it. Once it entered the agitated stage, the source substance would quickly split, interfere with the body, and produce a terrifying high temperature.
This was the love from the Molten Fire.
The sick alchemist would instead be proud of it.
If one did not go too far on this path, if one could not forge the purest miracles and disasters, it was absolutely impossible to have such deep karma.
This was not a symptom that could not be suppressed and alleviated.
It was even more so for Garland Eon.
It was just that the timing was not right, at such an awkward juncture.
He could neither exchange blood nor cool it down with the silver cellar. In the environment on the surface of the moon, Garland Eon could only barely restrain himself. Through dialysis, the high heat in the body was dissipated at the fastest speed, and then injected with medicine to freeze and cool this high heat in a physical way.
When the old man got up from the melting chair half an hour later, there was no longer any burning breath on his body.
Instead, it emitted a bone-piercing chill.
His eyes turned into a frozen pure white.
When the door was pushed open, the noisy alchemists in the lounge finally calmed down.
In a literal sense, they quieted down in the cold.
The chill was pressing.
Among the anxious alchemists, someone said, "Great Master, we must set off immediately. If we delay any longer, we don't know what will happen."
Garland Eon held his cane and walked forward slowly. He just said indifferently, "There are still people who haven't arrived."
"Isn't everyone here?"
A red-haired alchemist stood up and retorted, "How long are we going to delay? Just to wait for a latecomer? "
Ragnar Svaldsen, the alchemist of the legendary Roman workshop [Silver Monument].
This bearded middle-aged man had red hair in the literal sense of the word. It was bright red like fire, and there were strands of scarlet flowing through his hair.
What was more surprising was his one eye.
After losing his left eye, his right eye became strange and frightening. His pupils moved around in his eye socket without any pattern, cold and indifferent.
Everything was revealed under the reflection of that eye.
Including Grand Master Garland in front of him.
In his eyes, the old man was like a solemn skeleton bathed in lava. He wore a triple crown on his head and held a three-pronged helical scepter in his hand. He was both majestic and hideous.
That was Garland's true form after discarding his weak appearance, the form of miracles and calamities created by himself.
Eye of Truth.
This was a technique unique to the Nordic lineage, imitating the ritual carried out by the great god Odin, who was once omniscient. He hung upside down in hell for seven days and nights, offering one of his eyes and all of his vision to the abyss to obtain the mutated perception.
This was also a secret method in alchemy, but sacrifices would not always be rewarded. There were very few who could succeed.
It was also the reason why he dared to question the Great Grandmaster.
He was not far from that boundary …
"It's not time to go yet, Ragnar." Garland looked at him calmly. "It is my duty to send every invited alchemist to Helios."
"An executioner of the Astronomical Society? Danbo's hero? Ha, what has he done in alchemy! " Ragnar sneered. "If you need brainless thugs, aren't there enough of them here?"
"Ragnar, watch your words!"
A hoarse voice sounded, like iron scraping against each other. It was so sharp that it stung people's eardrums.
In front of the window in the corner, a burly man leaning on a long scepter turned his head. He was not dressed like the other alchemists here, but wore a leather jacket and jeans that had weathered the vicissitudes of life, with a hunting knife at his waist.
A cold light burst out from his eyes, and an out-and-out murderous intent emerged.
He warned word by word, "There is a limit to a man's patience."
It was Valery Ugarov, the Master of Metal of the Russian Federation, who had become enemies with Ragnar ten years ago.
Ragnar grinned and was about to retort, but Garland suddenly took a step forward and looked at him with his pale eyes. The coldness made his smile stiffen for a moment.
Soon after, gloating laughter rang out from the crowd.
"— He won't be able to come!"
It was Rachel.
The alchemist holding the silver mirror grinned and mocked indifferently, "Arrogant guy, he's simply digging his own grave!"
Under the prying of the silver mirror, the fluctuations of the source substance hundreds of kilometers away were projected, and the violent changes made everyone present shudder.
No one knew what kind of fierce battle could cause such aftermath.
Next to him, the young man smoking a cigar frowned slightly but did not speak.
But then, his movements stagnated, and his expression suddenly changed. His whole body slid down from the sofa as if he had been smeared with oil. He almost turned into an afterimage and instantly appeared behind Garland.
Everyone was instantly alert. "Izzy, what the hell are you doing!"
But before they could react, Garland's scepter suddenly fell to the ground. In a low voice, a complicated alchemy ritual emerged from the scepter.
A brilliant glow emerged from the scepter, illuminating everyone's eyes.
It was the most famous and widely known achievement in alchemy — Midas Touch!
In the blink of an eye, a dazzling golden light spread out, almost enveloping the entire lounge.
But what was faster than it was the flames of the explosion.
It was simply an accident that happened once in a hundred years.
A small leak from the water circulation system caused water seepage. The low temperature froze the rubber cable and caused a short circuit under the interference of the moisture. Under layers of chain reactions, an open fire appeared in the maintenance room.
A mechanic who was adding fuel was set ablaze.
In the end, it triggered an explosion that swept across half of the base!
The terrifying air pressure and temperature instantly spread from outside the lounge, destroying the walls and pouring into the room. Even the transformed gold could not completely stop the flying debris.
But with the opportunity that Galandon had bought, every alchemist activated the border relics they carried with them. Layers of brilliance, flying metal or cold liquid rolled out, blocking the scorching blast that bore the brunt of the heat.
But the loud sound of the explosion and the whine of the deck breaking mixed together. In the blink of an eye, the outermost deck of the lounge was torn into pieces. The vacuum endlessly sucked the thin air, forming a storm and pulling everyone out of the room along with the flames.
The terrible low temperature, suffocation, and even the change in air pressure struck.
Several alchemists rolled on the ground. Before they could get up, they sprawled in the moon dust, vomiting blood with difficulty.
"The sun is the father, the moon is the mother, the wind gives birth, the earth sustains —"
A low chant echoed in the rapidly thinning air. Then, the symbols of the Four Elements emerged and intertwined.
On the surface of the moon, under the reflection of the sun, the blowing of the wind and the dancing moon dust, alchemy was completed in an instant from Garland's hands.
An invisible blessing spread from beneath his feet, instantly enveloping most of the research base that was burning and exploding, bringing them precious oxygen and protection.
A blessing was bestowed.
Until now, there were still some who did not realize what had happened to them.
Everyone was battered and exhausted. Only Izzi, who had the most agile reaction, was unscathed, and even had a cigar in his mouth.
It was only after he brushed away the ashes that had fallen on his collar that he showed a look of lingering fear.
There were also some who were coughing blood violently under the drastic change in air pressure, even losing consciousness. Because work on the moon was full of danger, there was a comprehensive system of precautions and remedies.
Soon, under the organization of the base's researchers, the search and rescue team began to quickly search for survivors. Several alchemists who had lost consciousness were sent to the temporarily modified operation vehicle for surgery.
The rest of the people also changed into spacesuits. Except for the Grand Master, all were wrapped in thick protective clothing.
Even so, accidents continued to happen.
There was a hole in Ragnar's spacesuit, and Valery's spacesuit was hit by the explosion and released pure oxygen.
If it had not been carefully checked, it would have been completely undiscovered.
The ashen-faced stationmaster repeatedly assured everyone that he had checked it. He had also personally led the routine safety inspection yesterday, and there was no problem at all.
Except for the grumpy Ragnar who was still angrily rebuking, the others' expressions suddenly became gloomy.
There was no doubt that this was a curse.
A calamity-level curse …
A curse for all the alchemists present.
"Sorry, I can't stand it anymore. I quit." A younger alchemist took a few steps back and said with a pale face, "I will pay the price for violating the contract, but I can't stand such an inexplicable thing happening to me."
With that, he took out a relic from the border from his material bag. Although his heart ached, he still gritted his teeth and handed it over.
But Galandon did not accept it.
"The price for violating the contract will be paid by the Stonecauldron Society. It is the Stonecauldron Society's responsibility that this happened." Galandon glanced at him and said solemnly, "But is it okay to transfer your qualification?"
The young man nodded. Soon, Galandon nodded, took the token from his hand, and handed it to a disciple behind him.
The person who quit hurriedly left.
"If anyone else wants to quit, I won't stop them. The conditions are the same as before," Galandon said. "Anyone else? It's almost time for take-off. This is your last chance. "
In the end, a total of four people quit, and these four people's places were replaced by Galandon's disciples.
The number of thirty people was not reduced.
But the atmosphere was visibly gloomy.
Standing on the cold surface of the moon, staring at the flames that kept coming out and extinguishing in the wreckage in front of them, everyone's face was gloomy and uncertain.
Even though they were wrapped in thick spacesuits, they could still feel the deep coldness of outer space seeping into their bones little by little.
It made them want to shiver uncontrollably.
Their breathing was out of balance.
But in this silence, there was an intermittent sound in the channel.
It was mixed with electric current, as if the signal was bad.
It gradually became clear.
So, the broken whistling gradually closed, and a cheerful tune echoed in everyone's ears with the sound of electric current. It was like a mockery from afar, making everyone's face gloomy.
"Who the hell is whistling!" Valery roared furiously. "Can't you shut the f * ck up!"
At this time, to still turn on the public microphone and whistle, it was either brainless or heartless.
But the whistling in the public channel did not stop at all. Instead, it became clearer.
It became more cheerful.
It was full of peace and joy, as if they felt happiness from the bottom of their hearts.
In between the whistling, there were even people singing happily.
"Ding Ding Dong, Ding Ding Dong, Bell Ding Dong ~ How happy we are, we are sitting on the sleigh ~ ~"
In the dead silence, only the sound of singing echoed.
Everyone looked at each other and looked around. Finally, they noticed the figure that was gradually enlarging and appearing on the horizon in the distance.
Countless silver-white moon dust flew up under the impact, as if it had turned into snowflakes, floating in the low-gravity vacuum.
It was so beautiful.
Under the pull of a huge dog-like creature, the rope made of twisted cables was pulled taut, and the rough sleigh rolled forward at an incredible speed.
It was like a train galloping on the surface of the moon!
Loaded with heavy 'gifts', the bright red figure sitting on the front of the sleigh was happily singing.
Just like that, it passed through the silent land that no one had stepped on for thousands of years. It drifted, it sped up, it swung its tail, it rotated twice, and it was so happy that it even drove backwards.
"What … is that?"
Wagner even wanted to lift his mask, rub his eyes, and ask dryly, "Santa Claus?"
In the silence, no one responded.
Everyone was stunned as they witnessed this strange scene that they had never seen in their deepest nightmares.
On the moon, a person wearing a bright red spacesuit was sitting on a simple three-wheeled sleigh, holding the reins, galloping under the pull of a giant dog, and singing loudly.
The dog was even wagging its tongue in the vacuum with a face full of excitement, as if it didn't feel uncomfortable at all. When its saliva fell to the ground, it froze into crystal frost.
When countless flashes of moon dust flew up, it was as if Santa Claus in the wasteland fairy tale had descended here.
Breaking through the heavy snow, he sat on the sleigh, galloping across the fields, laughing and singing.
The laughter was long and drawn-out.
In the end, the sleigh stopped in front of them with a beautiful drift.
"Sorry, am I late?"
The driver jumped down from the sleigh, patted his head, and looked at the Kepler base that was still burning and exploding in front of him, as well as the two rows of figures.
He was stunned for a moment.
It was as if he was flattered.
"Wow, they actually lined up to welcome us? They even prepared a bonfire party? "
Huai · Santa · Shi curiously asked, "Is the Stone Cauldron Society so enthusiastic?"
Silence.
In the long silence, no one responded.
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