Ten minutes later, Huai Shi squatted next to the burning base and finally figured out what had happened.
"It exploded?" He couldn't believe it.
"Yes." The base master looked miserable. "It exploded."
"What about your restaurant?" Huai Shi asked anxiously. "The famous restaurant that makes flying pancakes on the moon?"
"It's gone." The base master's expression became more and more sorrowful. "The chef is dead."
Huai Shi was angry.
Is there something wrong with your lousy tour group?
Kepler Base was gone before they even saw it. Such a big base, with the ten famous restaurants on the moon, blew up just like that?
Wasn't there nothing wrong when they came?
Weren't the space shuttle and Mithra Space Station fine? Why did it change as soon as they entered the orbit of the moon?
Sitting in the airborne capsule, they ran into a meteor shower.
It wasn't easy to make it in time for landing, but Kepler Base was gone?
More importantly, how was he going to explain it to the dog?!
How was he going to explain it to the dog? Sorry, the restaurant is gone? The flying pancakes are gone? Did you pull the sleigh in vain?
I think you don't want to live anymore …
Huai Shi covered her face with her mask as she felt the pain of her future.
The dog beside the sled was already impatient from waiting for the flying biscuits that Huai Shi had promised. It was grinding its teeth against the frame of the sled. In the vacuum, there was no sound of grinding, only sparks could be seen flying.
It illuminated the bodies piled up behind the sleigh.
It was extremely horrifying.
This was the gift 'Santa Claus' brought.
The bodies of the attackers they encountered on the way.
Unfortunately, every face frozen in the extreme cold was exactly the same, without any difference.
After the alchemists finished their inspection, they all fell silent.
All of them were artificial humans …
And they were the most common version, the most common type of production method, and there was no clue to trace them at all.
And on Huai Shi's shoulder, the unnoticed Crow's phantom looked at everyone's appearance and gradually showed a meaningful smile.
"Aha, it's getting interesting."
Tongi laughed softly. "This curse is too innovative, so that's how it is …"
"Curse?" Huai Shi asked.
"That's right. Don't you understand, idiot?" Tongi said, "Everyone here, or to be exact, everyone who went to the Helios workshop has been 'cursed'."
Huai Shi was stunned for a moment and frowned, sensing that something was wrong.
Logically speaking, he should be very sensitive to such things as a negative energy rocket. Moreover, every curse that fell on him would basically be repelled by his divinity, and he even had an additional Destruction Elemental Derivative in his body. While it was inauspicious, it could be said that his life was getting tougher, and what horoscope could counter him?
Moreover, don't forget about the Book of Destiny …
Have you ever heard of a tenfold rebound?
Those who did so would only die a horrible death.
Also, why hadn't he noticed anything?
"It's very simple, Huai Shi. The curse is just its form and result. It's simply ingenious. Hahaha. No, it should be said that in order to achieve the means, it doesn't care about the purpose. In the end, it uses anti-aircraft guns to kill mosquitoes, right?"
Tongi understood it all after observing all the alchemists.
Because the main body of its effect was not a single individual.
Instead, it was everything they saw.
To put it simply, it was the entire surface of the moon … all the way up to the orbital layer!
Someone had secretly set up a secret apparatus so large that it could cover the entire moon!
Everyone who entered it … No, to avoid triggering more symptoms if the scope was too large, and to conserve power, the host of the secret apparatus had narrowed the targeted area.
It was just targeted at 'all alchemists'.
Everyone who held the beacon of the Helios workshop!
Due to the sheer size of the arcanum, the power distributed to every part of the arcanum grew thinner. Moreover, separated by a thick spacesuit, every Alchemist did not notice the tiny signs that wrapped around them.
None of them noticed the malice the 'moon' had towards them!
That was why Tongi lamented that it was like using anti-aircraft guns to kill mosquitoes.
'If the mountain doesn't come, I'll go.'
'If there's no way to make the sun revolve around the earth, wouldn't it be the same if the earth revolves around the sun?'
Instead of having people step into the pit, the pit was moved to their feet.
With such mastery and ability, it was almost possible to affect the moon's operation, while it merely pushed the environment to the opposite side of everyone.
Instead of dealing with fate itself, it subtly manipulated probability to shift everything to the side of misfortune.
It was as if a miracle had been turned into a calamity.
Every stroke of luck would be turned into an equal amount of misfortune before it happened, and an equal amount of misfortune would stack with an equal amount of misfortune …
Nothing good would happen, and accidents would happen frequently.
It was not as simple as spending a few thousand dollars to draw a five-star character from a card pool.
In this airless vacuum, on the surface of the moon that was filled with terrible cold, there was only death if any accident happened!
But with such an ability, sending those Androids to attack the Alchemists was a little too superfluous. It was really puzzling.
But now, although it was a little late … everyone had finally noticed the malice.
Who was the one who created such a strange disaster?
The moment he understood, Ragnar seemed to have thought of something. He suddenly raised his one eye and looked coldly at Rachel.
Behind the helmet, Rachel's expression could not help but twitch.
"You … Why are you looking at me …"
"Because I have a question for you, Rachel." Ragnar took a step forward and asked, "Where did you go before you came to Kepler Base?"
Rachel was taken aback, and then immediately became angry. "I, I didn't go anywhere, why are you asking this!"
"Didn't go anywhere, ha! I took the Egyptian space station to the moon's central hub at the same time as you, but why did you come a day later than me? "
Ragnar pressed on step by step, looking down at the 'old friend' in front of him through the mask. "Where did you go?"
"I didn't go anywhere, I was stuck in a traffic jam!"
Rachel retorted with his eyes wide open. "Why should I tell you where I went?"
"Ha, I can guess even if you don't tell me … Just half an hour before you arrived, something suddenly happened in the Dark Side Prison. Do you think there's something to do with it?"
Ragnar sneered, a cold light shooting out of his one eye.
His palm pressed against his waist, ready to strike. "Don't try to quibble, Rachel. The alchemy array of the Dark Side Prison was made by our workshop, and I can see the residual disaster stain on you at a glance!
You must have been in the Dark Side Prison recently! "
"I …" Rachel's voice became sharp. "It has nothing to do with you!"
"Then why are you lying?" Ragnar raised his voice and asked sternly, "What are you hiding with this secretive attitude?"
He paused and asked word by word, "What does the death of Grandmaster Publius have to do with you?!"
As soon as he said this, everyone froze in place.
They looked at each other.
Publius Augustus.
The Grandmaster who rose to prominence eighty years ago, the 'Silver Staff Wielder', the 'Man of Fission', the 'Wanderer', the 'Explorer of the Seventh Creation', an existence who stood at the peak of Source Materials …
He actually died so abruptly?
It was unbelievable.
Even Rachel stiffened.
He stared blankly at the person in front of him …
He couldn't believe his words.
"He … he's dead?" He staggered back a step and immediately screamed crazily, "It has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me, I just … I just …"
"… He was just accompanying me, Ragnar."
An old voice sounded.
It was Galander.
The old man calmly explained, "As an apothecary under the orders of the Stonecauldron Society, Mr. Rachel accompanied me to check on Publius's physical condition before we set off.
This was a secret mission, and he was forbidden to speak of it to anyone. Are you satisfied with this answer? "
Ragnar fell into silence.
It was as if he couldn't understand why another Grandmaster would be involved in Publius's death.
He thought darkly …
Perhaps Publius's death was Galander's doing?
Or perhaps the Stonecauldron Society was happy to see this happen!
When he thought of Publius's numerous unique technologies and patents, everything seemed to be explainable …
But the water behind this was a bit too deep.
What he had originally thought to be a deep pool had turned into a pitch-black and tyrannical ocean, and he no longer dared to look into it.
And Galander didn't doubt how Ragnar knew about Publius's death.
After all, the base of the alchemy array of the Shadowside Prison was made and maintained by the workshop he was in, the [Silver Stele]. Such a big thing had happened, and he was on the Moon … Logically and emotionally, his senior apprentice brother would have informed him as soon as possible.
"I know what you want to ask, Ragnar, and I can answer you: although I don't know the origin of this curse, I can conclude that it has nothing to do with Publius's death."
Galandeon then revealed another great secret. "Oh, my God.
"Although his Alzheimer's was most likely a disguise, as early as fifteen years ago, Publius's soul had already begun to gradually wither, and his source substance had decayed … All that was left was a skeleton.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have died so tragically in the process of breaking out of prison. "
Amidst everyone's silence, Galander finally said, "The current state of his death is still sealed.
Before the results of the investigation are out, we can't announce it to the public, and I hope you won't spread it. "
Ragnar bowed his head and didn't speak again.
On the side, Huai Shi, who had dug out the kitchen refrigerator from the ruins with great difficulty and was feeding the dog vacuum pancakes, raised his head in confusion.
He felt that he had missed an earth-shattering melon.
What are you talking about?
.
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Just like that, ten minutes later, the chicken finally finished the rice, the fire burned through the lock, and the dog finished the pancakes …
After many twists and turns, at the predetermined time, place, and alchemists were finally about to embark on the final journey.
Toward their final destination — the Helios workshop!
When the search and rescue team cleaned up the ruins of the base and found Ragnar's body, it was already six hours later.
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