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Chapter 772

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He said that he could leave immediately after the transfer was approved, but he still had to explain the research in his department.

After all, a lot of experiments would have to stop while he was away.

Roland couldn't set off until the next day because of the trivial matters.

His virtual cabin was also moved to the plane. The civil aviation didn't want to transport such a big guy at first, but the base was more than willing to talk to them!

It only took Roland half a day to reach a certain aerospace base in the middle of the country.

He was warmly welcomed.

Then, there was a welcome dinner. Someone even helped Roland install the virtual cabin and connect him to a dedicated network.

After a night of rest, Roland was dragged to a huge warehouse early in the morning.

There were custom-made construction materials and parts everywhere.

There were also many unused molds placed on the side.

"Nice to meet you, Comrade Huang." A middle-aged man with a tablet came to him. After shaking hands with Roland, he said, "Our leader has told us about you. Now, can you cooperate with us and do a test on the transformation of raw materials?"

That was exactly why Roland had come here. He nodded. "No problem."

"We've prepared a dozen kinds of mud of different densities, different soil qualities, and different adhesiveness." He raised his hand and waved. Very soon, a worker came with a cart of molds and put them before Roland. "We've prepared three of each kind of mud, for a total of forty-eight. We need enough materials to sample. Thank you."

Then, three people came over and quickly set up a high-speed camera.

Roland raised his eyebrow. It seemed that the guy didn't trust him yet.

Was he afraid that it was fake?

However, when one thought about it, it was normal. What happened to Roland was far too exaggerated. Nobody would believe it unless they saw it with their own eyes.

After all, it was too unconventional.

Also, Roland estimated that these people weren't the only ones watching him. There were several cameras in the warehouse, which were supposed to monitor the inventory to prevent things from being lost, but he reckoned that many leaders in the monitoring room were watching him through the cameras.

Of course, Roland didn't really care about that. He walked to the cart and looked at the yellow muddy water that was stacked together and filled with different shades of mud. He asked, "Can we start now?"

"Yes. Do you need us to help me move them down one by one?" asked the middle-aged man.

Roland shook his head.

He snapped his fingers, and a ball of pale yellow magic power enveloped the molds.

Everyone's eyes almost popped out of their sockets when they saw the sudden appearance of Mana. Some of them even wanted to touch it to make sure that they weren't hallucinating.

The colleague next to him immediately grabbed his hand and shook his head.

Then, the man retreated.

After a dozen or so seconds, the yellow energy ball dissipated.

Roland said, "All right."

The middle-aged manager immediately walked over, picked up a random mold, and smashed it onto the ground with all his might.

It was unknown what material the mold was made of, but it was very brittle. With a single smash, it completely shattered. Then, the components that had solidified into a small stone square pillar fell out.

It was light yellow, and its surface was exceptionally smooth and reflective.

He tried to knock on the ground, and the stone under the square pillar produced a thudding sound.

Very hard.

Then, the middle-aged man hit the ground even harder.

The cement had been smashed into pieces, but the stone pillar in its hand was completely unscathed.

Wiping away the dust from the impact, there was not even a scratch on the stone pillar.

It was obvious that it was durable.

The other people also came over and smashed a few molds. They tested the components in their hands, only to find that they were all shockingly hard.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but say in delight, "Fellow Director Huang, we're going to test its data with these things. Thank you for your trouble."

"It's my pleasure."

Then, the middle-aged manager escorted Roland back to his temporary dormitory. After a few casual words, he left in a hurry.

It wasn't because they wanted to get rid of him, but because they were really interested in the stone pillars.

Because it was a very authoritative and comprehensive test, it would take several days.

During this time, Roland almost stayed in his dormitory.

After all, this was a confidential department, and he couldn't wander around.

A few days later, the test results were out.

They held an emergency meeting, and almost all the bigshots and important researchers in the base were there.

The old man who had borrowed Roland sat on the podium and said, "Most of the test results are out. The data is very gratifying. Almost all the slurry that has been solidified into building materials are much better than the materials we got earlier, especially No. 9 and No. 18, which are mixed with titanium powder. Especially No. 9 and No. 18, which are mixed with titanium powder, their comprehensive data is surprisingly high. The only drawback is their thermal conductivity, which is about 5% higher than the lowest thermal conductivity slate. "

Everybody in the meeting was amused when they heard that.

Those stone slabs had low thermal conductivity in the first place, which was only five percent higher than the lowest. The effect was almost negligible.

"That is to say, those stone slabs and stone bars can completely replace our previous materials," the old man said. "Now, if you're in favor of building the outer wall of the moon base with such materials, please raise your hands."

Everyone raised their hands high in the air.

"Then it's settled." The old man simply made the decision. "We'll start working on the molds tomorrow. Comrade Huang can only stay here for a limited time."

"Elder Xu, can you leave him here with us?" A researcher shouted, "We can only eat the eggs for a while. Wouldn't it be better if we stole the hen that laid the eggs?"

The old man smiled and said, "They all have their own research projects that are as important as ours. Who do you think created the Huang Factor that you can eat now and then? "

None of the researchers were stupid. They knew what he meant the moment they heard that.

That was impressive … They didn't expect that it was the result of this young man's research.

The next day, Roland became a typical tool.

He had been making molds for those people.

Because he didn't bring the crystal rod, he couldn't get magic elements for free, so he could only replenish them through Magic Transformation.

Basically, the magic elements that he produced through Magic Transformation were drained every day.

In no more than ten days, Roland began to lose weight … Actually, it wasn't that serious. It was just that the dark circles under his eyes were more obvious.

In reality, he became a building material producer. Then, in the game, as time went by, the infrastructure of the floating city was completed.

According to the blueprint that Roland got from the base, the architects and sculptors of the capital of Fareins were free to do whatever they wanted.

Originally, the layout of the building looked very military-style, but they forcibly released it as a city garden, or rather, a garden in the sky, which was more suitable.

Also, it didn't affect the convenience of the layout of the buildings on it.

Roland was quite happy.

Under the premise of not affecting functionality and convenience, who wouldn't want their own home to be more beautiful?

Roland was quite satisfied that the infrastructure of the floating city was completed. He offered a lot of gold coins to the architects and sculptors as compensation.

A small number of people accepted it, but most of them were hesitant and unwilling to accept it. In the end, a fat, bearded, elderly Master with dwarven blood said, "Mr. Roland, can we stay here for a long time?"

They could tell that the floating city was very convenient.

There were three teleportation arrays. One teleported to Wetland City in Hollevin, one to the square in the capital of Fareins, and one directly to the royal palace of Fareins.

Of course, the last teleportation array was for Roland and Stephanie's personal use.

They could use the first two freely.

During the past half a year of bricklaying, they had frequently used the first two teleportation formations when they rested.

The capital of Fareins was their home, not to mention the capital of Fareins.

Wetland City, the legendary city, gave them a lot of surprises too.

As a matter of fact, teleportation arrays were gradually being established in the whole world, and it would be more and more convenient to travel in the future.

Flying mounts were faced with strong competition.

But the floating city still had a more important meaning.

Safety!

In the main plane, the floating city was the top combat force. Also, if they lived in the sky, they could call themselves sky dwellers. Wouldn't that be glorious?

With that in mind, they asked Roland to give Mao a place to live up there.

After all, those places were built by them and their apprentices. There was a large living area that could accommodate a hundred thousand people.

Roland thought for a moment and said, "I'm happy to let you live here, but it's another matter if the capital of Fareins is willing to let you go or not. Besides, I'll be staying in the Astral Plane for a long time, and that place isn't safe. So, tell Stephanie your opinion first, and I'll make a decision with her after I return from the Astral Plane, okay? "

That was indeed the truth.

Those people were willing to wait, but the royal palace of Fareins might not be willing to let them go.

Those masters were talents that the capital had raised for generations. Even the apprentices who worked here were the best architects and carpenters.

Under normal circumstances, no country would be willing to let go of such a batch of people.

Those masters heaved a sigh and left one after another.

After making sure that nobody else was in the floating city, Roland flew it to the sky.

He kept flying upwards, above the white clouds, and then to the border between the Astral World and the Main Plane.

Above his head was a dark starry sky, and below him were continuous clouds that looked like a white blanket.

Roland teleported to the Magic Grid Core and examined the magic power bricks that were connected in series or parallel. After making sure that they were all fine, he took out the Brutalization Divine Spark that he looted earlier from his system Backpack.

Roland didn't really like the Divine Spark. After all, everybody knew what Brutalization meant.

The Divine Spark appeared and emanated white light in Roland's hand.

Then, the Magic Grid Core gradually shivered, as if it were trying to generate the same vibration frequency as the Brutalization Divine Spark and assimilate it.

Without any hesitation, Roland connected himself to the Magic Grid Core. After he glowed green all over, Roland threw the Brutalization Divine Spark into the core without any hesitation.

The white cluster of energy melted instantly like a snowball that had been melted into oil.

Roland, on the other hand, sensed that something had been added to his mental world.

Because he was connected to the Magic Grid Core, throwing things into the Grid Core was no different from throwing them into his mental world.

The divine spark fragment was melting, turning into strand after strand of energy. At the same time, it separated many fragmented memory fragments.

Some of them were Abak's, and some were other people's.

They were probably the memories left by the previous God of Brutalization.

These memories stacked on top of each other, making him feel nauseous and dizzy.

Looking at the picture pieces, one would subconsciously think that they were part of one's memories, but one's intelligence instincts would tell one that they weren't.

The conflict between the two made one nauseous and nauseous.

So, Roland tried his best not to peek at the memories, but the memories came to him on their own.

On the other hand, the Divine Spark was essentially a combination of human consciousness and love.

Therefore, the Brutalization Divine Spark was mostly cruel.

Also, the memories all had a clear purpose, which was to reside in the souls of intelligent creatures.

It was probably because only intelligent creatures had abundant emotions.

Although it was only a third of the Divine Spark, the memories contained in it were too enormous.

Roland was very, very strong at this moment. Thanks to the connection of the Magic Grid Core, his willpower was unbelievably strong too. However, the trouble was that he hadn't really studied soul magic.

Now, he ran into a major problem … He couldn't stop or assimilate the memories, or broken souls, in the Divine Spark Pieces.

A dense crowd of souls appeared in Roland's mental world.

There were souls in the sky and on the ground.

These remnant memories, or rather, broken souls, almost filled the entire world.

Roland, on the other hand, was like a poor man on a subway in Japan. He couldn't move at all when he was squeezed by the people around him.

What do I do?

Roland's soul asked helplessly.

If this were to continue, he would definitely explode from these unconscious memories.

When he couldn't come up with a solution, the land of his soul suddenly split open and revealed a gigantic gap.

A cluster of white light floated up from the depths of his soul.

The cluster of light emitted warm light and generated a weird attraction force. The souls in the sky were absorbed into it first.

Then, all the souls on the ground were absorbed too.

Roland stared at the cluster of light in a daze. Then, he remembered what it was.

It was his virtual Divine Spark.

It was mainly used as a soul connector between him and Anna and was rarely used. So, he almost forgot that he had such a sophisticated thing.

Looking at the souls that were squeezed into black pearls in the cluster of light, Roland immediately felt uncomfortable.

After all, trypophobia was something that everyone had at least a little.

Then, his consciousness was ejected from the mental world.

The Magic Grid Core before his eyes gradually dimmed, as if it were a heartbeat.

Roland also received two system notifications.

"The Magic Grid Core is absorbing divine energy for fusion. The result is not good. Countdown: 23.58.11."

"Your virtual grid is transforming into the Brutalization Divine Spark. Countdown: 71.58. 11’

Was he going to become a Brutalization God?

Wait, he wasn't even a Demigod yet!

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