After visiting the farm, Roland went to the rubber worm laboratory.
The 30-square-meter room looked like an ancient wizard's alchemy room. There was a row of rubber buckets filled with mucus on the wall, and the solidified milky white glue was everywhere. A large pot was full of burnt rubber blocks, giving off an unpleasant smell. Only God knew what they had put into it.
The long-handled ladles, buckets, and stirrers used in the experiment enhanced the smell. If they had added a few toads and bats, it would have been a perfect restoration.
"Your Majesty," Kyle Sichi nodded to show his respect, "I think I've found what you wanted."
Roland noticed his pale face and the gauze wrapped around his fingers. "Are you hurt?"
"It's just a small problem. It doesn't matter." He waved his hand and handed over a glass of light red mucus. "Your Majesty, please have a look."
Kyle turned the glass upside down, but the liquid did not spill out. Instead, it slowly wriggled along the wall and formed a soft hemispherical mass at the mouth of the glass.
Roland's eyes lit up. He reached out to catch the jelly-like mass, but was stopped by the chief alchemist.
"No, Your Majesty!" He took back the glass. "This thing is corrosive."
"I remember that rubber worm mucus should be non-toxic and harmless," Roland said, raising his eyebrows. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been used to make food bags and straws.
"But after mixing it with blood, it did change its nature."
"Blood?" Roland was slightly stunned and could not help but look at his fingers. "Was the wound on your hand for the experiment..."
"Of course not, it was just an accident," Kyle said while stroking his beard. "Even if I was crazy, I wouldn't go so far as to use myself as an experiment. The path of chemistry is so long, and I still hope to go further."
After listening to Kyle's explanation, Roland finally understood the process of the discovery of the new colloid.
The solidification of rubber worm mucus came from the mixture of glandular secretions, and according to the difference in the ratio of the two, biological rubber with different hardness could be formed. But they were not mobile, and once consolidated, they could not be changed.
At first, according to his experience in chemical experiments, Kyle added various elements or acid and alkali liquids in groups, but he could not change the final result.
After that, he further expanded the selection of materials, from complex inorganic salts to organic substances, to observe the effect. Although many interesting special colloids were found in the process, he still could not get the new gel that Roland wanted.
Until an accident happened.
When he cut the waste rubber strip, he accidentally cut his finger, and the dripping blood contaminated a cup of experimental sample. The cup suddenly emitted a large amount of white gas, melting the Bird Beak Mushroom into a pool of yellow liquid.
The solution had also turned into a semi-coagulated gelatinous substance.
"Its biggest feature is that it can retain the characteristics of the mixed materials. Kyle threw the gel into the furnace, and it immediately emitted a bright light. The flame also rose several feet high, unlike the rubber block from before, which slowly turned black and finally turned into a pile of powder. "I only added a spoonful of grease. Burning it alone might not be able to achieve such an effect, but I can say that it's better than what you requested!"
Although the old alchemist sounded tired, his tone was filled with excitement. Looking at the exuberant flames, Kyle's eyes also seemed to have a group of flames burning – he had already imagined the scene of this gel being used in large quantities in his mind.
Napalm was what Roland was trying to make.
It was originally made from gasoline and special thickeners. Compared to the liquid fuel that had an extremely low flash point, was flammable and explosive, and was difficult to adhere to, not only was it much safer to use, but it was also more lethal. When ignited with explosives, it could instantly create a large area of burning. Not only would it be very difficult to get rid of it, but at the same time, the blazing fire would also accelerate the consumption of oxygen, causing people to suffocate to death.
When he saw that the slime of the rubber worm had a similar solidifying property, he began to think about it. If he could completely fuse the slime with the kindling and make it burn, he could get a simple but brutal weapon.
After all, the red mist was afraid of fire.
During the Taquila era, the most troublesome thing for the Union were the outposts that had already been built. The Red Mist covering a small area made the Blessed Army helpless. They could only rely on the witches who had the ability to isolate or clear the mist to lead them forward slowly, and the task of dismantling the mist storage towers fell to the common army. Often, after a battle, the Blessed Army would pay a great price because they could not move flexibly, and the common people would never return.
It was under such a cruel trade-off that every outpost built by the demons could weaken the power of the Union until the latter could no longer stop the actions of the demons and was finally dragged down by the demons from all directions.
If they could have the ability to set fire at will, the threat of the enemy outposts would be greatly reduced, and the Red Mist that the demons relied on for survival would become a noose around their necks.
It was probably because of the deep impression of the defeat that Pasha and the witches were so concerned about the rubber worms, especially Althea. At first, she was quite critical of the unknown insects raised in the Third Border City, but after Roland explained the idea of solid-fuel weapons to her, her attitude changed completely, and even her tone when she mentioned the worms was different.
Now, Roland did not have to fight the demons at close range. Before all the moving targets disappeared, he would not let the First Army leave the range of the artillery. Therefore, the incendiary bombs were more of an auxiliary attack method, a product of the "don't put all your eggs in one basket" mentality. Without them, the entire strategic plan would not be affected, and with them, they could save some gunpowder and reduce the production pressure of the chemical plant.
Under this premise, it was naturally good that Kyle Sichi could find something, but the problem was...
"Blood is not a material that is easy to obtain."
"Please rest assured, Your Majesty," the alchemist replied. "It doesn't have to be human blood... The blood of cattle, sheep, and other animals can also change its nature. I've tested this. The only condition is that it must be released just now. "
This made Roland feel a lot more relieved, but then came the second question. "Why blood?"
"This..." Kyle was speechless for a moment.
"I think it may have something to do with the worms themselves," Pasha continued. "Although it is no longer controlled by the Multi-eyed Monster, its instinct is still there, which is to capture and store prey. I'm afraid fresh blood is one of the conditions." "
"This speculation is quite reasonable," he thought. "Obviously, the Multi-eyed Monster doesn't want food, so storing it in its original form or in a gelatinous state may not make much difference to it."
"Then start the weapon test as soon as possible," Roland ordered. "Since we have the ideal raw material, the next step should not take much time. You can leave the rest to the colleagues in King's City. After all, as you said, the path of chemistry is very long, and it is right to pay attention to rest. "
"Yes, Your Majesty," Kyle said with his hand on his chest.
"I have another idea." Pasha suddenly said.
"What is it?" Roland looked at her.
"Maybe we can take a special audience with us during the weapon test." She leisurely swayed her main tentacles and said.
Roland immediately realized who Pasha was referring to. "Is that guy still alive?"
Since he did not take advantage of the chaotic period of soul fusion to get more information, he did not expect to pry open the mouth of the Senior Demon. Now that it had fallen into the hands of the Taquila witches, it could either choose to commit suicide or be tortured to death by its enemies. He thought that it had already become a ghost.
"It didn't go on a hunger strike. As long as you send it food, it will eat it up," Pasha said concisely.
This showed that it did not want to die at all.
He did not surrender, nor did he confess.
It was waiting for the moment when the human race completely failed and it regained its freedom.
No matter how slim the hope was, it was still holding on.
Was it because it felt that it was not worth dying in the hands of the worms?
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