Of course, the difficulty of the two types of wireless communication equipment was not on the same level. At least, the core component of the latter, the electron tube, was still being trial-produced by the Ministry of Engineering.
The failed products had already piled up into a small hill outside the laboratory.
As for the proposal to modify the 'Fire of Heaven' mentioned in Edith's report, Roland was rather tempted. From a technical point of view, it was not difficult to transplant a 35mm sniper cannon onto a biplane. All he had to do was bury the entire cannon under the belly of the plane and remove the shooter's seat. If the number of bullets was limited to ten, a balance could be achieved in terms of weight, and there was no need to make any other changes.
The problem was that to obtain large God's Stone bullets, he had to use the blood of witches or demons to dissolve and separate the God's Stone vein until he obtained a God's Stone of Retaliation of appropriate size and shape. Only then could he proceed with further processing. If it was too big, the existing knives and lathes would be useless. If it was too small, the God's Stone would be too brittle. The process of selecting the base material would consume a lot of Magic Blood. Even if the Witch Union and Sleeping Spell supported his idea, the amount would not be enough to satisfy the needs of the war.
To truly solve this problem, he had to think of a solution from the demons.
First, he had to find out how they could process large God's Stone pillars.
Second, he had to use their blood to create them.
Now that the 'Fire of Heaven' could return to Neverwinter from the frontline within a day, coupled with Agatha's refrigeration ability, it was not impossible to directly transport fresh demon blood from the battlefield.
Roland silently recorded the proposal on the agenda.
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At night, he entered the Dream World as usual.
In order to speed up the progress of the Graycastle Design Bureau's project, Roland had greatly increased the number of times he entered the Dream World in the past month. This caused the Dream World, which was originally lagging behind the real world, to catch up. The city, which was previously in late summer and early autumn, was now covered in snowflakes. It was as if this and the outside world were just different regions of the same world.
The tube-shaped apartment district was still busy in the morning. The expansion of the Erosion and the destruction of the Prism City did not affect the residents at all. Breakfast stalls were still on both sides of the streets. People hurriedly walked through the streets, and the snow that had accumulated overnight was already covered with footprints.
Even though Mist claimed that this world was also facing a Battle of Divine Will, it was undoubtedly much more peaceful than the battlefield in the Kingdom of Wolfheart that was filled with Red Mist.
In addition, the long period of time in the dream did not only bring about the change of seasons, but also the mental state of the demon transmigrator.
After a period of surveillance and observation, Roland could basically confirm that the demon who called herself Valkries was not a native of the Cargarde Peninsula. Although the Martialist Association verified that there was indeed such a person among the visiting group from the peninsula, her behavior could not be explained with common sense.
Roland was no stranger to the phenomenon of his true identity changing internally, because he himself was an example. Using the word 'transmigrator' to describe him was undoubtedly the most appropriate way of describing him.
In the beginning, Valkries was still able to maintain her disguise, or rather, act like an ordinary martialist, such as flipping through various books and not speaking as much as possible. But as time passed, she gradually became more and more impatient.
Especially after her injuries healed, she sneaked into the depths of the Prism City and stood in front of the Erosion Breach in silence. According to Dawnen's report, at that time, Valkries's face showed obvious anxiety, as if she was longing for something. She even thought several times that Valkries was about to jump into the Erosion Breach, but in the end, she restrained herself.
It would be too far-fetched to say that she was mourning the death of her companions, because Valkries did not even stay at the place where the visiting group had been killed. She had come for the Erosion Breach from the very beginning.
It was not difficult to understand the change in her mentality if she were in Roland's shoes.
Coming from the City of Demons to this completely unfamiliar modern city, he might have been able to remain calm at first, wanting to figure out where exactly this place was. However, as time dragged on, and the hope of returning was still slim, anxiety was unavoidable. Perhaps the real reason Valkries sneaked into the Prism City was to see if she could return to the world she was familiar with through the breach.
Unfortunately, the memory fragments did not go as she wished.
In any case, it was extremely difficult to disguise herself to this extent. After all, Valkries did not know that her every move was being watched by Dawnen. If it were not for these private details, Roland would have thought that her disguise was almost flawless based on her communication with other martialists.
Roland knew that if he were in Valkries' shoes, he would never be able to do this.
Now that Valkries' identity had been confirmed, the next step was how to deal with it.
At this time, he received a text message on his cell phone.
It was from Phyllis.
"Your Majesty, everyone is ready."
Roland put his cell phone into his pocket, stood up, and walked into the living room.
Zero was busy putting egg noodles on the table. Seeing Roland, she put her hands on her hips and said, "Uncle, you haven't forgotten what you promised me, have you?"
"Why? Are you afraid that I'll sneak away?"
"It's not the first time you've done that," she said with a pout.
"Don't worry, I won't this time." Roland walked up to her with a smile and patted her head. "Let's have breakfast first. After that, we'll call Sister Garcia next door and then we'll set off together."
Apart from the Spring Festival, the most popular event this winter was the quadrennial Martial Arts Contest. For all the junior and senior high school students in the city, anyone who could go to watch the contest would definitely become the center of attention. Zero, who was not very interested in this kind of competition, was not immune to it. After a lot of begging, Roland had no choice but to agree to take her to experience it up close after the winter vacation.
Considering that today's contest was under the watch of the Guardian and was in the round-robin stage, it was unlikely that a Fallen Evil would appear. Besides, Zero had to return to her hometown during the long holidays. As the little girl's "only request", Roland could not refuse. Moreover, it would be more convenient for him to act with her.
Roland decided to face the Demon Traveler.
*****
It was already the fourth month.
Valkries seemed to be staring at the noisy arena, but his mind was not on it at all.
Four months had given it a basic understanding of this world, and it had also allowed it to learn about the various legacies of humans. In a sense, it had also become a part of the inheritors. As long as he could return to the real world, he would definitely be able to benefit his race greatly. However, the most fatal problem was that he still could not find a way to leave the Realm of Mind.
Valkries had a lot of important information, but there was no one to pass it on to. It was like finding a bottle of spring water in the desert with great difficulty, only to find that the bottle was sealed shut.
Whether it was sending out a call for help to Hackzord or trying to sense the traces of the King, he could not get any response. Even when he was meditating at the opening of the Realm of Mind, the Realm of Mind did not respond to his call. This was the first time he encountered such a situation.
Valkries could not help but hate the Sky Lord.
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