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Chapter 1395

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How ugly. "Tilly curled her lips.

Roland smiled awkwardly but politely. If the characters of the Four Kingdoms were as twisted as earthworms, then the characters of the demons were more complicated, to the point that they looked like witchcraft symbols. In addition, he had copied it from memory and was not familiar with every stroke, which made it look even more messy. Only God knew if Hackzord could understand the meaning of these words.

He had also raised doubts to Valkries, but was resolutely refuted.

She believed that it was more feasible for a human to copy it. This proved that she was not lost in the Realm of Mind, and could also show her own predicament. This was the only way to convey the message. If he directly copied her handwriting, it would be easy for the cautious Hackzord to suspect that it was a trap. After all, if she could send a letter personally, why not just leave the Realm of Mind?

"Then what's the content of the letter?"

"Ask the Sky Lord to avoid the upcoming battlefield, so the General Staff needs to find a way to send this letter to the demons."

"Brother, are you okay?" Tilly was shocked. "Why would the enemy's senior lord listen to you?"

"It won't take much effort anyway …" Roland pretended to be indifferent. "What if it succeeds?"

In fact, he had asked the Nightmare Lord the same question. Her answer was that the lifespan of a Senior Demon was usually hundreds of years. During this period, their habits and culture would change significantly. Therefore, words would leave a distinct personal mark, which was more reliable than any coat of arms or insignia.

According to Roland's understanding, it was probably similar to seeing Martian words and thinking of people born in the 90s.

"Alright." Tilly put away the letter helplessly. "Since it's your request."

Just as she was about to leave, the phone in the North Slope Laboratory on her desk suddenly rang.

Roland picked up the phone. The caller was Anna.

After listening to what Tilly had to say, Roland slightly raised the corner of his mouth and gestured to Tilly. "You don't have to hurry on your journey today. Rest in the castle for a night. I happen to have something new for you. "



In the lab, Tilly saw the "revolutionary" new product that Roland mentioned — two small square wooden boxes.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they were boxes. Not only were there obvious gaps in the covers and loose-leaf openings on the sides, but the overall size was also about 30 centimeters, as if it could be carried directly in one's hand. This size was a far cry from those amazing mechanical creations from before, and it even seemed a little less imposing.

The only difference between them and ordinary boxes was that they were covered with a shiny metal plate with some knobs and buttons arranged on it.

"This is …"

"Mobile radio station." Anna took the initiative to explain, "It's equivalent to a miniature telegraph tower. The advantage is that it can directly transmit sound, and of course, the distance is much shorter."

"I see … Wait a minute." Tilly was stunned. She looked at Roland and asked, "Is this the new communication tool you were talking about?"

Although the other party had painted a big picture for her a long time ago, she did not expect the final product to be so exquisite! Even if it could be installed on the plane, it should have taken up most of the space in the belly of the plane. After all, with the size of the tower, to be able to shrink it to the size of the 'Fire of Heaven' was already an incredible feat.

Roland seemed to have seen through her doubts and reached out to open the lid of the wooden box.

A cluster of intertwining circuits and components immediately appeared in front of her. Although she did not understand the principle, Tilly realized that this thing was fundamentally different from the mechanical devices of the past.

"It can be considered the world's first true electronic device. Although the electric motors, lights, telephones, and transmitters used electricity, it was essentially a simple conversion of electricity into other forms for release." Roland said, "And it has an independent circuit system that can use electricity to control electricity — this is equivalent to replacing the gears, screws, and bearings with electronic signals. Its current size is already quite large."

"Are you blaming me for not being good enough?" Anna glanced at him.

"Ahem … of course not," Roland quickly coughed twice. "It's the design bureau's blueprint that isn't exquisite enough."

"It's all thanks to Sister Anna working late into the night that the test sample could be completed so quickly," Lucia, who was his assistant, added. "The main problem is that the vacuum tube has to be maintained and many components have to be inserted. Without the Blackfire, it would be difficult to guarantee the success rate."

The core of the radio station was the vacuum tube that combined amplification, detection, and oscillation. It was also the symbol of mankind entering the electronic era. Roland naturally knew how high the threshold was — the pile of shiny scrap outside the North Slope Laboratory was proof. Furthermore, it was difficult for him to provide guidance in the field of electricity like before. Most of the content could only be slowly explored by Anna herself.

Reality also proved that his previous idea of sending shortwave radio stations to his class was nothing more than a beautiful fantasy. In the future, Anna's work focus would definitely be on large bombers, and it would already be quite good if she could find the time to create enough electronic tubes for the aerial knights to use.

"Can I try?" Tilly asked impatiently.

"Of course you can." Anna nodded with a smile.

After a while, the three of them began to talk in the laboratory, and the room was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Thanks to the extremely clean electromagnetic background of this era, the ground communication range of the prototype radio station could easily reach more than two kilometers, and it would undoubtedly be even farther in the air. Although the radio station would receive obvious interference when the spark transmitter was communicating, except for extremely urgent messages, the sender could choose to send the telegram at a fixed time to avoid the Air Knight's action time. There was not too much conflict between the two.

In Roland's eyes, the success of the radio station was even more important to the Air Knight than the newly developed 20mm machine gun. Real-time communication would greatly expand the range of activities of the flying formation, so that all kinds of air combat tactics could be put into play. With close and precise cooperation, the combat strength of the team would be improved as a whole. It could be said that the Air Knight that could achieve this could be regarded as a real air force.

Tilly clearly saw this point as well, and after ending the experience, she unwillingly urged them to use more radio stations instead of a dedicated plane.

The next morning, she brought the two prototypes and boarded the Phoenix.

When the orange-red figure disappeared into the white horizon, the morning light suddenly pierced through the clouds and scattered thousands of gentle light ribbons.

The Months of the Demons that had lasted for nearly four months had finally ended.

At the same time, the Crimson Moon hanging high above their heads instantly disappeared, as though it had never existed.

But Roland knew that this did not mean the end of the Battle of Divine Will.

Hundreds of years ago, the demons would take advantage of the Crimson Moon to erect the Obelisk, and quietly wait for it to grow into a towering pillar. Only after they had established a firm foothold would they launch an official attack.

The Battle of Destiny would often reveal its true ferocity at this moment.

Today, the humans were once again standing at the same checkpoint.

But this time, their appearance was completely different from the past.

He believed that history would not repeat itself.

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