"You will know after reading it that even if I don't study, I am still no worse than that bookworm!"

After hearing what Fermat said, Qingyi was also very interested. He wanted to see what invention made Fermat so confident that he dared to compete with Streum: "Really? Show me."

Hearing this, "Embryo Body No. 2" changed. Its body slowly melted, revealing a metal skeleton. This skeleton is the same as the human skeleton. It uses rollers as joints and can move freely, but it is certainly not as light.

Where to go.

Bones of the Strong: Necromancer Tinker, Fermat, developed an endoskeleton with bionic technology through long-term research on necromantic creatures. After being implanted in the body, it can effectively strengthen the body. Strength is increased by 50%, and agility is reduced by 50%.

Only one implant can be implanted into an individual. It is not effective against elemental life forms.

"Evolution is wonderful. During billions of years of evolution, various creatures have shown their most perfect postures, which inspired craftsmen: knives were invented because of animal teeth, saws were invented because of blades of grass, and turtle shells were used to create saws.

And the invention of shields...all these show that every species has something worth learning from!"

"But humans themselves have also evolved uniquely and can be used as bionic research objects - over countless years, humans have learned to walk upright, free their hands, and can use tools! If you want to flexibly control magic cannons, there is nothing better than a humanoid demon

It is more convenient for puppets, so I invented this endoskeleton! At present, the internal structure of many high-end puppets is mainly humanoid. I followed this idea and directly adopted the structural model of skeleton soldiers, repeatedly tested and optimized

, invented the 'bones of the strong'!" Fermat tapped the metal skeleton, which could be directly used as a skeletal specimen. It was full of energy, like a calf eager to try.

Qingyi smiled on his face, but secretly felt that it was a pity. Using the shape of human bones to create advanced golems was not without precedent. On the contrary, it was widely used. Therefore, Fermat was not the first person to try something new.

The reason why he was so complacent was simply because the Twilight Empire was clogged with information, and its knowledge was still lagging behind compared to other countries, so that he could only sit back and look at the sky. However, Fermat was not without achievements, at least Qingyi had never seen such an increase.

Endoskeleton with multiple strength points.

Fermat was a simple and honest man by nature. When he saw His Majesty's smile, he really thought that His Majesty was affirming his achievements. How could he know His Majesty's thoughts? So he happily waved his fist and shouted loudly: "Although the strength can be improved after the implant, the movement

The speed has dropped drastically. I have to say that this is a flaw of the 'strong man's bones'... But Your Majesty, I will definitely create a more perfect endoskeleton in the future!"

Maybe? Qingyi comforted himself in this way. Fermat had not yet come into contact with such advanced technology as the Golem. When he encounters a technical bottleneck, he will know how difficult it is to surpass his predecessors. Of course,

Such a setback is also a good thing, as it can help Fermat sober up a little from his struggle with Ström.

"Fermat, I need you to use your brain: Is there any way for people to quickly pass through the sea of ​​bones? This problem needs to be solved first, otherwise it will cause great trouble to our travel." Qingyi has been really having a headache about this matter recently.

The Ocean of Bones is extremely vast, and trekking on foot is simply torture. You can only travel by livestock (such as skeleton horses, ghost hounds, etc.); but the terrain is complex, and livestock cannot speed up, otherwise their legs and feet will be easily broken. The only feasible way at present is to start from

Pass by in the air and let a few Rot Vultures or Night Peregrine Falcons catch you and fly, but this method is only suitable for skeleton players, and it will not work for zombie players (they are too heavy). In this case, for

The undead players are very disadvantaged: if they die in a camp conflict, they can return to the city to resurrect, but it will take them a long time to run over again, and the advantage they finally established is gone... Isn't this a scam?! Therefore, find a way to survive in the city.

An effective means of transportation in the sea of ​​bones is imperative.

After a few more words with Fermat, Qingyi hurried out of the city to find Waterboro.

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When we found Waterboro, Qingyi was already south of the Sea of ​​Bones. The deathly clouds in the sky seemed to be twisted together, like a tight, dirty rag hanging above our heads. It was just a matter of imagination.

A picture like this makes people very uncomfortable.

Downpour.

There is no end to the turbid raindrops that can destroy everything, like sewage wrung out from a black rag. This rainwater is not cold at all. If it drips on the skin, you can feel a heart-wrenching burning sensation, like a flame.

It was like baking. The ground was washed out with ravines, forming intricate waterways; the water flow gathered on the ground, forming ponds that were constantly eroding downwards. The traces of people's work, destruction, and construction in the past have all disappeared.

All of them were lost in the fine dust under the water. The sound of rain mixed with the sound of corrosion, like the sound of children eating, the sound of children crying in the corner, and the sound of children crying in the corner.

It's the laughter of children playing. Children, children, children... the voices of children are everywhere, disappearing everywhere.

Bada.

Bada.

Folding up his treasured cloak and hiding it in his arms, Waterboro walked soaked in the rain. His skin was stuck to his clothes, and his body was bloody and bloody. His bones and flesh fell off piece by piece, and his internal organs fused together.

A pool of semi-solid and semi-liquid stuff was hanging on the ground; his face was ruined, and a fleshy eyeball hung out. His soul fire had shrunk a little, and like his body, it was shaky.

, was about to disintegrate into nothingness. Despite this, he still limped and dripped, pursed his lips, and stubbornly blew a sharp whistle, but his voice was drowned by the sound of rain and could not be transmitted at all.

go out.

Bada.

Bada.

He really looked like a wild child who lost a fight and refused to go home but wandered outside.

Suddenly, the rainwater above Waterboro's head cleared.

"Has it finally stopped raining?" Waterboro smiled bitterly and looked up at the sky, then at the overlapping rain curtains with almost no gaps in front of him, and decided to continue searching - No, the rain didn't stop! It's just that there was

The invisible soul force field held up the rain for him, so no water fell on his head! "Such a powerful soul can only be..."

Qingyi continued to activate the [Soul Force Field] and slowly approached Waterboro.

"Boss, I..." Waterboro slumped his shoulders and shrank, not daring to look into Yi's eyes. Water dripped from his clothes and hair.

Qingyi patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Let's go home."

Waterboro was stunned and nodded again. The two walked side by side silently, not like a king and his subordinates, but like pedestrians they met by chance on the road. Without the effect of acid rain, Waterboro's soul fire slowly returned.

It grew stronger and burned until the inside of the chest turned blue.

Bata, bah.

After a while, the rain stopped, and the King of the Undead also stopped emitting the [Soul Force Field]. Although one eye was disabled, Waterboro seemed to be able to see a dim rainbow appearing under the clouds. He rubbed his eyes again

, the rainbow disappeared.

He thought to himself: How damn beautiful.

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Snow White City.

On the ruins, a construction team composed of undead creatures was silently carrying out reconstruction work. Originally, human voices could still be heard in this place (players are always noisier than NPCs), but due to camp conflicts, the players were all

After giving up the current task and leaving, all that was left were these NPCs who didn't like to communicate and were too lazy to communicate. The scene was completely silent.

Master Patra held up the hem of his robe to make it easier to walk. At this time, he was full of energy that was completely inconsistent with his age. If it weren't for the wrong clothes, people would have thought that he came to explore the wild. He stopped from time to time,

Looking at the original structure of a certain ruin; sometimes walking towards a new building that is about to be completed, checking whether there are any omissions. But no matter whether he is walking or stopping, he habitually lectures to a group of students around him, and sometimes he will call the students by name and ask them to say something.

Tell me your own opinion.

"What is the purpose of building this building? What impact will building this building have? What aspects need to be taken into consideration during the construction process? How much manpower and money are expected to be consumed? What is the ratio between the budget and the actual benefits?

, is this building worth building? Ultimately, ask yourself... 'Can I take the responsibility for building it?'"

Master Patra asked questions one after another. He pointed at his heart that had stopped beating for a long time and said emphatically: "The last question is the most important for engineers. It must be kept in mind on buildings.

It is indeed a glorious thing to mark one's name, but the 'responsibility' also falls on one's shoulders. A building outlives people. If it has problems that should be avoided in the design, then it will

It's like having your life strangled by an architect. A glass of poisoned wine is only enough to kill one person; but a weak house can destroy one or even multiple families."

"Teacher, we remember it." All the students said one after another.

Master Patra smiled with satisfaction: "In this case, even if you cannot become a great engineer, you will at least be a good engineer. I am very happy -"

Suddenly, a huge roar swept across from the sea, causing people's eardrums to burst with pain! When everyone looked out, they saw tens of millions of waves, densely packed into a white wall about five or six meters high, bombarding the people.

The already dilapidated pier on the coastline was hit by this impact, and it was like a document that went into a shredder. It was completely turned into pieces of wood. The strong wind came from the sea, blowing up the sand and rocks, and it was like a [rain of arrows]

It was overwhelming and unstoppable! The construction team bore the brunt of the attack. Several skeletons were beaten until their bones were shattered. They fell to the ground and could not get up after struggling several times. Master Patra and his party were beaten until their clothes were in tatters and they were badly injured.

Decent. The students quickly opened their arms, grabbed each other's shoulders, and tightly protected the teacher. The strong wind pressed the clothes on them, highlighting their jagged bones.

Master Patra squinted his eyes and found a man standing on the waves. The man stood motionless in the wind and waves. He held a long weapon in his left hand and a horn-like object in his right hand. He began to blow the sound like a general horn.

The sobs are different. What this big horn blows is the momentum of the sea - so vast that it can drown everything. It is wider and vast than the field of vision! One tone is a wave of madness, and one variation is a tsunami for a quarter of an hour! There is a devastation in this horn.

The magic that destroys the earth should never appear in the human world! With the sound of the horn, the wind and waves become more violent. The tide is like a raging herd of beasts, eager to run and bite on the shore!

Whoosh!

A white shadow passed by everyone, and the water flowers it stepped on bloomed, forming a water line, and the water line extended to the sea like an electric current! Master Patra let out an ah, and quickly wiped his lenses: "'Embryonic body

Number 3'? How did it appear here? Who is that in the sea?"

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Chapter completed!