The bright moonlight shines through the window screen that floats gently in the breeze, and shines on the soft carpet. A black cat curls up in the shadow where the moonlight cannot reach, and its eyes shine with a color similar to the moonlight.
Du Shiyu lifted the heavy alchemy experimental bench, put it face up, and carefully placed it on the reinforced base. The four to five hundred heavy items seemed to be weightless in her hands.
The tong pot is easy to solve. There are all kinds of strange things on the Internet. They are all hand-customized and a complete set of alchemy equipment. They restore the shape and even the material online one to one. If you don't consider their staggering prices, everything is perfect.
For other tools that could not be copied, such as magic furnaces, Du Shiyu replaced them with alcohol heaters. On the surface, it looked like a small offline alchemy laboratory.
Her best friend is still online, participating in an adventure activity at the dungeon entrance of a high-player team. If she will be offline for a while, Du Shiyu doesn't have to worry about being discovered by her too early.
"Meow!"
"I know, I will tell you when I get the chance."
"Meow!"
It's finally time to separate from her best friend. She has more and more secrets. Her best friend's current state is just right. Telling her will not only not help her, but will destroy her current "harmonious" state. This is what Du Shiyu doesn't want to see.
of.
After lighting the alcohol lamp and heating the tong pot, Du Shiyu first tried to complete some simple operations online.
Take out a piece of iron ore ordered online, wait for the base liquid (also the high-purity water ordered online) to be heated to boiling, then crush the iron ore, use a sieve to sort out the tiniest powder, and use your fingers filled with spiritual power.
Stir it in the container for a moment, and your fingers will act like magnets, absorbing some black powder.
Adding these powders to the boiling base liquid, she began to chant a spell, holding the tong pot with her hands in the air, and then continued to change the angle.
At this time, Doraemon's eyes lit up, and the bright moonlight was attracted by these eyes, turning into a beam of light that shined directly on the alchemy platform, covering Du Shiyu and the alchemy platform.
Du Shiyu's shadow stretched out and was projected on the wall.
The shadow seemed to be "alive" and it moved closer to the main body for one to two seconds. The atmosphere in the room became extremely mysterious, as if it had been withdrawn from the atmosphere of reality and placed in the boundary between phantom and reality.
Du Shiyu clearly felt that the "signal" had become stronger, the mantra was chanting more smoothly, and the spiritual power smoothly passed through his hands and entered the reaction of the tongs.
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Half an hour later, a piece of iron that had been shaped without being smelted by modern processes lay tightly in the tong pot. The base liquid seemed to have evaporated and seemed to have been absorbed by it, along with Du Shiyu's spiritual power.
This simplest magic metal took ten times the time and energy on the line. After Du Shiyu woke up, he couldn't wait to put on his rubber gloves, carefully picked it up, and looked at it in front of his eyes.
At this moment, the black cat suddenly moved. He instantly appeared on Du Shiyu's shoulder, the hair on his neck exploded, and a pair of eyes radiating strong light stared in one direction.
"What's wrong?" Du Shiyu asked in surprise.
"Meow!"
"The west?"
"Meow!"
"Why is the signal in the west so much stronger? It's even beyond the direction of Magic City."
At the same time, Bei Mi.
As endless construction vehicles as far as the eye could see were driving on the simple road, Smith hummed a song, swaying with the bumps of the car, and from time to time he grinned at the female military officer driving side by side.
The female officer has a heroic appearance. She wears sunglasses, holds one arm on the open window, holds her cheek, and raises her middle finger to the guy who keeps harassing her.
Smith laughed, put on his headphones, and switched to the team's call channel.
"How are our "Earl" gentlemen? Are you satisfied with our service?"
"Fuck, shut up, doctor."
"Seriously, haven't you noticed something is wrong with the situation ahead of us?"
"That's not what you should be concerned about."
"Honestly, I feel like
Run to hell, haha..."
In front of the motorcade, a vague outline of the city stood under thick dark clouds. Strangely, the clouds only appeared above the city, and the edges were neatly cut like a piece of cake, as if it had been cut with a knife.
The end of the road is the entrance to the city. The sun is shining brightly outside, but the entrance is indeed dark, as if there is a layer of barrier, a layer of water film, isolating the inside and outside.
The atmosphere in the convoy was far from as relaxed as Smith had shown. The drivers of each engineering vehicle were all wearing military uniforms and were protected in more than a dozen containers with luxurious interiors in the convoy. They were divided into rooms. As Smith said, "
"The gentlemen of the count" were lying in a container that looked like a crystal coffin, being carefully taken care of by medical staff.
Ten minutes later, the city was even closer and had reached the edge of the clouds. At this time, the only thing you could see was shock.
What seems to be a natural wonder is displayed in such an extremely "static" way, as if there is something hidden in the thick clouds!
A certain interstellar battleship from the depths of space?
It's like the flying saucer from the movie Independence Day that hovers over the city and covers the entire city.
The convoy stopped less than 500 meters away. Smith opened the door, stood in the cockpit more than ten meters high, built an awning with his hands, and looked towards the city.
One, two, three...many humanoid shadows appeared, slightly distorted by the visible dividing line. Then they seemed to rise from the bottom of the water, and each one showed their true appearance in Smith's eyes.
"Hi, compatriot!"
Smith waved to Philip happily.
The Black Pharaoh frowned, glanced at his companions wearing death priest robes on both sides, and took the lead to walk towards Smith.
Gentlemen and ladies from the military, chaebols, hundreds of palaces, and top scientific research institutions came to Smith one after another, watching silently as Philip and his entourage approached.
"How are you, compatriots, how is your new home?"
Philip couldn't deal with this lunatic. He first shook hands with an old man with messy hair, and then started talking to others.
"The situation is good, the network... signal is much more stable."
"That's good, that's good...", the old man with messy hair said with trembling lips. He looked at Philip, then looked at the city behind him with a hint of fear, but hesitated to speak.
"How many immigrants were brought this time?" Philip asked.
"Not much!" Smith interjected unwillingly, "You players are too difficult to deal with. You always have paranoia of persecution. We all feel that you have to do this job. Those people in North Micana Company are a bunch of trash, trash.
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"All my people are here!" Smith interrupted him impatiently.
"Let's talk about this later," the official from the bank interrupted the argument, "Shall we start?"
Philip nodded, and Smith opened his arms and shouted in an exaggerated aria: "Welcome to the legendary Yinden Garden, ladies and gentlemen, the time has come to witness the miracle."
The endless motorcade woke up again, and the roar of the engine made the ground tremble. Smith at the front looked excited, twisting his limbs in the passenger seat to the strong beat of the music, shouting, and gradually arrived there.
The boundary is like a layer of water film.
The front of the car goes in first, then the body including him.
It felt like I had passed through a mysterious star gate, feeling cool and numb for a while, and I was in a completely different environment as if I had been electrified.
The field of vision suddenly became dark, and they looked exactly the same. There were only seven or eight-story green buildings lined up on both sides of the road. It was hard to count how many there were at a glance.
The lampposts next to the four-lane road and the tracks are still painted. The access and output devices of smart urban design are all over these public infrastructures. The electricity has not yet been connected. These expensive facilities have not yet been activated. There are signs everywhere.
It was dark, with only scattered buildings still lit.
Walking along the main road into the city, the identical buildings are like a huge chessboard, and like an extremely regular and strict formation diagram enlarged by a microprocessor chip.
Journalists and media were allowed to work, and they stretched their cameras out of the car windows to take pictures of this dead city.
A total of more than 3,000 players who have immigrated here have been offline one after another, looking curiously at the city that will soon belong to them. The patients and old people sleeping in coffins are also sitting in wheelchairs, and they are moving very fast.
Inside the shipping container in the presidential suite, their... graves are weak.
"I don't like this place!" said a retired billionaire. "There's no light at all."
"You will like it," his attending physician advised: "As for sunlight, you don't need it. Besides, there is plenty of light in Canaan."
The billionaire muttered childishly and stopped talking.
After the convoy advanced four or five kilometers, it entered the part of the city that was still under construction. The construction vehicles spread out and entered various construction sites through roads like a chessboard.
The roar of generators and engines was not friendly to patients, and container vehicles drove onto another main road, heading towards the completed urban area.
"This is a completely intelligent city. Urban intelligence and all infrastructure are controlled by an intelligent center. It is expected to accommodate a population of about 2 million..."
"What is that?"
"Uh, the planned entertainment center sir."
"Does a tomb also need this thing?"
"This... taking into account the actual needs of offline players and tourists..."
"Damn it, for God's sake, there is no need for this entertainment center. It's all my money, mine!"
"Don't be excited, little Mr. Phoenix...ah, doctor, doctor!"
"How do you feel about this ghost place..."
"Well...it feels like I'm back in that underground base."
"Haha, the Black Pharaoh didn't lie to us. This is indeed a good place. I feel that my "power" is back."
"It's like..."
"I can swim and breathe freely."
"Haha, yes, yes."
"Then let's have a big fight!"
The convoy drove into an urban area dotted with scattered lights. The identical eight-story buildings were like standing resistors, so neatly organized that one could not tell their direction and location.
Smith was the first to come down, wearing headphones and listening to the powerful music, swinging his limbs exaggeratedly. The carriages behind him opened one by one, and the luxury buses with more than 3,000 players stopped in front of the resistor-like buildings one after another.
"Should we have a party next?" Smith suggested excitedly, gesturing with street signs. Philip pulled him away, gestured to come in, and walked in first.
A group of hundreds of people, including chaebol representatives, officials from Hyakunomiya, scientific research institutions, etc., walked into the building and saw an interior layout that looked like a space capsule in a science fiction movie.
The soft lights light up one by one as you move forward, walk up the automatic induction conveyor belt, enter the elevator, and go all the way down to the underground core that cannot be seen from the ground.
It's sci-fi style on the ground, but it's a strong Canaan style underground.
There are hundreds of underground cities in this city that are modeled after the safe zones of the online Chinese server. Philip’s real home is here. The statue of Kelemvor, the god of death, is carved out of a dark rock, which is scary and hairy. Numbness and difficulty breathing were shrouded in a golden halo.
As if they couldn't look directly at the sun, everyone looked away in unison. The presence and pressure of encountering inhuman life made them paralyzed with fear.
"Hey, compatriot, is your boss behind the scenes finally willing to meet us?"
The desperate Smith screamed strangely, and Philip smiled mysteriously, not minding his offense, and took the lead on the steps of the temple.
"This...when was this place built? Why didn't I see it in the construction progress?" the White House official asked the person behind him with an ugly face.
"I...I don't know, I...", the lieutenant colonel in charge of the City of Angels' infrastructure project was panicked, frightened, and fear made him lose his composure.
"Let's go, don't talk about this yet.", Zaibatsu
The representative stopped.
"Momomiya needs an explanation...you have crossed the line!" He even suspected the chaebol representative.
"I said, do you have to argue here? In front of a great life form that you are about to meet?" Smith shouted dissatisfiedly while standing on the steps.
Only then did everyone put aside their arguments, leaving behind the already frightened entourage, and nervously climbed up the steps of the majestic temple.
God!
What's happening?
As soon as you enter the temple, you have a strong feeling that it has an owner, and the owner is waiting in the depths of the empty confinement, as if standing in front of the door of the banquet hall, with a smile on his face, just like an ancient gentleman. Wearing a wig, a tuxedo, a half-high silk hat, and holding a civilized staff, she quietly waited for the guests to arrive.
Of course, this is an illusion.
Waiting for them was a priest.
A very special, very special, very scary ritual.
His face is extremely old, and his whole body is shrouded in a pitch-black divine robe. The edges of the robe are inlaid with golden lace, and a line of words floats above his head - Church of Death·City of Angels Branch·Cardinal (Nicot· Cage, LV55).
"This is an NPC!" someone shouted in shock.
"Welcome!" Cardinal Nicot Cage, who walked from online to offline, opened his arms in a welcoming gesture and said with a smile: "This is a very meaningful meeting, isn't it?"
