Lifting the crucible from the induction furnace, Feng Fang Huan Meng carefully poured the molten iron into the mold. The high-speed troop transport bumped from time to time. Once the molten iron in the casting began to roll, bubbles appeared in the mineral material, and the cast was defective.
After the steel cat finished the rough machining, the cooled sword embryo came to Xueming and only the extremely simple polishing work was left. After a few hours of driving, more than 130 small swords were piled in the carriage.
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The shape of these small swords does not seem to have anything special. Most of them are in the style of Qing swords. They are only two fingers wide and only seventeen centimeters long. It is difficult for Xueming to understand Brother Ping An's request. The Taoist priest wants him to make a sword, but
What are these short swords for?
The hilt of the sword can only be picked up with the thumb. The sword base has not been quenched and is used as a knife. Its hardness is not up to standard and it is more like a literary craft.
Ping An and Xueming had told them to just grind out the sword-shaped spine and hilt. There was no need to care about the quality of the iron sand. The voltage of the induction furnace had been set in advance. There was no quenching liquid prepared and no quenching was required to keep it decarburized.
state.
If this was a tool used to kill an enemy, the moment it cuts into the bone, it will shatter and curl.
Before making the sword, Xueming specifically checked the raw materials in the ammunition box. The iron sand contained many impurities. It is no exaggeration to describe it as "hundred mines".
Fragrance Huanmeng recognized the most basic iron, nickel, aluminum, copper, Xueming, and looked closely. The bright silver particles covered with dust seemed to be the platinum family. After tinkering with it a few times, the four colors of yellow, black, red, and white emerged.
Fine sand, without professional testing tools, he had no idea what these minerals were.
Ping An just waved his hand and told Xueming to forge the sword with confidence and boldness.
If Luo Ping'an hadn't been a VIP certified by the station, Xueming would have gone crazy on the spot if this kind of table-eating operation was performed by apprentices in the workshop.
Different elements have different melting points, so it's impossible to cook them all in one pot. This is not making soup.
Although most metal ores in nature cannot withstand the high temperature of 2,000 degrees Celsius, different elements will react with each other in the crucible. The iron ore that is not afraid of fire may have just begun to melt, while the aluminum ore that cannot withstand burning has already turned into black smoke.
Turned into foam.
Two golden broken rulers were cut into fourteen equal parts and melted with the iron sand into a thick slurry. After Xueming finished casting more than 130 swords, he was already sweating and exhausted.
But the result was good. These minerals of unknown composition were cast and polished, and finally took on the shape of a sword. Perhaps B's bones have special psychic powers that allow these strange alloys to be fused together tightly and evenly.
Brother Ping An didn't even prepare a pottery stick for stirring. The way to make iron is to throw it in and burn it. As long as the temperature is reached, the material will melt and form a wonderful vortex, as if there is an invisible magnet spinning at the bottom of the crucible - Snow
Ming had read a lot of documents in the secret library and had never seen such an outrageous flux.
Xueming picked out two of the worst-looking small swords from the finished products and handed them to Brother Ping'an.
"Mr. Ping An, please inspect the goods."
When Luo Pingan took it and took a look, he immediately became energetic and the fatigue from driving for several hours was gone.
He held the small sword, which looked like a toy, flat with one finger, and the center of gravity was exactly in the middle.
Xueming asked nervously, "I don't know what you want to do with these daggers, brother Ping An. Just take the one with the most impurities as a sample. If you are not satisfied with these two swords, I can find the problem immediately."
Renovated and recast.”
"It's already very good." Ping An compared the sword spines of the two swords and found that Aohun Mingde's bones had been completely integrated with the material. "It exceeded expectations."
Xueming then asked, "What are you going to do with them? I don't quite understand."
Luo Ping'an didn't answer immediately. He held the steering wheel with his right arm. The iron stone incarnation of the Soul Power Spirit held two small swords with his left hand and stabbed two red dots on his right arm.
A little bit of bright red blood emerged from the skin and was immediately absorbed by the sword's edge. The blade, which was originally shining with platinum and silver light, also began to change - Ao Hun Mingde's bones were like thousands of stars, bursting out with powerful energy.
Psionics.
The two thick iron swords made a low hum, which was very similar to the sound coming from a high-voltage electrical cabinet when it was running at full strength. It went from low frequency and low frequency to high frequency and high frequency, and finally turned into a loud flute sound.
The small sword flew along with Ping An's empty hand gesture, vibrating violently at first, until the blue starlight completely covered the blade, and they floated quietly in the palm of Mr. Ping An's hand.
Xueming looked at all this in surprise, this was beyond his understanding of spiritual energy.
In Hohenheim's three-element theory, the soul needs a fulcrum, and spiritual energy also needs a material foundation to support it.
Like Shinto City's psychic technology, every magical power has a complex and bloated material basis. It is a powerful force shared by all living beings. The gods have powerful spiritual bodies that can change the weather, change the material form, change the air pressure and sound waves, and change the brain's thinking.
The power of time - all of this requires the support of the essence of the holy beast. Only after constant trial and error through cloning can the correct answer be found.
No matter how you say these small swords, they can only be regarded as mineral materials in nature. Even if B's bone powder is added - they cannot be regarded as Luo Ping'an's essence, nor can they be used as flexibly as the limbs.
But just now, in Xueming's eyes - Brother Ping An could turn them into new "limbs" just by dripping a little blood on the two swords?
"Are you cheating?" Xueming couldn't hold it back for a while and directly said what was in his heart.
Luo Ping'an replied seriously, "It's a long story. We have limited time. Let's talk about it another day? Give me the remaining swords."
"Okay" Xueming didn't intend to get to the bottom of it. It was still six kilometers away from Kanto. In half an hour, he would have to get into the Howling Ridge Tunnel. He had to think carefully about how to get through this.
He delivered a large box of "magic weapons" to Luo Ping'an, and then began to poke Ping'an's brother's arm - he followed the same pattern, stopping immediately after each small sword was stained with only one drop of blood.
Until there was a pockmark on Brother Ping An's arm, Xueming could not understand it more and more.
When these magic weapons were stained with blood, they immediately became lighter. At first they were shaky in his hands, but within a few seconds, the sharp flute sound sounded, as if an invisible person was taking the short instruments from his hands.
The sword was taken away, and the magic weapon floated beside Ping An. In the blink of an eye, he lay down obediently on the platform of the troop carrier and lined up with the other friends.
Seeing that the blood in Brother Ping An's right arm is getting less and less. The arm used to be like white jade, and the fingers were as slender as a woman's hand. About 200 ml of blood was injected into it. Now it has started to turn yellow, and the back of the fingers has become wrinkled.
Visibly old.
Xueming speculated in his heart that maybe the secret lies in this arm. This VIP used pyroxene as the spiritual stone to cultivate his body and incarnation. He is also an immortal species. His understanding of spiritual energy is different from that of the academicians of the secret library.
normal.
Seeing the vehicles entering the city, the giant tower in the distance lit up the beachfront. Without the patron saint, the city has entered a state of emergency. The streets that were originally not crowded with people were completely silent at this moment.
"Get ready." Luo Ping'an drove the car onto the intercity expressway and was about to enter the surrounding area of Shiqiu Town.
Jiang Xueming: "Should we still go through the Howling Ridge Tunnel?"
Luo Ping'an: "I want to go cross-country over mountains, not through tunnels."
Jiang Xueming “Why?”
Luo Ping'an pointed to Howling Ridge outside the passenger window. The railway on one side of the winding mountain road was just 700 meters away and had to go around in several large circles.
"I can hear and see - the monsters underground won't let us go so easily."
"My soul power attribute is related to [the earth]. The shape of my spirit body is like a handful of loess. I can more or less feel what happens underground and what souls are hidden -"
"——The Lao Shizi Mountain God has begun to get angry. If we continue to walk through the Howling Ridge Tunnel, it will be like entering someone's belly. As long as it turns over, the millions of tons of the mountain will crush us to death."
Before he finished speaking, the vehicle crashed out of the isolation belt and drove into the rocky wilderness.
The layers of mineral veins have been squeezed by geological movements and have turned into terrifying ravines. The edges of these ravines reveal the multi-ridged oxide layer of pyrite, which emits a dazzling luster under the illumination of car lights.
The stone beams standing like blades are like monuments built by super-ancient civilization, but all of them are the miraculous workmanship of nature. When the Pacific Plate moves, the brittle and hard rock blocks are crushed into finer gravel and dust.
Following the tides and monsoons, they are stacked in the cracks of more flexible metal mines.
Gold, which is rare on the surface of the earth, is everywhere here. These soft precious objects were the first to pierce the surface of the earth during the geological movement, collided with each other, stood tall and stretched and deformed, turning into bright yellow lines in the wilderness.
Waves".
If there is a mountain of swords in hell, then the mountain of swords would probably look like this.
The tires of the troop carrier were overwhelmed and it climbed through the intricate winding mountains and wilderness of Howling Ridge. After 1,200 meters, the tires were scrapped and the wheels began to scratch the road, emitting more violent sparks.
Brother Hei nervously hugged the co-pilot's headrest, his eyes widened, fearing that he would die inexplicably.
Xueming sweated and saw that the ven mechanism in his right arm was still functioning, and he didn't know how to take it out of his body.
After bypassing two osmium rocks that looked like sharp knives, the vehicle rushed up a short slope and climbed to the top of Howling Ridge. There was still a cliff road of more than 6,000 meters ahead.
At this moment, the vision suddenly opened up, and the sky and the earth gradually became clear.
Looking down from the southwest side of the mountain, Shiqiu Town is located in a "broken bowl". Howling Ridge is like a cradle, blocking most of the sea breeze blowing from Niflheim, leaving the moist water vapor in
It nourishes the plants and nourishes the people of Kanto.
The northeast side is a desolate wasteland, with four volcanic craters standing quietly further away. The nearest one is the main body of the Howling Ridge Tunnel.
The ground began to tremble slightly, and more and more rocks fell from the mountain. The personnel carrier was sparkling with lightning all the way, and its wheels were red and deformed as it had to complete this dead end road.
Xueming struggled to keep his body steady in the car, while Hei Ge was knocked dizzy by the impact. Following the ups and downs of the car body, he flew into the air and fell heavily to the platform. He still stretched his body tightly to avoid falling unconscious on his back.
Awakening meteors take more serious damage.
Luo Pingan shouted loudly.
"Did you see it? The boss of the Anonymous!"
In the observation window of the carriage, at the entrance railway line leading to the Howling Ridge Tunnel from the frontline stronghold, you can get a full view from the top of the mountain.
Xueming's pupils shrank, and suddenly her scalp felt numb and her heart felt cold——
——The mountains are slowly moving.
In his eyes, the exposed cliffs were flashing with red spots of light. Those golden-red lights like magma were like millions of eyes, squeezing each other, twisting each other, and entangled in the depths of the dark abyss.
, and were blown away by the strong wind of the mountain stream.
what is that?
Is this the mountain god of Howling Wind Ridge?
It invaded the underground mineral veins at the entrance and exit of the tunnel. Those bright red tentacles were like the bristles of Pompeii worms. Xueming took out a high-power telescope from her carrying bag and wanted to take a closer look——
——The personnel carrier was so bumpy that it was difficult for his eyes to focus with the optical instruments. The flashing images shocked him out of his mind, and his already extremely poor mental state was even worse.
Pieces of thick golden-red buds flashed through the telescope. According to the scale of the magnification, they were almost twenty meters thick and nearly a hundred meters long. Countless horny scales were densely distributed on these buds, like
The red crystals. A quick glance at those golden things shows that they are powerful currents passing between the horny scales.
Its size is too large. Counting from the deep mountain abyss, what Xueming can see is estimated to be more than 4,000 meters high. As for the part hidden in the mineral veins and mantle electrolyte, there is no way to observe it.
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Rather than saying that this is a sanctified beast, a Pompeii worm blessed by Mother Earth - it is more like it was caught by Mother Earth and became part of the iron-nickel core.
The scale structure of these worm bristles is like millions of windows, and the crystal stone made of bright red volcanic rock is like a coffin. Various virtual phenomena of the human body can be seen, like a coffin that stores the soul.
Xueming finally understood why Elysium had such powerful software resources——
——Whether it is the artificial flesh and blood of the righteous skeleton or the servo body, their hardware equipment is made by the Holy Beast and is connected to Mother Earth.
In the end, the Foehn Regiment still failed to defeat the Mad Butterfly, so they [unified] in this way.
Luo Pingan: "Did you see it?"
Xueming's face was covered with cold sweat, and he nodded dullly, "Yeah."
Luo Ping'an: "It's the last section of the road, let's go around it."
The tremors of the earth are getting stronger and stronger, the vehicle's motor has begun to scream, and half of the eight shock-absorbing arms have been scrapped. It is difficult to go up the mountain, and it will be even harder to go down the mountain.
They found a relatively gentle slope around the southwest side of Howling Ridge, and drove back along the road full of holes and gold iron. Seeing that they were about to rush back to the railway area, Luo Ping'an suddenly grabbed Xueming.
"Close your eyes!"
Xueming immediately followed the instructions and prepared to cover Brother Hei's eyes as well.
As the terrain lowered, the cliff next to the driver's seat suddenly lit up!
Only six meters away, the obsidian volcanic rock cliff wall turned blood red, and the mental pressure almost crushed Xueming into a ball of flesh in an instant.
He felt that the pores all over his body were completely closed, and his lungs seemed to be pressed by a heavy stone. Even though he closed his eyes, he could still see the blood red color through the thin layer of eyelids.
Brother Hei screamed miserably, the wolf-dog suffered a severe mental attack, and the car was filled with the stench of dog urine.
Luo Pingan stared at the wall angrily——
——It is a hair of the Holy Beast. If it is regarded as a hardware servo of the Paradise Space, there are nearly two thousand people from Shinto City living in it.
This is the only way to the railway. If you want to go over the mountain and go back to the official road of the Nine Realms, it is already the safest choice.
"return!"
"return!"
"return!"
Chaotic and violent psychic energy burst out from the scales——
——Just like the noise carried by the undulating rock bursts in the Howling Ridge Tunnel.
Listening to it now, the ups and downs of the plaintive whispers of thousands of people can almost destroy the minds of ordinary people in an instant.
Meteor and Brother Hei were affected, their capillaries burst, and their mouths and noses were bleeding.
"The basic equanimity of things is transformed by words, the basic nothingness is transformed by words, the basic non-action is transformed by words, and the basic morality is transformed by words of benevolence."
Xueming was also confused. When she woke up from her confusion, she heard Luo Pingan speak very quickly and clearly sing the introduction——
——He saw Brother Ping An's spiritual body becoming increasingly blurry, and even his arms turned to flesh and blood and turned into powder.
"Everything changes all the time."
"Every tree has no roots, but has thoughts. The mind is like a dream, and there are three thousand floating worlds."
"It's so intoxicating that it's hard to tell whether it's true or not."
"Between high and low, there is no distinction between near and far. Looking at it comprehensively, gains and losses are like sleeping."
"Nothing is born, there is nothing, there is no movement, black and white, yin and yang are natural."
There was a flute sound, and there was no one in the driver's seat. As if his spiritual energy was exhausted, Luo Pingan's external incarnation also completely disappeared.
The troop carrier rushed down the mountain, and a clear and cold sword light burst out from the carriage!
"The tree has no roots, the flowers are blooming, the sky responds to the stars and the earth responds to the tide."
"The dragon-slaying sword, the tiger-binding sash, the celestial body and the dou ladle."
"Exercise a furnace of true sun and moon and sweep away 3,600."
"Step into the sky, let yourself be free, and your sins and stains on earth will be wiped away in one stroke."
The overwhelming sound, like a high-speed divine word, is getting farther and farther away.
One hundred and thirty-three petite sharp blades jumped into the deep valley——
——They were like mini-fighters, like dexterous chaffinches. They first rushed to the sky near the dome and made a big loop.
Accelerated by natural gravity, at the moment when the sound barrier was broken, the sword blades, densely packed like raindrops, exploded with a continuous strong sound.
The iron rain penetrated into the horny scales, and the volcanic rock that was spilled immediately turned into black dust, and the sky and the earth roared. The small broken car staggered along with Xue Ming and Meteor, and landed on the mountain road.
Finally stopped.
The miserable and shrill "return" came to an abrupt end amidst the crisp sound of the sword, as if he had received a clean slap in the face and no longer dared to complain.
Xueming climbed out of the carriage and saw Brother Hei resting by the railway track with injuries all over his body.
He only felt a sharp pain in his arm. The Venn mechanism lost the blessing of Shinto City and turned into a gray stone. After a while, it turned into powder. The human blood pressure pushed it out of the flesh and fell to the ground with the heart of steel.
On the ground. The ven mechanism that the Ferret Chapter had previously submitted to the Nine Realms also looked like it was scrapped.
After a long time, the black fog had not dispersed. Xueming stopped the bleeding from the wound and finally calmed down a little - they had left the confines of Shinto City and were safe.
At the other end of the mountain range, in the dark abyss, the Pompeii worms that make up the Howling Ridge are still slowly squirming. Thousands of golden-red eyes shine in the thick black fog, just like those of the original seed.
Current activity.
In the frontline stronghold, Luo Ping'an immediately ordered Igarashi Rongxi, the regiment leader who stopped in Guangling.
"Go and get the person back."
After saying this, he fell down on the table and fell asleep immediately.
The sound of his head hitting the table was so loud that the soldiers were so frightened that they dared not speak.