Although it is difficult to breathe, but still breathing.

　　 And it didn't take long for Huai Shi to forget about it, like a silly dog ​​whose head is burrowing into the sand to escape reality.

　　 Don’t worry if there are more lice, and don’t itch if there are too many debts.

In her limited life, Huai Shi understands a truth: no matter how humans work to save money, when it is time for krypton to spend, it will always be spent... If you don’t spend it, someone else might help you spend it. , Or never have the chance to spend again.

Isn't 　　 just money?

　　 Make no more...

　　 has become accustomed to the intense pain of inner twitching, Huaishi held up the tea cup with tears and drank it in one fell swoop.

　　 and then froze in place.

"how do you feel?"

　　 The chief of affairs came up and looked at him expectantly: "I used the new formula this time. The effect should be good, right?"

　　 "...This feeling is so cool!"

　　 Huaishi lowered her head in disbelief, looking at the tea cup in her hand, she felt a wonderful tea fragrance still lingering around her mouth. The tea that was drunk into the abdomen seemed to rise, bringing a continuous and wonderful response, which made him breathe out, sweeping away the depression in his chest and calming his body and mind.

　　 The restless heart also quickly calmed down, feeling a moment of peace.

　　 "How do you cook it?" He carefully sipped the tea soup in the cup, "I'll make some preparations when I go back."

The chief of affairs laughed and looked so relieved: "Sure enough, Mr. Huai Shi, you know how to appreciate art. So, I will write down the method later. Although a lot of it depends on experience to judge, you Try more, you can always achieve my level of excellence."

　　 "Tell me carefully." Huai Shi's eyes lit up and asked.

　　 Just as the two people exchanged tea-making skills and cooking skills, there was a vague roar over their heads.

　　 At this moment, the iron crystal seat was suspended above the sky, but a dark shadow appeared on the iron crystal seat's deck, gradually extending forward.

　　The illusory light source of the giant dome after death is obscured.

　　The sky-covered airship cluster roared and flew by from a higher altitude.

　　 The chief secretary's words stopped a little, and he looked up, staring at the airship cluster crashing away, and couldn't help squinting his eyes.

　　 "I have to say that this angrily retreating posture is really pleasing to the eye."

　　 As he said, he raised his teacup and said goodbye to the ivy emblem on the flagship of the airship, watching the losers leave.

"farewell."

　　 Huaishi lifted her head hard and looked up.

　　 It seems to be able to see vaguely at the top of the flagship, there are two vague shadows overlooking them, but they can't see clearly. But there is an outline that is very familiar.

"farewell."

　　 He raised his hand and waved it vigorously.

　　 The opponent also raised his hand.

　　 cast a shadow of a **** on the deck on the iron crystal seat, and finally made a gesture of a neck.

　　——Scum, I've got you a shark within three days, and I've got all my skin off!

　　 probably means that.

　　 Huaishi raised her eyebrows, shrugged, watched the shadow of the airship fade away, and retracted her gaze.

　　 Continue to drink tea.

　　 Start enjoying the life of salted fish again.

　　 "Speaking of which, there is still good news that I haven't had time to tell you." The secretary said suddenly: "But if you think about it, it's better to let the person concerned come and thank you in person."

　　 "Party?"

　　 Huaishi looked up suspiciously.

　　 Seeing the man not far away who had been waiting for a long time, his eyes widened and he was stunned.

　　 "Look, Huai Shi, you didn't do nothing." The secretary raised his eyebrows happily, "In this hell, at least one person was saved because of you..."

　　 "Condra? "Huai Shi is unbelievable," You, are you alive?"

　　 "Although I don't know why I was selected by the record of the kingdom of heaven, I think it is alive for the time being?"

　　 The thing that was once named ‘Kondra’ is like the spirit bowed his head and stroked his chest to thank you, "Thank you for everything, Mr. Huaishi."

　　 In his hands, a heavy book emerged.

--"Les Miserables".

"Is that right?"

　　 In the sudden surprise, Huaishi couldn't help laughing.

　　 "It seems that occasionally there are good things in hell!"

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　　 "Did you make friends, Liz?"

　　 In the higher sky, on the outer deck above the airship airbag, the old man in the wheelchair turned his head and looked at the angry girl beside him.

　　 Liz turned her head and looked serious: "Can anyone call this kind of relationship a friend, teacher."

　　Michelle smiled: "I think it's good for you to make more friends. If you always look like a high priest, you sometimes feel lonely, right?"

　　 "When I take his skin and offer it to the skinner, sacrifice the viscera to Kukulkan, and sacrifice the heart and head to the first sun, I will consider making friends with the rest of him."

　　 Liz replied seriously: "Besides, I don't think there is any possibility of getting along with that guy. Please take a good rest and recuperate. Don't think about it, please? It's so cold outside, you should go back."

　　 "It's just blowing, what's the problem?"

　　Michelle shook his head indifferently, lowered his head, and looked at the steel bracelet on his wrist that looked like a handcuff. On the small display of the bracelet, there was a slight orange light.

　　 has gradually faded from the red zone, but it has not returned to the safe green zone.

　　 This is proof of soul pollution.

　　 a sign of solidification.

　　He knows his own affairs.

　　 It's like miracles and disasters are often two sides.

　　As an alchemist, it is impossible for Michelle to not know what he is doing.

　　 Exceeding his own limit, regardless of the consequences, rushed to spur miracles and imprints, and spent such a long time in hell...Before this, he was already aware of the possible consequences.

　　 The so-called sublimation and solidification are both concepts relative to the sea of ​​silver, and are terms used to describe and define the state of the soul.

　　 corresponds to the division of the state of matter in physics-liquid, gas and solid.

　　 If the souls of all mankind are turned into an endless ocean, and the sea of ​​silver that supports the three major blockades is liquid, then the sublimate who has moved away from the sea of ​​silver is gaseous. No matter how huge it is, compared to the Sea of ​​Silver, it is as small as a mist of water.

　　 On the contrary, those who fall under the gravity of the abyss and sink into **** will become solid.

　　 is like three different sections on a status bar.

　　 Unfortunately, there is no possibility of reversal, and its changes are often one-way.

　　 Once the Ascended One is separated from the Silver Sea, the Elemental Quality cannot return to the Silver Sea after death. And once the abyss is selected and solidified, the original light ‘gas state’ cannot be restored.

The existence of 　　 sublimers is like a barrier layer between the solid state represented by **** and the liquid state represented by the present.

　　 Once unable to resist the erosion of hell, the soul will usher in the assimilation of **** in the dissolution of the stigmata, and finally solidify and form again.

　　 It's like smashing the original thing and then putting it together again, no longer what it used to be.

　　The price of soul sublimation is to face hell.

　　The side effect of embracing miracles is that disasters will follow.

　　 represents the stigmata of ‘miracle’, and the calamity that represents ‘the abyss’, both of them originate from the same source, but they are expressed in completely different ways.

　　 The sublimator is endowed with miracles, and the solidification is the calamity itself.

　　 Even if they only appear in the reality, it will increase the distortion of the entire reality. Even if they don't do anything, they themselves will accelerate the current decline.

　　 Not to mention, in order to pursue distortion, they will do so crazy things.

　　 This is no longer within the control of subjective will.

　　 Just like the stigmata instinctively chasing miracles and pursuing the realization of their own destiny, the calamity after solidification will also desire to grow.

　　 One is the spread of growth and the other is the swallowing of death. This is essentially different.

　　Any coagulant will be treated as a cancer cell by the current situation, and an enemy by the Sea of ​​Silver, not to mention the hunting and eradication of the Astronomical Society, the three major blockades suppressed...

　　 And now, Michelle even feels incredible.

　　 He is still alive, but there are some signs and signs of freezing, and he has not completely fallen into the abyss.

　　 In addition to the scary Ivy League’s own medical technology, I can only say that luck is incredible.

　　 Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the gods for their blessing.

　　 But Michelle alone felt that maybe... there is a possibility of shame.

　　——The **** Mikhail deliberately kept his hand, and even indirectly interfered with the extent of his erosion, deliberately chose passive defense, and did not give him a chance to cross the deadly boundary.

　　 Do not allow him to fall into that ugly state...

　　 Just thinking of this possibility, Michele couldn't help but shamefully want to dictate himself.

　　 That guy knew for a long time that he wouldn't be grateful for him even if he was alive, but he still made a choice. This kind of lofty mercy and charity, compared with freezing and death, Michelle really didn't know which one made him more painful.

　　 In the high-altitude cold wind, the old man in the wheelchair took a breath and sighed softly: "Autism or arrogance, which one is more annoying, Liz."

　　 Liz thought for a while and shook her head: "I don't know, it feels very troublesome."

　　 "Yes, it's very troublesome. You shouldn't have a relationship with such a person in the first place. It's best to let him go far away and never show up in front of you."

　　 Michelle was talking, watching the fading outline of the iron crystal seat in the distance, but couldn't help laughing at herself.

　　 Rather than having a happy memory, and finally turning each other into an enemy, it is better to be disgusting with each other at the beginning. Wouldn't it be better to not have more contacts?

　　 suddenly recalled something decades ago.

　　 Those are memories that are still so vivid today.

　　 In the dim sunlight in the afternoon, he first saw the silent boy next to the teacher.

　　 The young man lowered his head and slightly pursed his lips. He didn't dare to look up at others' eyes. His black hair was glowing with golden light in the sunset.

　　 Teacher said, "His name is Mikhail, which is the same as yours..."

　　 When he smiled and stretched out his hand to express kindness to the teenager, did you expect the current scene?

　　 He sighed and closed his eyes melancholy.

　　 The final counterattack came to an end.

　　 After all, it failed.

　　 "I'm sorry, teacher." Liz lowered her head, not knowing how to face him: "If at that time I..."

　　 "What does this have to do with you, Liz."

　　Michelle looked up, looked at her guilty look, couldn't help but laughed: "Does the teacher's failure still require students to take responsibility? It's too shameful.

　　 Besides, in the face of such an enemy, such a glorious hero, who dares to say that he is sure of victory? "

　　 Liz did not speak.

　　 "Look up, Liz."

　　Michelle laughed, stretched out her hand, and patted her shoulder: "It's just a loss, don't take it to heart... The teacher loses a game, why even the students become dejected?"

　　 He said, "Let’s go back, the wind outside is too strong."

　　 Liz nodded, pushed up the wheelchair, and walked towards the opened door.

　　 While sleepy, Michelle heard the words of the girl behind him.

　　 "If the teacher hasn't finished, please leave it to me."

　　 In the silence, Liz softly promised: "I will win and keep winning-until everyone knows that Liz Hertmok's teacher is Michelle."

　　 Michelle was stunned for a long time.

　　 couldn't help but laugh.

　　 "Okay."

　　 Michelle smiled and nodded, "The things that the teacher can't do, you have to work hard."

　　 This is the agreement between the master and the apprentice.

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　　 "Don't bother them, let's take care of the rest."

　　 In the cabin, Pan Delong looked at the scene under surveillance. For a long time, he retracted his gaze and looked up in front of him.

　　 Behind a layer of transparent separation walls, before the scholars and alchemists passing by, the wreckage suspended by countless devices-a huge creation like a dormant warehouse.

　　 That is the only trophy of the ivy, the last wreck of the heart of the permafrost.

　　 One of the disasters left by the casters.

　　——Eternal Life Machine!

　　 "Second prize."

　　 The old man sighed softly: "Although I didn't get the heart of the furnace, but with this thing, the construction period of the'Solar Calendar Stone' can be shortened at least by a bit."

　　 Along with the final seal injection, a torrent of liquid source material was poured into the isolation chamber, which quickly became frozen, and this precious calamity sample was completely sealed.

　　The immortal machine has been saved.

"Let's go."

　　 Pan Delong retracted his sight, turned and walked towards the bridge.

　　 Not long after, amidst the roar, a huge wind tunnel opened at the end of hell.

　　 The mighty airship cluster left, no longer nostalgic.

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"have they gone?"

　　 On the bridge of the iron crystal seat, the master waved his hand indifferently and switched the projection of the big screen. So huge design drawings emerged from the transmission, almost occupying the entire bridge.

　　 But even with such a huge scale, it is still impossible to clearly show the details one by one, and can only barely show some outlines.

　　 "The scale of the project is much larger than expected." The Grand Master frowned, "I'm afraid I can't complete it with the iron crystal seat alone."

　　 "Of course it's not just you. I have used the dragon flute to transmit the signal. About half a month later, "Red Deer" and "Grey Stork" will report."

　　 Russell said: "Except for Shirato's other tasks, the four campuses in the abyss will follow your command. All the power of the ivory tower in **** is in your hands, Mikhail."

　　 "Still not enough." The Grand Master shook his head.

"After all, it is not the time when the ideal country was still there, and the family's big business can be splurge freely. You must learn to be frugal." Russell sighed: "We have limited conditions, you always have to be frugal... Besides, a whole mechanized hell, all It's ready-made, right in front of your eyes. Hasn't this solved the most arduous work?"

　　 "Do you think alchemy is to build a house?"

Mikhail glared at him: "Even the **** that has been mechanized~lightnovelpub.net~ can't be used casually! It's not that easy to recast the giants of the underworld! Do you expect me to be a defective product? Come out?"

　　 "What if we retreat to second place?"

　　 Russell asked suddenly, "If we don’t rebuild Osiris?"

　　 Grand Master frowned: "You play with me to change the set of requirements? Would you like to redo several versions of the design for you?"

　　 "No, I mean, isn't there two of the fifth steps of the Eternal Path?"

　　 Russell said calmly, "Osiris is no longer suitable for this era, Mikhail.

　　 What the national pedigree needs today is not a war weapon that destroys everything, but a camp where you can cultivate and rest, a temporary home, a retreat, and an existence that can replace the ‘land of nothing’. "

　　 Along with Russell's words, the design drawing suspended in the bridge suddenly changed.

　　 The giant that originally supported the sky and created the underworld disappeared. Instead, it was replaced by a majestic and sacred outline. It is also the fifth-order of the heavenly genealogy and the path of eternity, and it is also a huge miracle like a man-made god...

　　 In the silence, the eyes of the Grand Master gradually lit up.

　　 "——Heaven Fortress Horus!"

　　

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