Blood fever.

Alchemists call such symptoms this way.

The chain reaction triggered by a large amount of **** deposits and the essence of the abyss in the body has caused the alchemy poison that has penetrated into the body bit by bit during years of contact with miracles and disasters.

Excessive miracles and disasters depend on them. Once they enter the restless period, the source substance will quickly split, interfere with the body, and produce a terrifying fever.

This is the love from Molten.

The sick alchemist would be proud of it instead.

If you don't go too deep on this path, if you can't forge the purest miracles and disasters, you will definitely not have such profound karma.

This is not a symptom that cannot be suppressed and relieved.

For Garandon, this is even more true.

Only the timing is wrong, in such an awkward joint.

Neither blood exchange nor silver cellar cooling is possible. In the environment of the lunar surface, Gallandeon can only manage to restrain it. Through dialysis, the high heat in the body can be dissipated as quickly as possible, and then the medicine can be injected physically. Way to freeze and cool this portion of high heat.

When the old man got up from the melting seat half an hour later, there was no more scorching breath on his body.

Instead, it exudes bursts of bitter cold.

His eyes turned into frozen pure white.

When the door was pushed open, the noisy alchemists in the lounge finally calmed down.

Literally, quiet down in the cold.

The chill is pressing.

Among the anxious alchemists, someone spoke up and said, "Grandmaster, we must set off immediately, and if we delay it, we still don't know what's going to happen."

Garlandeon stood on his cane and walked forward slowly, but said indifferently: "There is still no one to come."

"Aren't everyone here?"

A red-haired alchemist stood up and retorted: "When are we going to delay? Just to wait for a latecomer?"

Ragnar Sewardsen, the alchemist of the [Silver Stele] at the Roman Workshop.

This bearded middle-aged man has red hair in the literal sense, bright red like fire, and the hair is scarlet.

What is more concerning is his one-eyed.

After losing his left eye, his right eye became weird and scary, and his pupils wandered irregularly in his eye sockets, cold and indifferent.

Everything and everything show their true face under the reflection of that pupil.

Including the Grand Master Garland in front of him.

In his eyes, the old man looked like a solemn skeleton bathed in lava, with a triple crown on his head and a three-pronged spiral scepter in his hand, majestic and hideous.

That is the true posture of Garland after throwing away the appearance of weakness, creating miracles and disasters for himself.

——The Eye of True Seeing.

This is a technique unique to the Nordic genealogy, imitating the ritual performed by the once omniscient **** Odin, hanging upside down in **** for seven days and nights, offering one of his eyes and all his vision to the abyss, the perception of alienation obtained.

This is also a mystery in alchemy, but sacrifice will not always pay off, and there are very few who can succeed.

It is also the capital he dared to question the great master.

He is not far from that boundary...

"It's not time to start yet, Ragnar." Garland gave him a calm look. "Send every alchemist invited to Helios. This is my duty."

"An executioner of the Astronomical Society? A hero of Danbo? Ha, what does he do in alchemy!" Ragner sneered, "If you need a brainless thug, isn't it enough here!"

"Ragna, pay attention to your words!"

There was a hoarse voice, like a piece of iron rubbing, so sharp and stinging people's eardrums.

In front of the corner window, the burly man with a long stick turned his head. He was not dressed like the other alchemists here, but in a leather jacket and jeans that had suffered from vicissitudes, with a hunting knife stuck in his waist.

There was a burst of cold light in his eyes, and an uncompromising killing intent emerged.

He warned word by word: "Human patience has a limit."

It was the Russian metal master Valery Ugarov, who had already avenged Ragner ten years ago.

Ragnar grinned and was about to sneer, but Garlandon suddenly took a step forward, looking at him with pale eyes, and the coldness made his smile stiff for a moment.

Immediately, there was a gleeful laugh from the crowd.

"——He can't come!"

It's Rachel.

The alchemist with the silver mirror in his hand grinned and mocked indifferently: "The guy who doesn't know the height of the sky and the earth is looking for a dead end!"

Under the prying eyes of the silver mirror, the source quality fluctuations hundreds of kilometers away projected, and the violent changes made everyone on the scene startle.

I don't know how tragic fighting would create such a aftermath.

Beside, the young man smoking a cigar frowned slightly, but did not speak.

But then, his movements were stagnant, his complexion changed suddenly, and the whole figure slipped off the sofa as if oiled, almost turned into an afterimage, and instantly appeared behind Garandon.

Everyone was instantly alert: "What the **** are you doing, Izzy!"

But before they could react, Galandeon's stick suddenly fell towards the ground, and in the deep voice, complicated alchemy secrets emerged from that stick.

A ray of brilliant light emerged from the cane, illuminating everyone's eyes.

That is the most well-known and most well-known result of alchemy-turning stones into gold!

In an instant, the bright golden color spread, almost covering the entire lounge.

But faster than it is the flame of explosion.

It's a rare accident in a century-

A small omission from the water circulation system caused water seepage. The low-temperature freezing cracked the cable rubber and caused a short circuit under the interference of moisture. A chain reaction caused an open flame in the vehicle maintenance room.

A mechanic who was adding fuel was ignited.

In the end, it caused an explosion that swept through most of the base!

The terrifying air pressure and temperature instantly spread from outside the lounge, destroying the walls and rushing into the room. Even the changing gold could not completely intercept the flying fragments.

But with the opportunity that Galandeon was fighting for, all the alchemists activated the life-saving border relics on their bodies. The brilliance, flying metal or the cold liquid water flowed over, blocking the first high temperature impact.

The explosive noise and the wailing of broken cabin panels were mixed together. In an instant, the outermost cabin panel of the lounge was torn to shreds. The vacuum endlessly sucked in thin air, forming a storm, pulling everything People flew outside with the fire.

The terrible low temperature and suffocation and even the change of air pressure hit.

Several alchemists rolled on the ground, and before they could get up, they lay in the moon dust, vomiting blood with difficulty.

"The sun is the father, the moon is the mother, bred from the wind, and nurtured from the ground—"

A deep chant sounded from the rapid thin air, and then the symbols of the four major elements emerged and intertwined.

On the surface of this moon, under the reflection of the sun, in the gust of wind and the dancing of moondust, the alchemy was completed in an instant, in the hands of Galandeon.

The invisible protection spread from his feet, and instantly enveloped most of the burning and exploding research base, bringing them a ray of precious oxygen and protection.

Blessings.

Until now, there are still people who have not reacted to what happened to them.

Everyone was in a panic. Only Izzy, the most sensitive, was unharmed, even with a cigar in his mouth.

After patted the eggplant dust falling on the collar, he showed a look of fear.

Others have coughed up blood violently under the drastic changes in air pressure, and even lost consciousness. Because lunar operations are full of dangers, similar prevention and remedial systems are quite complete.

Soon, under the organization of the base researchers, the search and rescue team began to quickly search for survivors. Several unconscious alchemists were sent to temporarily remodeled operation vehicles for surgery.

The rest of the people also put on spacesuits, except for the Grand Master, all wrapped in heavy protection.

Rao is so, there are still accidents.

There was a hole in Ragner's spacesuit, and Valery's spacesuit was impacted in the explosion, and it turned out that pure oxygen was released.

If it is not carefully checked, it will not be found at all.

The earthy-faced stationmaster repeatedly assured everyone that he had already checked, and he personally led the team during the routine security check yesterday, and there was no problem at all.

Except for the grumpy Ragnar who was still scolding, the expressions of the others suddenly became gloomy.

There is no doubt that this is a curse.

The curse of calamity...

A curse against all alchemists present.

"Sorry, I can't stand it anymore, I quit." A younger alchemist took a few steps back and said with an earthy face: "I will pay for breaching the contract, but I can't bear such inexplicable things happening to me. Body."

With that said, he took out a border relic from the material bag he carried, and even though he was heartache, he still gritted his teeth and handed it in.

But Galandeon did not accept it.

"The cost of breach of contract is paid by the Shigama Society. It is the responsibility of the Shikama Society to happen this kind of thing." Garlandon glanced at him and said solemnly, "But your qualifications have to be transferred, is it okay?"

The young man nodded, and soon Garland nodded, took the token from him, and gave it to a disciple behind him.

The exit hurried away.

"There are still people who want to withdraw. I won't stop them. The conditions are still the same as before." Garland said: "Is there anyone else? The departure time is approaching. This is the last chance."

Until the end, a total of four people withdrew, and the places of these four people were replaced by the disciples of Galandeon.

The number of thirty people has not decreased.

But the atmosphere visible to the naked eye is low.

Standing on the icy surface of the moon, staring at the extinguishing and extinguishing lights in the wreckage ahead, everyone's expressions were gloomy.

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People can't help but want to shiver.

Unbalanced breathing.

But just in this silence, in the channel, there were intermittent and fine sounds.

The current is mixed, as if the signal is bad.

Gradually clear.

As a result, the broken whistle gradually healed, and the cheerful tune echoed in everyone's ears in the sound of electricity, like a mockery from afar, making everyone's face gloomy.

"Who the **** is whistling!" Valery snarled furiously: "Can't you just shut your mouth!"

At this time, even whistling in a public microphone, either without brain or conscience.

But the whistle in the public channel did not stop, but became clearer.

More and more cheerful.

Full of peace and joy, as if feeling happiness from the heart.

In the gap between the whistle, there were even people singing happily.

"Dinkling bells, jingle bells, jingle bells~ how happy we are, we are sitting on the sleigh~"

In the silence, only singing echoed.

Everyone looked around at each other, and finally noticed the gradual enlargement and emergence of the distant horizon.

Countless silver-white moondusts flew up under the impact, as if they had become snow flakes, flying in a low-gravity vacuum.

So beautiful.

Under the influence of a huge dog-shaped creature, the rope kneaded by the cable stretched straight, and the rough welded sled rolled forward, and the speed was incredible~lightnovelpub.net~ It was like a galloping car. The train on the moon!

Loaded with heavy ‘gifts’, the bright red figure sitting on the front of the car is singing happily.

In this way, after passing through the silent earth that no one has stepped on for thousands of years, it drifted, it accelerated, it flicked its tail, and it made two revolutions, and it even drove backwards when it was happy.

"what is that?"

Wagner even wanted to lift the mask, rubbed his eyes, and asked dryly, "Santa?"

In the silence, no one responded.

Everyone was stunned to witness a wonder that had never been seen in the deepest nightmare.

On the ground of the moon, a man in a bright red spacesuit sat on a simple three-wheeled sleigh, clutching the reins, galloping under the pull of a giant dog, singing loudly.

The dog even fluttered its **** vacuum, with a look of excitement, as if it was not at all uncomfortable and not good. When its saliva fell on the ground, it froze into crystal frost.

When countless flashes of moondust fly up, it is like Santa Claus in a fairy tale of the wasteland descending here.

After breaking through the blizzard, he sat on the sleigh, galloping across the field, laughing and singing.

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Until the end, the sled stopped in a beautiful flick in front of them.

"Excuse me, am I late?"

The driver jumped down from above, patted his head, and looked at the Kepler base that was still burning and exploding in front of him, as well as the figures divided into two columns.

Frozen for a moment.

As if flattered.

"Wow, line up to welcome? Are you planning a bonfire party?"

Huai·Santa Claus·Shi asked curiously: "Is Shikama learned so passionately!"

silence.

In the long silence, no one responded.