Blood fever.

　　

　　 Alchemists call such symptoms.

　　

　　 The chain reaction triggered by a large amount of **** precipitation and the essence of the abyss in the body after the precipitation, in the long-term contact with miracles and disasters, bit by bit the alchemy poison infiltrated into the body.

　　

　　Too huge miracles and disasters depend on it. Once it enters the restless period, the source substance will quickly split, interfere with the body, and produce a terrifying fever.

　　

　　 This is the love from the molten fire.

　　

　　A sick alchemist would be proud of it instead.

　　

　　 If you don't go too far on this path, if you can't forge the purest miracles and disasters, you will never have such profound karma.

　　

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

　　

　　 For Garandon, this is especially 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, Galandeon now can only manage to restrain, and 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 after half an hour, there was no more scorching breath on his body.

　　

　　 instead 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, calm down in the cold.

　　

　　 The chill is pressing.

　　

　　 Among the anxious alchemists, someone said, "Grandmaster, we must set off right away. If we delay it, we still don’t know what's going to happen."

　　

　　Galanderon supported his cane and walked forward slowly, but said indifferently: "There are still people who haven't arrived."

　　

　　 "Aren't everyone here?"

　　

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

　　

　　Ragna Servaldson, the alchemist of the [Silver Stele] at the Roman Workshop.

　　

　　 This bearded middle-aged man has red hair in the literal sense, bright red as fire, with scarlet wisps in the hair.

　　

　　 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 Great Master Garland in front of him.

　　

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

　　

　　 That is the true posture of Garland after throwing away the appearance of weakness, the miracle and disaster of good fortune.

　　

　　——The Eye of True Seeing.

　　

　　 This is a technique unique to the Nordic pedigree, 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 secret instrument in alchemy, but sacrifice will not always pay off, and there are very few people who can succeed.

　　

　　 is also the capital of his dare to question the great master.

　　

　　 He is not far away from that boundary...

　　

　　 "It's not time to start yet, Ragnar." Garland glanced at him calmly: "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!" Ragnar 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 the corner window, the burly man with a long stick turned his head. He was not dressed like the other alchemists here, but dressed in a vicissitudes of life jacket and jeans, 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 Valery Ugarov, the Russian metal master who had already feuded with Ragnar 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 anymore!"

　　

　　 is Rachel.

　　

　　The alchemist with the silver mirror in his hand grinned and mocked indifferently: "The guy who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth is simply seeking his own death!"

　　

　　 Under the prying eyes of the silver mirror, the source mass fluctuation projected from hundreds of kilometers away, and the violent change caused everyone present to be shocked.

　　

　　 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, Ezzy!"

　　

　　 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 achievement in alchemy-turning stones into gold!

　　

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

　　

　　 can be faster than it is the flame of the explosion.

　　

　　 is simply a rare accident in a century——

　　

　　 A small omission from the water circulation system caused water seepage. The low-temperature freeze cracked the cable rubber and caused a short circuit under the interference of moisture. The 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, breaking the walls and pouring into the room. Even the changing gold could not completely intercept the flying fragments.

　　

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

　　

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

　　

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

　　

　　 Several alchemists rolled on the ground, before they could get up, they slumped in the moondust, 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 elements emerged and intertwined.

　　

　　 On the surface of this month, under the sun, the gust of wind and the dancing of moondust, the alchemy is completed in an instant, in the hands of Garandon.

　　

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

　　

　　 Blessing.

　　

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

　　

　　Everyone was in a panic, except Izzy, who had the most sensitive response, was unharmed, even with a cigar in the corner of his mouth.

　　

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

　　

　　 Some 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 quickly began to search for survivors. Several unconscious alchemists were sent to temporarily remodeled operation vehicles for surgery.

　　

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

　　

　　Rao is so, there are still accidents appearing constantly.

　　

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

　　

　　 If you haven't checked it carefully, you can't find it at all.

　　

　　 The earth-colored stationmaster repeatedly assured everyone that he had already checked. He also led the team personally 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...

　　

　　 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 the price of breaching the contract, but I can't bear such inexplicable things happening to me. Body."

　　

　　 As he 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 Garandon didn't accept it.

　　

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

　　

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

　　

　　 The quitter hurriedly left.

　　

　　 "There are still people who want to withdraw. I won't stop them. The conditions are still the same as before." Garland said, "Anyone else? The time to take off is coming soon. This is the last chance."

　　

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

　　

　　 The number of thirty people has not decreased.

　　

　　 But the atmosphere visible to the naked eye is low.

　　

　　 stood on the icy surface of the moon, staring at the fire extinguishing light emerging from the wreckage ahead, and everyone's expressions were uncertain.

　　

　　Clearly wrapped in a heavy spacesuit, he still felt the deep chill of outer space seeping into his bones bit by bit.

　　

　　 makes people want to shiver.

　　

　　 Breathing imbalance.

　　

　　 But in this silence, in the channel, there are intermittent and small sounds.

　　

　　 Current is mixed with it, as if the signal is bad.

　　

　　 gradually became clear.

　　

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

　　

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

　　

　　 At this time, I still open a public microphone to whistle, which is either brainless or conscientious.

　　

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

　　

　　 more and more cheerful.

　　

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

　　

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

　　

　　 "Ding jingle, jingle jingle, jingle bells~ how happy we are, we are sitting on a sleigh~"

　　

　　 In the dead silence, only singing echoed.

　　

　　 Everyone looked around, looking 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 pull of a huge dog-shaped creature, the rope kneaded by the cable stretched straight, and the rough-welded sleigh rolled forward, with incredible speed.

　　

　　 is like a train galloping on the moon!

　　

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

　　

　　 In this way, it passed through the silent ground that no one had 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 has never been seen in this deepest nightmare~lightnovelpub.net~ On the moon, a man in a bright red spacesuit sits on a simple three-wheeled sleigh, Holding the reins, galloping under the pull of a giant dog, singing loudly.

　　

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

　　

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

　　

　　 Breaking through the heavy snow, he sat on the sleigh, galloping across the field, laughing and singing.

　　

　　 There was a long laugh.

　　

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

　　

　　 "Sorry, 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.

　　

　　 was taken aback.

　　

　　 seems flattered.

　　

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

　　

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

　　

　　 Silence.

　　

　　 In the long silence, no one responded.