Another Side.15 · [Resurgence · Rising from the Ashes]
Foreword:
Love is a sweet pain.
[ --William Shakespeare]
Love is never satisfied.
[ --Victor Hugo]
Love is often far more powerful than hate.
[--Wang Chaowen]
Love is always bitter; don't expect it to appear out of thin air like a beautiful dream.
[ --George Gordon Byron]
Life is like a flower, and love is its sweetness.
[--Charles Robert Darwin]
[Part 1: Fan Referral Campaign]
[Materialism] has ceased its activity, but Jason Megan cannot leave the rotor control center. He is like Tang Ji Quixote, with no way to retreat. If he were to fall off the wild horse Surter at this moment, this massive suit of armor and this rotting body would likely collapse.
There's no turning back. Under the erosion of the Water People, materialism can't even turn around. It's impossible for people to swim back in this Dead Sea.
They're trapped here, waiting to die.
Jason persisted for eight hours, maintaining a high level of combat readiness for forty-seven minutes—a willpower unimaginable to ordinary people.
This is completely different from Jason's own description of himself as "a cowardly guy with extremely high Inspiration but weak will and spirit."
When humans experience spiritual pressure at Niflheim, due to the limitations of their sensory organs, even the most Inspiration powerful individuals suffer extremely limited mental damage.
--But giants are different. From a materialist perspective, the phrase "the tallest tree catches the most wind" is no longer sufficient to describe their compressive load capacity.
Jason Megan and Surter were of one mind and body, using a small water pipe powered by sixteen watts of electricity from Homo sapiens, and enduring the spiritual pressure perceived by [Materialism], who was nearly three hundred meters tall.
The flesh within this steel body was constantly transmitting abnormal electrical signals to Jason from every neuron and the body's natural reflexes.
As much as Surter is suffering, so is Jason Megan.
This feeling is ten times more painful than waterboarding during torture and six times more painful than childbirth.
Fortunately--
Jason pulled through.
He was sweating profusely in the control center, his body was repeatedly dehydrated and rehydrated, his cheeks turned red and then white, and his abdominal bloating was followed by severe spasms.
Unnatural eye movements indicate that his mental state is close to madness.
He needed to drink water and eat every sixteen minutes. After a massive influx of information into his brain, the intense reactions of his neural synapses made his metabolism extremely fast. Half of his hair had fallen out, and a beard had grown out, making him look like a wild man.
He regained the physique of a twenty-seven-year-old.
However, it was not due to the effect of "Immortal Lune" solidifying time.
The accelerated metabolism made him look younger and his skin more radiant. Repeated hydration cleared away the pigments that had accumulated in the dermis for many years, equivalent to the intensity of a cosmetic surgery. Dead skin on his face shed along with this dramatic physical change, like a butterfly struggling in its cocoon to reveal its supple wings.
Wendy Mills: "Are you still going to keep going?"
Jason didn't say anything.
He no longer had the energy to speak.
There are many reasons that enabled humanity to reach the realm of gods.
To explain each point in detail, we must start with Jason's Soul Power.
The ability of the [Windmill] is to cut whole things into fragments without changing the atomic and electronic structure, allowing people to observe and explore the mysteries of matter.
When the superpower of Soul Power is dispelled, the people and objects attacked by Soul Power will become whole again.
The twenty-four Lapis Lazuli mixed with Surter's cerebrospinal fluid also withstood the soul power attack of [Windmill]. These lapis lazuli stones were like capacitors in an electrical circuit. Jason's attempt to forcibly shut down Surter's actions and shut down the Fire Giant's power core was controlled by these twenty-four Lapis Lazuli.
The spiritual pressure from Niflheim is transmitted to the spinal cord center through Surter's nerve endings. When it reaches the cerebellum, these Lapis Lazuli can filter out some of the noise. After all, the input and output power of the pyroxene stones is limited, and it is impossible to expect them to be as sensitive as Surter's native spinal nerves.
On the other hand--
Jason Megan felt a sense of relief.
Thank goodness!
Fortunately, before this trip, he received training at one of the world's leading special operations forces.
The pain from spiritual pressure is far more intense than waterboarding and light and sound torture, but it's bearable.
He knew perfectly well how to remain conscious amidst suffering.
You need to provide your brain with enough oxygen, but you shouldn't breathe heavily because of pain or dizziness.
When the lungs and diaphragm lose control, it can cause a side stitch, coughing, and the inhalation of foreign objects.
Once oxygen is lacking, fatigue will immediately cause blood pressure to drop, and bodily functions will also decline. The endocrine cycle of bodily organs will be disrupted, making it difficult to resist the brain's involuntary "sleep" command.
Wendy isn't in my dreams!
Wendy was right beside him!
Dreams can't come true!
You have to do everything you can to fight against the natural peristalsis of your intestines and stomach cramps.
Once you vomit, it's not just a matter of being embarrassed. The strong stomach acid will corrode the upper respiratory tract and tonsils. When vomit enters the nasopharynx, the sensitive mucous membranes are even more strongly irritated, and if the vomit is disturbed, everything is over.
These things--
These are all techniques taught by SAS instructors, used to combat the pain and fatigue of brutal punishments.
Besides willpower, spirit, and pyroxene.
Most importantly, there is [love].
Love is often far more powerful than hate.
Even in the mundane world, one can still hear mysterious stories of children being caught in the wheels of a van, and their parents working together to lift it up.
The magical power of love can be glimpsed in various bizarre urban legends.
At this moment, Jason Megan never wants to experience what he once lost again.
He could no longer see Wendy Mills.
Surter's spiritual essence savagely occupied Jason's optic nerve center, allowing him to see only the distant black ocean, the deeper trenches, and the far-off mist.
Wendy floated beside her employer, having long since shed her human skin illusion and become a Soul Power humanoid composed of azure glass fluid and gold.
She could sense the stubbornness in her employer; it was a strong expression of love.
Whatever Niflheim may have, whatever the answer may be.
Jason Megan, at this moment, just wants to open its door and see it clearly.
Wendy said calmly, "In that case, I'm too lazy to try and persuade you anymore."
The echoes from the iron walls of the rotor control center reached Jason's ears.
"Employer, since we rarely see each other again, let me say something else. Something you'd like to hear."
"You've made so many friends, and these people are really amazing."
"I walked with you for a very long time, a very long time, and I've never seen such magnificent and strange people."
"We are really lucky to be your waiters, I feel honored."
Jason: "Me too."
Almost with all his might, his jaw clenched, a hoarse response came from his throat— Jason nearly fainted while trying to activate the language processing area of his brain.
Wendy timed it perfectly, refilling her employer's tank with electrolyte solvent, as if she were cooling and recharging Surter's core processor. "Just shut up and listen carefully."
"At first, we didn't understand Ming De's intentions. The little cat was full of mysterious ritualistic feeling, yet it kept saying that it wanted to break superstition. It was very interesting."
"It likes to act as a matchmaker, a go-between—giving people the superpower of [love]."
"At first, we all thought that perhaps because the structure of modern society is built on the family, people have attachments and things to protect, and they will more or less be guided onto the right path."
"But when I met you again, I found that your self-destructive desires were much stronger than before, just like that Lord of Cinder. So I started to ponder this principle again."
"After much thought, I finally understood something."
"The relationship between waiter and employer seems to be more complicated than I imagined; we were wrong from the start."
"Even what Jiang Xueming, that big boy, thought might be slightly off."
"We are not soulmates, nor are we [another self]—not the best-chosen partner in Polarized Sextant."
"The BOSS is imitating the Madness Butterfly."
"In the most ancient times, a meteorite struck the earth, destroying the world's most powerful Dragon Race."
"The gymnosperms were burned away by this powerful natural fire, creating a wasteland, and the ecological niche of the Trichoptera was impacted."
"The angiosperms prepared their flowers and nectar early on, giving all their love to the new lepidopteran life."
"Lepidoptera butterflies have been waiting since the Pleistocene, for a hundred million years, and finally they have their own space."
"These butterflies act as matchmakers for the flowers, connecting two blossoms and conveying their destiny. This contractual relationship continues to this day without change."
"No matter how we interpret it, or how we try to understand it using poetic language, we cannot decipher its true meaning."
"This is what Ming De is doing: pollinating us and absorbing nectar to survive."
Life is truly amazing!
"Employer, can you still hear my voice?"
If you are still conscious, I hope to walk with you.
"Let's go see what's in that ocean."
"In the past, I would have stopped you."
"But now, you are not alone."
"Your companions will definitely help you get there."
The flame of materialism gradually went out.
Six hours have passed since its last activity.
The rain had been falling continuously for six hours.
The control centers of all parts of the machine are now empty. To conserve energy, people are gathered in the core area of the Fireman's fuel and ammunition storage, relying on the nuclear reactor for warmth.
From a materials science perspective, the steel frame of a materialist structure must never be exposed to sub-zero temperatures, as the cold brittleness of the metal will make it vulnerable and brittle, Gate of Death.
The nuclear fission reactor located in the chest cavity and at the heart becomes a boiling water boiler, providing the basic temperature for the entire torso through a complex temperature-controlled pipeline.
Apart from Xue Ming and Teacher A Ling.
Everyone else sat or lay on various parts of the elevator platform, shivering as they leaned against the heating pipes.
A Xing and William's madness levels were extremely high. Their faces were deathly pale. The two thighs of the head of the power department were very close to the Dead Sea, only about fifty meters away vertically. They had inhaled a large amount of chiral molecular toxins and were under spiritual pressure several times that of the combat department and damage control department.
The two older children were asleep, but they still looked shivering and miserable.
It seems that even in their dreams, terrifying and indescribable monsters are still chasing them.
Scattered around them were dust bags containing military rations and flatbreads; the food was all gone, and there were traces of vomit.
3301 and Katusha fell asleep leaning against the warm water jug in the tool shed.
The two VIPs and Xue Ming remained awake and did not take a nap.
Jiang Xueming's extraordinary mental strength and will to survive sustained him, making him a master of staying up all night to cultivate immortality.
Su Ling's teacher was an ancient Qi cultivator, an eccentric immortal who regarded the six transformations as the stages of immortal cultivation.
Xia Xia is the direct blood donor of the wolf mother, and her extraordinary physique gives her brain plenty of energy to combat fatigue.
After materialism ceased its activities, Xue Ming was constantly busy switching all departments to safe power, reducing power output, and handing everything over to the signal source of the spinal cord.
After finishing the firefighting and basic maintenance work, he had some free time.
Xue Ming was helpless when it came to structural damage.
Like the wounds on the right arm and right leg of materialism, which are damage the size of a building of more than ten stories, they are not something that can be repaired by manpower in a few hours or a day or two.
The number of Little Firemen is decreasing rapidly. Surter's subordinates can compensate for the damage to the outer armor, but the steel cables, as a muscular structure, in conjunction with the diesel engine power unit, and the mechatronic wiring, all these complex engineering tasks must be completed by cranes, cantilever beams, and other machinery.
There's nothing to do but wait.
So Xue Ming and Teacher A Ling began to learn from each other.
"Teacher A Ling, you should fire your gun like this."
What is rare to see is--
-- Su Ling does indeed have a lot to learn from Jiang Xueming regarding traditional American martial arts.
From the elevator platform, you can look up and see the heart of Surter, a dense steel beam framework with many padded copper sleeves.
Xue Ming then brought over smaller spare parts to use as flexible metal targets and temporarily set up a shooting teaching area in an open space in the chest area.
He grabbed Su Ling's wrist with his left hand, while simultaneously thrusting his right arm to fire the gun.
"Do you pull the slide or use the release button to unlock during combat?"
Su Ling: "Pull the sleeve"
"This won't do." Jiang Xueming's gun was already in place, and the chamber was locked.
Su Ling was a step slower; she aimed her gun with both hands, but it was too late.
Xue Ming placed his right index finger on the middle of the gun and demonstrated it to Teacher A Ling once again.
From drawing the gun to aiming and waiting, it only takes the blink of an eye.
"As you pull the pistol out, your Thumb will disengage the safety. If your hand is large enough, you can use the web of your thumb and forefinger to rub the anti-slip texture of the butterfly safety, allowing it to press down naturally. If it's a reload action, it will also unlock the slide and push the bullet into the chamber."
With a "click," as the slow-motion sequence unfolded, Xue Ming's hand moved as naturally as a flowing river, and as the magazine fell due to gravity, new ammunition slid into the grip.
As the jaws engage and grip the magazine, the slide simultaneously pushes the cartridge.
There are absolutely no gaps--
--It was done in one go.
"Many pistols used in close-quarters combat have anti-slip textured surfaces on both sides of the index finger rest area," Xue Ming explained to Teacher A Ling in detail, illustrating how to use equipment to improve shooting efficiency. "This way, when using the three-point firing position, we can quickly find the right position for our fingers. If the distance is even closer, it could be urban warfare or indoor combat."
The short, compact pistol, held by Xue Ming, resembled a nimble combat dagger.
"It's more suitable to switch to a CAR-S because you rarely use your eyes to aim in indoor combat. However, as a secondary weapon, the accuracy of hip-firing with a pistol is very unpredictable. We're not cowboys, so we don't need absurd techniques like American Iaijutsu. We can use the natural angles of the human body's shoulders, elbows, wrists, and the web of the hand to aim with our body, just like when you play FPS games, teacher."
Su Ling: "Oh, oh, oh! I know this one well!"
The moving target, conveyed by belt rollers, flew past.
Xue Ming pulled the trigger without moving his arm. Instead, he used a stance similar to the "Qian Yang Ma" stance in Wing Chun to adjust the shooting angle of his upper limbs to strike the target.
In the latter half of the shooting motion, he didn't even move his body.
Simply wait for the right moment, wait for the target to enter the crosshair's detection range, slightly twist your waist to align the rear sight with the target, and fire the bullet at the instant they overlap.
"That's what I was saying earlier, teacher. When you aim with your body, the enemy's head will find your bullet. However, this shooting efficiency is definitely not as good as actively aiming, drawing the bow, pulling the gun, and searching for the enemy."
Su Ling: "Oh, right."
Xue Ming immediately changed the equipment, preparing to explain the techniques of using a long spear for short thrusts as well.
At that very moment--
--The sudden roar woke everyone up.
Surter's heart began to pound violently, and his heart rate skyrocketed.
It normally beats 21 times per minute, but in combat mode it rises to over 100 to provide fuel for the power mechanisms throughout the body.
But at this moment, all parts of the body have switched to a safe power supply in hibernation mode. Where does such powerful energy come from?!
"Has something happened to Jason?" Xue Ming was worried about her old friend's mental state. "Teacher A Ling! Your Inspiration is very strong. Can you sense something?"
Su Ling packed up her teaching materials, grabbed the steel gong, and struck it with her fist for the second round of gong sounds!
"Guys! Time to get up!"
She growled excitedly, her face expressionless, but her eyes burning with intense passion.
"GOGOGOGO! Ready to engage the monster!"
Meteor had just woken up from a nightmare and was still in a daze. When she stretched out her limbs, she felt that her joints were frozen and rusty, and there were still oil marks on her face from the heating pipes.
"What happened? I just dreamt that some weird thing was kicking my butt."
William was very embarrassed. "I dreamt that my father was chasing me. He chased me and I ran, and he chased me and tried to tear up my ID card—maybe I kicked you while I was sleeping, sorry."
The meteor laughed and said, "I'm never sleeping with you again! My butt hurts!"
Gossip from the Slavic brothers spread everywhere.
"I'm so hungry, Brother Yibu."
How much food supply do we have left?
"That's all! We agreed on this before we left! We'd get on the road after this meal!"
How are we still alive?
"Send this guy to be an observer! Don't let him touch weapons! What nonsense are you spouting!"
"Let's go! Let's set off!"
Jiang Xueming quickly climbed onto the elevator, preparing to return to the damage control unit to continue operations.
He climbed onto the conveyor belt seat and saw Teacher A Ling suddenly shaking the materialist breastplate wheel.
Pulled by the hinges, the cold wind from outside gradually crept in.
"We're running out of energy! Teacher! We can't waste heat!" Jiang Xueming was anxious and immediately shouted, "What are you trying to do? Is there something outside? Do you want to observe it with the naked eye?"
"It's a salute! It's a peony salute!" A Ling pulled Xia Xia up to climb the damaged armor plate. Soon she returned with a heavy bullet on her back. Its hard shell pierced the opening of the materialist breastplate, but was stopped by the tough steel cable and almost cut to pieces.
[Part ②: Candy-Hearted Bullets]
However, the layers upon layers of carbon fiber mesh inside concealed very important supplies.
Pyroxene, military rations—in addition, there was a steel column container shaped like a rinsing tub.
"They fired from cannons?" Xue Ming pressed. "What were they?"
Despite the height difference of about twenty meters, Su Ling shouted loudly.
"The Xue Ao Troops's artillerymen have delivered a gift to us! They have no suitable vehicle and can't move an inch in the mud."
The scorching hot shells were twisted and deformed, still retaining a dark red heat. Even wrapped in a fire-resistant suit, Ms. A Ling's hands were still burning red, but it was all worth it.
"Visibility outside is terrible! Luckily, our torso power unit and safety lights are still on, and they managed to fire one blast! My little apprentice is back alive!"
Teacher A Ling lifted the steel column container and opened the lid.
"This is a candy-filled cannonball sent as reinforcements! Jiang Xueming! I don't know what this thing is, but the BOSS said it comes from Fang Feng, the starting point of your passenger career. You should know what to do!"
The container contained three liters of Canaanite material, which looked like shimmering liquid gold.
To be honest, Xue Ming was very unsure of herself.
What strange chemical reaction will occur between the essence of these extraterrestrials and [materialism]?
Before he could think it over carefully and make a decision, the sound of cannons roared again.
The bombardment of the Peony Flower almost shattered the Materialist's breastplate. The shells pierced into Surter's sturdy chest. The specially made shells with reduced explosive charges were like a dense array of needles, like a doctor injecting a patient with a stimulant.
Xia Xia said excitedly, "Let's give it a try! The Water Elemental destroyed most of the components. If this sticky stuff can make Materialism move, then we can go back!"
The meteor immediately let out a loud scream.
"She's my ex-girlfriend! She still has feelings for me!"
Immediately afterwards, 3301 delivered a resounding slap to Meteor.
"Wake up!"
Putting aside this farcical dessert scene of rekindled old flames.
Of the 51 shells in total, only 18 landed safely, indicating an alarmingly high loss rate for Peony Flower Express.
However, these eighteen shells delivered fifty-four liters of Canaanite material.
Jiang Xueming knew in his heart that these things were probably nano-organisms extracted from the giant golden egg, and were genuine Canaanite communities.
As for the "improper" Canaan sister that Meteor mentioned, she probably never intended to stroll around this godforsaken place, since the spiritual pressure and natural environment here are too terrifying for these delicate life forms.
The people were divided into groups and transported these steel column containers to the spinal mechanism, preparing to deliver a grand gift to the fire-man Surter —a proper physical process of cerebrospinal fluid purification [according to the I Ching].
The men, drenched in sweat, divided into twelve groups and gathered in the machine room where the temperature reached 43 degrees Celsius. They held steel pillar containers in groups, waiting for Jason's order.
Bu Liuxing rushed into the rotor's central control room and engaged in a horribly inhuman, idiotic communication with the cook.
Meteor: "My ex-girlfriend—no, I mean, my wicked older sister—sent something over!"
Jason: "What the hell are you talking about?"
Meteor: "Straighten your spine! Open your joints!"
Jason: "If I'm going to do that, I'll have to disconnect from Surter first! It'll collapse!"
Meteor: "Jason! But if we do nothing, we'll be trapped here! We'll all become [Outlaw], or fall into the ocean and turn into a puddle of mud!"
Xue Ming Teacher San San, but finally made it.
His running speed was mercilessly crushed by the meteor, because of his short legs.
"Jason! Give it a try!"
Jason still hesitated. "But... what if it collapses?"
Xue Ming lost all his caution and composure.
He had only one thought in his mind.
"Driving a small car requires skill! Driving a big car requires momentum! Hesitation will dull your sword—we have no other choice! The life support system has only 8% of its energy left, the fission reactor's material reserves are almost depleted, and we only have enough food for eighteen hours. Materialism has opened its breastplate and its heart to withstand these bombs. What are you waiting for?! Jason! Are you waiting for love?"
Wendy Mills turned her head and spoke to Jason.
"Your friends were prepared; they never considered running away, and they never intended to abandon you."
"Trust the BOSS's arrangements!" Jiang Xueming grabbed the meteor and headed back to their respective departments, roaring like thunder before leaving with Jason: "Since it sent the Guangling Zhixi assault team to deliver these things, it means they must be useful!"
Jason gritted his teeth and released his Soul Power.
"[Windmill]! Disconnect S24 from materialism! Open the joint cavity!"
From a great distance came the heavy sound of clashing steel.
The compartment located at the tailbone suddenly rose, and the entire lower body of Materialism lost its connection with the spinal center.
The giant tin man's legs buckled, and he began to fall naturally, plunging into the black ocean.
Yibu gripped the railing tightly, his palms immediately drawing blood from the rusty steel pipes. The air was still thick with the highly corrosive aquatic elemental, which was slowly eroding the metal components.
Ibrahimovic grabbed the steel column container and, at the moment the spinal canal joints opened, forcefully poured the "liquid gold" into the dark cerebrospinal fluid.
The moment the Canaanite colony came into contact with the Immortal Lune, it erupted with brilliant golden flames.
Tens of thousands of life units quickly perished, transformed into similar elemental matter by the strange runes. Only a very small number of lucky ones found Lapis Lazuli, which clung tightly to the round blue stone surface, as if coated with a layer of gold dust.
"We're going to fall!!!" The accompanying soldier and Yibu screamed in agony.
Yibu shouted upwards, "Close the gate! Close the gate!!!"
A series of sharp, metallic clangs echoed, and even materialism seemed to bend and collapse. From S24 to S1, every cabin manually completed the [Canaan Energy Injection] procedure, round after round.
The man in the fire collapsed in a very awkward position.
Its head was tilted, its entire torso flipped to the right front, and its lower body sat down hard. The huge building, over a hundred meters tall, was about to smash to pieces in the dark ocean.
At that moment--
--The porthole of the meteor shower was only twenty meters above the sea level.
Ms. A Ling, who was in the fuel and ammunition storage department, suddenly turned around and looked at the dashboard below the heart.
Golden-red flames erupted from the pipes, and the previously critical output power steadily increased from the alarm threshold.
This trick works! And it's incredibly effective!
The group members who were energizing [materialism] all took to the air in an instant!
It was as if they had entered outer space; their bodies lost gravity, and they crashed heavily to the ground in a fraction of a second!
Then, the originally grayish-white fossilized bone passages began to turn red, gradually becoming a brilliant gold!
The roar of the engine almost shattered my eardrums.
--The pressure plate of the output power meter panel bulged open, creating a crack that was sixteen meters long.
Then, it shattered completely!
Above the pressure gauge of the power furnace, the cover and pointer flew off along with the gushing flames.
On the distant beachside.
Seeing the giant wreathed in flames seemingly about to crash, 9527 felt his heart leap into his throat, yet he was filled with frustration and anxiety, a sense of helplessness that he couldn't do anything to help.
Motorboats or ships simply cannot navigate in the mud.
To return to the body of materialism, one must fire it away like a cannonball.
Just as she screamed and grabbed the arm of the medic from the Xue Ao Troops, causing him to howl in pain.
Materialism has risen again.
--To be precise, it felt like being hit by a powerful electric shock.
Golden flames burst forth from the bones and muscles, much like a high-pressure cardiopulmonary resuscitation. The R7 rocket assembly of the lower and upper limbs exploded with dazzling light in an instant, propelling the giant's limp body out of the supersonic range within seconds. Once it reached normal altitude, the reverse thrust program was automatically activated.
It is burning quietly--
--Like a sun.
Countless streams of light followed the gaps and pipes in the armor plates, as if injecting new micro-motion units and energy into this bulky iron shell.
The originally lifeless little firemen, which served as a temporary "trailbladder" to fill the armor, gradually became smoothed out under the modification and alteration of these nano-lifeforms—they could almost change the strength and shape of the steel at the molecular level.
"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!" Meteor barely escaped with his life; the Dead Sea mud was only a few dozen centimeters away from soaking through his feet.
Looking around, the portholes and cabins are undergoing incredible changes.
A soft golden light danced across the components and control panel, transforming the bulky bio-neural contacts into smaller piano key sizes, making them more suitable for human hands to operate.
The originally relatively narrow 170-degree portholes are now covered with thick armor plating, and the detection method has been changed from visual to electronic.
From top to bottom --
--From the inside out.
Materialism has undergone a complete transformation.
The [V] antenna has turned into two large, golden-red horns. The original metallic helmet, which was covered in bronze rust, has now been transformed into a high-temperature coating of black and red, protecting the tattered tongue and cheeks.
The exposed diesel pipe at the neck guard is its "main blood vessel," and the traction path of the ammunition transporter has been completely transformed by the Canaanite organism, with eight additional dogfighting cannons installed here.
When the arms are raised naturally, it's like stretching before a fight, making a clicking sound that's hard to swallow.
Once the strange noises from both arms stopped, the steel fist armor was covered with a honeycomb-shaped mesh pattern. In addition to the impact-resistant armor and muscle-cutting armor, it had an extra layer of reactive armor.
Under the golden lights--
--These neat, honeycomb-like scales reflect a dazzling blue, just like those of Morpho butterflies, which belong to the order Lepidoptera.
Before Jason could react, the iron ball in the rotor's center suddenly rose, as if the eggshell had been shattered by golden flames!
"Jason! It's sending you to the thalamus!" Wendy Mills shouted. "Your synchronization with Fireman will be much higher! The cerebellum is the motor center! The thalamus is the consciousness center!"
Jiang Xueming from the Damage Control Department was completely baffled.
"--Where did these armors come from? How are they able to do this?"
Curious and eager to learn, little Xue Ming immediately returned to the power unit in her left upper arm.
He smelled a very, very familiar! And a very, very strange smell!
That sweet, cloying aroma emanated from an old flue gas treatment and absorption tower.
The sudden surge of power came from the increased output efficiency of the diesel generator set and nuclear power system. Canaan Bio could not create things out of thin air at the nanoscale process level, so the "ancient coal" piled up in its belly and fossilized bones became the third power source.
The chemical industrial center near the kidneys and spleen, which was previously unattended, has now come back to life. Sulfur dioxide waste gas and heavy metal waste liquid are sent to the absorption tower of the damage control system, where they immediately react with the calcium carbonate in the giant's bones to form calcium sulfate dihydrate, a gypsum product. After secondary processing, these substances can replace Surter's riddled flesh and bones, reuniting with the steel skeleton. With the addition of some silicone oil, it becomes an excellent waterproof material.
These waste materials undergo precise, fully automated recycling processes, including the recasting and reforging of scrap iron and rusted steel, all within the immortal body of the fire-man Surter.
After all, fire people have no shortage of flames!
When Jason Megan went deeper—
--When they arrived at Surter's consciousness center, the originally gray mist gradually dissipated.
Looking down, the empty breastplate was slowly healing, but it wasn't made of steel; it was more like stone.
Jiang Xueming: "Not enough! We're running out of steel! This new fully automated avionics maintenance system is meant to replace our breastplates!"
Meteor looked up and exclaimed, "What is that thing?!"
In the steel beam structure of the torso, the aluminum blocks originally used for rust prevention were absorbed by the golden luminous bodies, and the Canaanite community moved all of these aluminum blocks away.
Ms. A Ling felt a numbness in her arm and immediately let go of the chrome-plated railing. She saw that the steel, which was originally shiny, had now turned gray. In just a few seconds, a flamethrower from the scaffolding engineering department had given the railing a simple blued treatment.
A gem appeared on the chest of materialism--
--It is a bright red five-pointed star.
Red corundum is a fusion of aluminum oxide and 4 percent chromium.
The fission reactor's glow and its laser ignition device can be seen from inside.
Jason's expression was one of utter disbelief.
--But don't stand there, he'll be the one standing there later.
A surge of energy, seemingly capable of splitting the heavens and earth, burst forth from the crimson corundum.
The giant stretched his arms forward, and dazzling arcs of electricity emanated from his palms and fingertips.
The rage erupting from his chest almost evaporated the dark seawater, creating a sunlit path.
Everything I did--
--All of this is just to see the road ahead clearly.
The layers of honeycomb-shaped reactive armor began to glow white under the light, revealing the shimmering starlight of the Canaanite colony.
The high-energy jet shot diagonally downwards, reaching the trenches near the sea.
A line of text appeared on the control center windows or instrument panels of all departments.
[Relative distance: 887 meters]
[Depth: 711 meters]
[Command authority → Thalamic center]
What are you waiting for?!
Jason finally came to his senses--
But the shooting star was even faster than him.
"A burning longing welled up from my heart! Jason! Even my drowsy soul awoke!"
Jiang Xueming retrieved the warhammer from the muddy sea. With the help of the Canaan Nanomechanical system, the rocket propulsion unit transformed it from a clumsy cast hammer into a warhammer powered by a vector engine.
"We're going to knock on the door! We'll use this hammer!"
At this moment, only Diamond stood frozen in front of the heavy factory that filled his heart.
With Surter's heavy breathing—
The forging workshop was brightly lit.
The items on the conveyor belt are many broken fragments of white crystal, the ashes of martyrs brought by the peony-flower-themed cannons, and extremely pure carbon. White crystal is a natural pyroxene, the king of energy.
Carbon molecules, under high temperature and pressure, transform into the purest triangular structure, becoming as sharp as an industrial razor blade, capable of cutting through any steel and even shattering the world's most precious yellow diamonds.
They enter the liver and gallbladder, where they are reshaped into new forms through a high-temperature, high-pressure furnace.
Diamond is pushed to the workbench of a machining center by a robotic arm, tasked with designing the main weapon for shaping materialism, a task previously reserved for drilling.
It is covered with a huge shock-resistant outer shell, with threaded steel clamps used to cut open the surface to remove impurities, and the core diamond is used to open the Gate of Death.
--That was a drill bit.