"According to my current ability, I can control extremely small substances. Although I cannot reach the microscopic level of cells, it is enough to identify capillaries and neural networks."
There was a glimmer of light in Bolog's eyes, and the ether spread silently, soaking the surrounding materials. At the same time, the composition of these substances became clear in Bolog's eyes, as if he could see what the Creator had drawn at a glance.
blueprint.
"Do you know about asbestos?" Bologo suddenly thought.
"What's wrong?"
How could Aimu not know about this kind of industrial material? Then Aimu understood Boluogo's thoughts.
"You think you can manipulate something to that extent?"
Boluogo affirmed, "Of course, don't you think that a substance of this nature is very suitable for my current abilities?"
"Asbestos, or to be more precise, asbestos fibers, is the general name for certain silicate minerals that can be split into elastic fiber filaments. Their size is at a very subtle critical point, like a ball of invisible steel needles.
It can easily invade the human body and cause great damage to human internal organs."
Boluogo thought divergently, "With my infinite sharpness, I can perform precise operations on these deadly fibers to a large extent, so that they can penetrate into the enemy's body along the mouth, nose, skin, etc.
The ether that contains me can also be regarded as another form of ether invasion..."
"Crush the Moment Soul criticality from the inside out, and completely control the enemy in your hands." Aimu continued what Boluogo said. She knew very well what kind of power Boluogo had.
"Your idea is wonderful, but in the final analysis, this fiber is still too common. Ordinary people can avoid it through simple protection. Do you think your opponent will be attacked so easily?" Aimu
ask.
"That's why I need you, the great Amu, to help me."
Boluogo said with a smile on his face. He moved his chair and came closer to the desk, closing the distance between him and Aimu.
He knew that Aimu was a person who couldn't help but praise her. Once she praised her too much, she would become dizzy, as if she was drunk. At this time, she would agree to any request.
"Let's further imagine, Aimu, you can completely turn this fiber into a tougher and more deadly existence, attach certain toxins to it, and further enhance its lethality.
My next opponent is a defender and a glorious one, and the blade of the sword cannot be sharpened too sharply."
Boluogo said, picking up the newspaper on Aimu's desk, "I have seen relevant introductions in the science section. People have discovered a highly toxic metal, which is said to be extremely lethal to biological cells."
Amu didn't need to look, just by listening to Bologg's rough description, she could guess what Bologg was referring to.
"You mean those radioactive metals?"
"Oh, that seems to be the name."
Aimu sighed helplessly, and Boluogo gave some random ideas. A technician like her would have to break his legs for him.
"Bologo, I can understand that you haven't studied for a few years... What I want to say is that those radioactive metals are very deadly and they will spontaneously release rays.
Just like the new weapons you fantasize about, they are like asbestos fibers, no, they are 'thinner' than asbestos fibers. They will pass through the human body without any hindrance, not only destroying cells, but also destroying cells at the most basic genetic level.
distortion.
Ordinary people will be killed by the radiation just by being close to the radiation range of these metals. Even if they are not killed, their cells will become cancerous later."
Boluogo didn't seem to listen to Amu's words at all. He asked, "Are these death metals easy to contain?"
Aimu sighed again and rubbed his forehead vigorously, "Divided into types, some metals have a shorter radiation range and can be isolated with just a piece of paper, but you cannot relax your vigilance. Once this kind of metal enters the human body, it will be completely invisible.
The earth destroys all your flesh and blood and turns you into a pile of rotten flesh."
"Stop, Aimu, have you forgotten something?"
Boluogo suddenly stood up, put his hands on the table, leaned forward, and moved his face in front of Aimu.
Aimu blinked at Boluogo, and after a few seconds she suddenly realized, "Yes, you are an undead, this little radiation will do you the same damage as water."
Bologo sat back in his chair and asked, "So what do you think of the feasibility of my weapon idea?"
"Toxic metal, fibrosis...coupled with the plasticity of the snake scale liquid," Aimu wrote a series of requirements on the paper. She pondered for a while and replied, "It's not a problem in terms of feasibility, it's just in terms of production cost.
, it should be extremely expensive.
Its design requires a triple qualitative change of ‘yellowing’ to achieve, and may also involve a quadruple qualitative change of ‘reddening’.”
Bologg understood this part. There are four qualitative changes in matter. Yellowing corresponds to the defender, and reddening corresponds to the glorious one. From this point of view, the degree of qualitative change is just right.
"Cost is not an issue."
Boluogo said that he was already a defender, and it was natural for him to create an exclusive yellow equipment.
"I also know that cost is not an issue, but time! Time!"
Amu sighed for the third time, "You don't know how busy I was after Mamo fell."
"Where are those people in the Hall of Scholars?"
Boluogo remembered that there were still many old guys in the Hall of Scholars. Although each of them had urine bags hanging on their bodies, it was time for them to burn the afterglow of life for all mankind.
"Them? You can think of them as living computing units. They can do nothing except scientific research. To maintain the sublimation furnace core, it requires not only scientific research, but also deployment, logistics, and scheduling..."
Aimu said a series of words that made Boluo Ge feel troubled, "Obviously we cannot rely on these old people to do these things. Young people like us have to do it ourselves."
"Is there any way to improve it? For example, expanding enrollment."
"We are already expanding our recruitment. Ever since the Order Bureau was short of manpower a year ago, all departments have been expanding our recruitment," Aimu complained in a low voice, "But what's the use of recruiting so many people? We're still a group of interns. It takes time."
to adapt to the workflow.”
"The interns for the sublimation furnace core are now being led by Badr," Aimu muttered, "They call Badr the silent tin can."
Boluogo thought of the image of Badr, the guy who had been hiding under the heavy protective clothing, Bailey's junior brother, and also Amu's senior brother. It was really difficult for him to let such a taciturn guy lead an intern.
"You guys only know how to hack and slash, you don't understand these things at all." Aimu squinted his eyes and looked at Boluogo.
Boluogo felt a little embarrassed by her, but that was indeed the case. Even after Boluogo was promoted to team leader, he rarely dealt with such troublesome matters. Jeffrey and Lebius basically solved them for him.
, Bologo just needs to hold the sword and kill according to the list.
Simple and straightforward work is very suitable for a pure person like Boluogo.
"But don't worry, we have already discussed it and plan to recruit people directly from the social level." Aimu said.
"for example?"
Boluogo couldn't think of anyone who could be recruited from the social level, those independent scholars who are free from extraordinary forces? They are not necessarily much better than the scholars of the Sublimation Furnace Core.
"The Order of Truth."
Aimu said, "Do you remember Dua?"
Boluogo recalled it briefly, and soon he remembered the guy who suddenly joined him during the trip to the Happy Park.
Dewar, a scholar from the Order of Truth, brought a lot of help to Boluogo and others during the incident of the original thing and the trip to the Happy Garden. Since then, he has been staying in the sublimation furnace core.
, because Dua was too obsessed with research and rarely appeared in the eyes of outsiders, Boluogo almost forgot about this guy.
Aimu said, "With Dua's help, we have contacted the Truth Monks and plan to let them temporarily join the sublimation furnace core and participate in the subsequent research."
"How did you convince these freedom-seeking enthusiasts?"
As soon as Boluogo asked the question, he realized that what he said was nonsense.
Not to mention the sublimation furnace core's current understanding of the etheric world, the information obtained from Raymond Gaiton alone is enough for these ardent fans of King Solomon to participate in the research of the sublimation furnace core at any cost.
They may not need a salary, and they may also contribute to the funding of the order bureau, just to stay in the research project.
"Is this what you mean? Or does it come from the decision-making room?" Bologo asked.
"Hmm... It seems to coincide," Aimu said, "Are you worried about this?"
"No, on the contrary, I feel relieved."
Boluogo said secretly in his heart, "Unite all available forces."
