When Bologg finished talking about all the experiences in the Hidden Land, Aimu still looked like he was stunned. Bologg thought that Aimu was fascinated by his story, so he secretly planned to
, after everything is settled and settled, should you find time to take Amu to the hidden land?
Apart from the various problems of the Secret Group, the Hidden Land is indeed a good tourist destination. Those futuristic architectural styles always give people the illusion of traveling through time.
No, Boluogo understood it wrong. Aimu didn't care about the things in the Hidden Land at all. He didn't care about the idea of the Supreme Sublime, the Ultimate Sublime, or the Truth Sect.
At most, when Amu heard that the timeline was out of order, his attention focused for a moment, and then it spread out, running rampant in his mind, like a storm that had accumulated.
Oh my God, Boluogo actually took the initiative to give gifts, and also specially prepared a two-pronged plan.
Aimu could no longer tell whether Boluogo had really enlightened himself or whether it was because of his professionalism as an expert that he could even judge whether he liked gifts and other developments.
But no matter what the truth is, Boluogo's actions are really shocking.
After Boluogo finished speaking, he seemed to have finished his work report and sat quietly, waiting for the leader's instructions. After a while, Aimu rubbed his bracelet and felt the cold texture of the metal, and asked
.
"Bologo, who are you... inspired by?"
Aimu questioned Bologo from the perspective of a scholar. In addition to enlightenment and professionalism, there is a third possibility. Bologg received guidance from an expert.
"Inspiration? What do you mean?"
Bologg did receive a lot of inspiration, such as Fabien's crazy words. Unfortunately, in the following days, Fabien has been busy dealing with the power construction of the Secret Group, and Bologg simply did not
Didn't get a chance to talk to him.
The feeling of brainstorming is very good, both exciting and frightening, like an undead who has lost the vitality of life, dancing the tango with the god of death.
"Wow, when did you know this about this? Did you learn it from watching a few love movies?"
Aimu shook the bracelet in his hand, walked over from behind the desk, and circled around Boluogo, as if he was looking at a rare species.
Many times, in Aimu's eyes, Boluogo is more like a machine than herself, and this machine often uses words such as value, efficiency, rationality, etc. to justify the nature of its steel machinery.
It was even said that Aimu once felt that the reason why Boluogo liked watching movies so much was to learn various human emotions from movies, so that he could imitate human beings more realistically.
"Movies? No, I usually don't watch romantic movies," Bologo replied seriously, "I prefer those niche movies, preferably with a bit of black humor."
"Then...you just thought of it naturally?" Aimu couldn't believe it.
"Absolutely," Boluogo nodded, not understanding Aimu's reaction at all, "You can't leave empty-handed, right?"
Aimu was silent for a while and said softly, "Is this a change?"
"Probably, just like I usually don't take the initiative to watch romantic movies, I usually don't prepare gifts like this for others," Boluogo liked to evaluate himself from an objective perspective, "It looks like
, this is a kind of distortion of my personal will by my emotions after the relationship between you and me has heated up... To be precise, it is a positive optimization."
Aimu said with anger and laughter, "Your answer is really... it would be nice if it had a deliberately mechanical sound."
"Is this what you mean?"
Bologg pinched his throat and made a gah-gah-gah-da sound without any expression on his face. Aimu really admired Bologg's talent for being funny without changing his expression.
"Okay, okay, please be normal."
Aimu put his hands on Boluogo's shoulders and squeezed him hard, giving him a formal expression.
"How have you been this time?"
Boluogo raised his head and became concerned about Aimu's current situation.
"It's the same as always, working overtime, working overtime, working overtime," Aimu sighed helplessly, "I'm ready to get a folding bed in the office."
Bologo thought for a moment, "Like Lebius?"
"It's simpler than him."
Thinking of this, Aimu couldn't help but envy Lebius. Since he switched to civilian work and semi-retired, Lebius' work has become much more leisurely. He no longer has to work overtime, and he can turn around when he is tired.
He returned to his bedroom and fell asleep.
Aimu knew that Lebius would not be so irresponsible, but she was just envious.
"Forget it, forget it, let's not talk about this for now."
Aimu covered his body with a loose robe, straightened his appearance in the mirror, and waved to Boluogo in the mirror, "Get up, we should go."
"Where to go?"
"As a matter of courtesy," Aimu said, opening the door of the office, winking at Boluogo, "I will take you to get your gift."
Aimu wanted to give this thing to Boluoge as a surprise, but Boluogo came back too suddenly, and she didn't have time to prepare it. She felt hot and thought it would be better to give it to him now.
Arriving at the familiar warehouse, Aimu opened a sealed iron box and handed a simple dagger with almost no decoration into the hands of Boluogo.
"This is?"
Boluogo was still confused about what it was at first, but when he poured ether into the dagger, he felt the familiar solid-liquid changes, and watched the dagger melt in his hands, turning into countless snakes crawling along his fingertips.
, Boluogo immediately recognized his old partner.
The snake scale liquid that has been transformed again by Amu.
"I have made a new round of qualitative changes to it according to your needs, but your requirements are too many and too complicated. Although it has undergone a qualitative change of 'yellowing', in fact, it is far from a 'reddening' one."
The qualitative change is almost there.”
Aimu explained that she did not expect that her accidental product would have such powerful scalability and have been accompanying Boluogo until now.
"uh-huh."
Boluogo's attention at this time was completely focused on the snake scale liquid. He controlled the cold snakes. They were divided into two, and the two were divided into four. His control became more and more precise, and even they turned into wisps.
The thin hair, like intertwined silk, formed a soft metal glove on Boluogo's hand.
"As you can see, in order to cooperate with your precise control, I performed some narrow sharpening on it. Previously, it was subdivided into needles at most, but now it is fully capable of achieving the fibrosis you mentioned."
Listening to Amu's story, Bologg adjusted, letting the snakes bite him. As an undead at the defender level, Bologg himself was a perfect target to test the strength of the new weapon.
A continuous stabbing pain like needles came from the palm of the hand, the hair broke, the silk festered, and Bologg's palm was exposed, but the pain was still severe, and no entity could be seen to hurt Bologg at all.
The entity does exist, but it is too tiny to be detected by the naked eye.
"It's like asbestos fibers," exclaimed Burlogo.
One of the characteristics of Bologo's alchemy matrix is its terrifying aggressiveness, but the prerequisite for occupying the enemy's body is to break the threshold of the moment soul. In front of enemies of the same level but higher than Bologo, if you want to break through their
It is not an easy task to reach the critical point of the moment soul. For this reason, inspired by real cases, Boluogo came up with the idea of fiberizing the snake scale fluid.
Relying on extremely tiny fibrous metal, Boluogo can invisibly eat away at the enemy's body during battle, slowly drive the invisible needle into the enemy's body, and even artificially create it during a long battle.
The effects of pneumoconiosis.
Continuing to further explore the new abilities of the Snake Scale Liquid, Boluogo noticed a strange force lingering in the squirming metal. It had no etheric reaction, but it could still release an invisible force to influence people.
people around.
There was a sudden ticking sound, and Boluogo touched the tip of his nose, only to see that his fingertips were scarlet.
He has a nosebleed.
"It doesn't matter, this is a normal reaction when exposed to radiation." Aimu picked up a tissue and wiped the blood of Boluogo. "According to what you said, I also integrated the so-called death metal into the snake scale fluid.
among.”
"oh?"
Boluogo marveled at Aimu's talent, she actually realized all her wishes.
"These death metals will continue to release radiation to the outside world, penetrating biological cells and killing living organisms. In order to prevent you from causing radiation contamination by relying on the body of the undead, I chose some death metals with a shorter range, just across the
A layer of paper is enough to completely offset their radiation."
Aimuyun said calmly that as the essence of steel, death metal would not have any impact on her.
"Normally, death metal will be wrapped in snake scale fluid to isolate it. When you need it, just release it actively. What's more, just like red mercury, death metal cannot pass through the snake scale fluid.
Self-proliferating nature, carrying out large-scale illusory proliferation."
Aimu warned, "Of course, I hope that the amount of death metal will be as much as possible. To you and me, these things are not threatening, but to ordinary people, they are very destructive, even if the range is short."
Boluogo was sure. After mentioning this to Aimu, he found some relevant information. Once the death metals enter the human body, the radiation they release will be continuously reflected between the flesh and blood, like rebounding
The rotating flying knife repeatedly penetrates the cell structure and destroys the human physiological balance.
For ordinary people, this would be a deadly weapon, but from the beginning, Boluogo did not intend to use it on ordinary people, or even on conventional condensers.
It's not kindness or mercy, it's just that Boluogo simply feels that swords are more efficient than death metal.
Boluogo asked, "Do you think this thing can prevent flesh and blood from healing itself?"
From the beginning, this thing was built by Bologo to suppress all potential undead. Bologo may not be able to do anything about the undead with complex immortality, but if flesh and blood are immortal, then death metal can play a role.
effect.
"I don't know, it hasn't been tested in actual combat yet," Aimu shook his head, "but there is no time and conditions for us to conduct actual combat testing."
Aimu added, "However, if the enemy is only the Night Clan, it is absolutely lethal."
"Death metal?"
"No, I refer to the snake scale liquid itself," Aimu explained. "Although I have been nesting in the research room, I can clearly understand the recent turmoil in the world."
"Since the next powerful enemy of the Order Bureau is the Night Clan, you will definitely fight against the Night Clan, so I increased the content of silver elements in the qualitative change. It can be used as a freely changing silverware.
It is absolutely oppressive to the Night Clan."
Aimu thought for a moment and said again, "The double suppression of silver and death metal should be able to contain the immortal power of the Night Clan, even for the pure-blooded class."
The swimming group of snakes suddenly stopped, and then they condensed together, turning into a circle of snake armbands that were repeatedly entangled, and solidified under the sleeves.
Boluogo froze on the spot, looking straight at Aimu.
"What...what's wrong?" Aimu looked around nervously, "Is there something wrong with what I said?"
"No, there's no problem, I'm just sighing."
"What are you sighing about?"
"In a sense, we are a perfect match."
Bologo's words came from the bottom of his heart. In actual combat, Aimu was able to rely on his mental image to bring full benefits to Bologo. In logistics, Aimu was able to create a system according to Bologo's needs.
Each piece of his alchemical weapon is adapted to his own, and even in private life, Aimu can still be patient and accompany himself to watch movies that many people find boring...
However, Boluogo is not a person who expresses strong emotions, otherwise he would have hugged Aimu with tears in his eyes.
"Uh... Boluogo, the look in your eyes now is so disgusting."
"The look in your eyes, are you okay? Do you think I'm looking down on you?"
Boluogo was considering whether to ask Aimu to make him a pair of glasses that were portable and not easy to break, so that his eyes would no longer look out of focus and indifferent.
"No, just through your eyes, I feel that you are thinking about many presumptuous things."
"Ah...it shouldn't be too presumptuous, right?"
Boluogo hesitated for a moment, feeling that it would be better not to express those messy thoughts.
Boluogo changed the subject and said, "Speaking of which, do you want to go back to work in the future?"
"almost."
Aimu rubbed his eyes. After the surprise, fatigue emerged again, "Research, endless research, we are building a radar that is responsible for detecting large-scale ether flow, regional ether concentration, and prediction
Determine the location where the ether vortex point is formed."
"Isn't this research in a hurry?" Bologo asked.
"No rush, anyway, there is still a long way to go from the time of research to the time of testing," Aimu asked doubtfully, "Why are you asking all this?"
"I was just wondering whether I should requisition you for a period of time for a legitimate reason so that you can be relieved from the tedious work," Bologo reminded. "After all, I am your team leader. In terms of priority, the field department
The work is more important than sublimating the furnace core."
After taking a look at the astonished Aimu, Boluogo politely extended his hand.
