"Barracuda stress test! The pressure of the pipeline is 300 atm, and the valve is open! ”

"Circuit test! Full switch full load ready, on! ”

"Test the power propulsion system test operation, 60% power output!"

"Tank fill test! 50% of water supply! ”

At the stern of the "Deloris", the crew of the Presbyterian Council was doing the final inspection of the "Barracuda", and in the storm, in order to make their colleagues hear the sound more clearly, the technicians almost tore their throats, dozens of cables and steel cables were connected to the "Barracuda", which had been placed on the water, and several instruments flashed on the deck, and various values and curves jumped on the screen.

Inside the Barracuda, several submarine crews busily began to adjust the various instruments, checking every value, except for the old Habs, Lena and Selena, who had nothing to do, sitting in a corner near the stern.

They had all changed into waterproof combat suits, which were made of extremely thin and fine mesh made of chintilami metal, which could withstand the attack of a great white shark.

Lena had all the guns in front of her, which had been provided to her by the presbyterian headquarters on the ship, and now she had taken them all apart, placed all the parts on the metal decks, and wiped them clean again.

By the time the weapons were assembled, Lena seemed to be satisfied with their quality, these were specially modified automatic weapons, and the warheads were all forged from the metal of Chintilami, which was capable of killing skeletal servants and members of the Guard.

Finally, she drew her dagger and carefully wiped it again before inserting it back into its scabbard.

Old Habs sat across from her, watching with interest as Lena did all this meticulously.

"If you do get inside the base, maybe these guns don't do much, you know, in front of the Atlanteans, guns are sometimes not as good as swords."

HE TOOK OUT A KNIFE ABOUT 35CM LONG FROM BEHIND HIM AND THREW IT TO LENA.

Lena glanced at old Habs, who raised his head and motioned for her to pick it up.

It was a very heavy short knife, and you could feel its weight when you touched it, more than twice as heavy as the one on your body. Lena pulled it out of its scabbard, and the blade showed a scale-like pattern in the light, with strange patterns on it, which looked like runes. With the movement of his fingers, the blade suddenly flashed with a blue streamer, flowing from the hilt to the sword like flowing water, and then vanished.

"Is this enchanted?" Lena saw a clue that only alchemists above the master level could forge enchanted weapons.

"Well, that's right, I got it from an ancient tomb in China, and in the thirties, when China was in chaos, I followed a family-sponsored archaeological team into the Henan region of China, where the locals found a terrible ancient tomb, and the knife was among the things that were unearthed." Old Habs said.

"Ancient knives?" Lena was taken aback, which made her even more interested in the knife, "There are also alchemists in China?" ”

"Yes, why not? The descendants of the gnomes are found all over the world. Old Habs said: "The name of this knife is called 'dragon scales', produced in the Three Kingdoms period of ancient China, it is said that it was cast by Cao Pi, the prince of Wei at that time, I searched a lot of classics to find its origin, which is recorded in an ancient book called "Classics": Prince Pi of Wei, made a hundred daggers three, its three shapes resemble dragon texts, called dragon scales. ”

Lena couldn't help but pick up the knife and slash it lightly on the floor, and a deep groove immediately appeared. She was taken aback, you must know that the old Habs dared to use this "Barracuda" to dive into the Chagos Trench, where the depth is at least five thousand meters, so the hull must be forged with metal such as titanium alloy, this "dragon scale" dagger can easily cut through the metal floor without losing it at all, it is really extremely sharp, and the ordinary Chintirami short knife in his waist can only be used as garbage reclamation.

She put away her knife and asked old Habs, "Give it to me, what do you use?" ”

"The old man has always disliked using knives and guns." Old Habs looked indifferent, "Don't forget, I also have great talents." ”

Lena glanced at Selena next to her again, the girl sat quietly on the side, did not speak, the expression on her face was light and light, as if she had always been the kind of frozen face that did not like or sorrow, and did not seem to be interested in anything. Of the three, she didn't bring any weapons, but her talent Lena had seen in the Sky Curtain Company, it was a ridiculously powerful talent, close to the state of a demigod, it didn't make a difference whether she used a weapon or not, she herself was a human weapon that was created.

Lena never knew what old Habs's talent was, and no one seemed to mention it, and she was not interested in asking, but was interested in another matter.

"Have a question, can you ask?"

"Say it." Old Habs shrugged, "At a time like this, I don't have much to hide from you. ”

"What are you going to use to attack the entire Jellyfish base?" Lena asked.

Old Habs suddenly got up and pulled down a small lever next to him, and the floor suddenly cracked. Then, he returned to his original position, reaching out to flip the cracked floor open, revealing its contents.

A long oval cylinder came into Lena's sight, a circle that didn't look much bigger than a flashlight, two pieces of metal, and a transparent section in the middle, which seemed to tremble slightly.

"What is this?" Lena's brow furrowed, "You wouldn't want to blow up the entire Jellyfish base with such a gadget, would you?" ”

This is really a bit incredible, if according to the old Habs's theory, three special nuclear torpedoes can't blow up and sink the "jellyfish" base, then what role can this flashlight-sized thing play?

Could it be that there is something special in this thing? Alchemy bombs?

She bent down, her eyes fell on the transparent section in the middle of the "flashlight", and a small irregular black steel ball in between it kept beating slightly, like a restless deer, desperately struggling to get out of the cage.

"That's right, just use it, and I'm sure there's a good chance that you can do it." The elder Habs said: "Although I have not tried it specifically, I personally feel that there is a good chance. ”

He stretched out his hand, carefully picked up the "flashlight", held it high, and placed it under the wait.

The dim light passed through the transparent barrel, and the black ball glowed with a vague black light, which looked very weird.

"Any idea what this thing is?" Old Habs looked at the thing for a while, and then asked suddenly.

(End of chapter)