"If you read it, you'll know that even if I don't read, I'm no worse than that bookworm!"

Hearing Fermat say this, Qingyi was also quite interested, wanting to see what kind of invention could make Fermat so confident and dare to compete with Strom: "Really? Show me. ”

Hearing this, the "Embryo Body II" changed. Its body slowly melted, revealing a metal skeleton. This skeleton is the same as a human skeleton, with a roller as a joint, and can move freely, but the weight is certainly not light.

The bones of the strong: The necromantic tinker and Fermat, through long-term research on necromantic creatures, developed an endoskeleton with biomimetic technology, which can effectively strengthen the strength after being implanted in the body. Strength is increased by 50% and agility is reduced by 50%. Only one instance can be implanted. Does not work on elemental health.

"Evolution is wonderful, and in billions of years of evolution, all kinds of living things have taken on the most perfect posture, which has inspired craftsmen: knives have been invented from animal teeth, saws have been invented from blades of grass, shields have been invented from turtle shells...... All kinds of things show that every species has something worth learning from! ”

"But humans themselves have evolved to be unique in their own right, and can be used as biomimetic research objects – for countless years, humans have learned to walk upright, free their hands, and thus use tools! There's nothing more convenient than a humanoid puppet when it comes to manipulating the magic cannon, which is why I invented this endoskeleton! At present, the internal architecture of many high-level puppets is mainly humanoid, I followed this line of thought, directly adopted the structural model of skeleton soldiers, repeatedly tested and optimized, and then invented the 'strong bones'! "Fermat knocked on the metal skeleton that could be used as a direct specimen, and he was full of vigor, like a calf eager to try.

Qingyi smiled on his face, but secretly felt pity in his heart. It is not without precedent to make high-level puppets in the shape of human bones, on the contrary, it is widely used. Therefore, Fermat is not the first person to eat crabs, the reason why he is so complacent is only because the information of the Twilight Empire is blocked, and the knowledge is still very backward compared to other countries, so that he sits in the well and watches the sky. However, Fermat is not without achievements, at least Qingyi has never seen an endoskeleton that can increase so many strength points.

Fermat is honest by nature, and when he saw His Majesty's smile, he really thought that His Majesty affirmed his achievements, but how could he know His Majesty's thoughts? So he happily waved his fist again and shouted: "Although the strength can be increased after implantation, the movement speed has decreased dramatically, and I have to say that this is the defect of the 'bones of the strong'...... But Your Majesty, I will definitely create a more perfect endoskeleton in the future! ”

Maybe? Qingyi comforted himself like this. Fermat had not yet come into contact with such advanced technology as the Puppet, and the day he encountered a technical bottleneck, he would know how difficult it was to surpass his predecessors. Of course, such a setback is also a good thing, and it can make Fermat sober up a little from the rivalry with Strom.

"Fermat, I need you to use your brains: is there any way to get people through the sea of bones quickly? This problem needs to be solved as a matter of priority, otherwise it will cause great trouble for our travel. "Qingyi has really had a headache about this matter recently.

The sea of bones is so vast that trekking on foot is a torture that can only be done by livestock (such as skeleton horses, ghost hounds, etc.); However, the terrain is complex, and livestock cannot speed up, otherwise it is easy to break legs and feet. The only way to do this is to fly through the air and let a few rotting vultures or peregrine falcons fly with you, but this method only works for skeleton players, and it doesn't work for zombie players (they're just too heavy). In this case, it is very disadvantageous for necromantic players: they hang up in the clash of factions and return to the city to resurrect, but it takes half a day to run over again, and the advantage that they have built up is gone...... Isn't that a cheat?! Therefore, it is imperative to find a way of transportation that works in the sea of bones.

After a few more words with Fermat, Qingyi hurried out of the city to find Waterpole.

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When he found Waterpole, Qingyi was already south of the Sea of Bones. The sky was full of dead air and seemed to be twisted together, like a tight, dirty rag hanging overhead, and it was uncomfortable to imagine such a picture.

Rain cats and dogs.

The muddy raindrops that can erode everything are endless, as if they were sewage wrung out of a black rag. The rain is not cold at all, and if it drops on the skin, you can feel a burning sensation that is painful, as if there is a flame burning it. The ground is washed out of the ravines, forming intricate waterways; The water flows back together in the area, forming ponds that are constantly eroding downward. The traces of the people who had worked, destroyed, and built in the past have all disappeared, and all of them have returned to the fine dust under the water. The sound of rain and corrosion mingled, snapping, snapping, like the sound of children eating as they ate, like the crying of children in the corner, and like the laughter of children as they played. Kids, kids, kids...... Everywhere there are children's voices, everywhere fading away.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Folding up his precious cloak and hiding it in his arms, Waterpole walked in the rain soaking wet. His skin was glued to his clothes, and his flesh was blurred everywhere; His flesh and bones fell off piece by piece, and his entrails melted into a puddle of half-solid and half-liquid stuff, dragging to the ground; His face was ruined, and a fleshy eyeball hung out. His soul fire had shrunk to a very small size, and like his body, it was crumbling and about to disintegrate into nothingness. Still, he limped and pursed his lips, and stubbornly whistled one by one in a shrill tone, but his voice was drowned out by the rain and could not be heard at all.

Let's go.

Let's go.

It's like a wild child who loses a fight and refuses to go home for a long time, but wanders outside.

Suddenly, the rain was empty above Waterpole's head.

"Has the rain finally stopped?" Walterpole smiled wryly and looked at the sky above him, and then at the overlapping and almost seamless curtain of rain in front of him, and decided to continue the search - no, the rain did not stop! It's just that there is an invisible soul force field to prop up the rain for him, so that no water droplets fall on his head! "Such a powerful soul can only be ......"

Qingyi continued to activate the [Soul Force Field] and slowly approached Waterpole.

"Boss, I'm ......" Walter Poyler slumped his shoulders and cowered, not daring to look into Yi's eyes. The corners of his clothes and his hair were dripping and ticking.

Qingyi patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Let's go, let's go home." ”

Walter Pole was stunned and nodded again. The two walked side by side silently, not like a king and his subordinates, but like pedestrians who met by chance on the road. Without the effect of acid rain, Waterpole's soul fire slowly grew again, burning the inside of his chest blue.

Let's go, let's go.

After a while, the rain stopped, and the Necromantic King stopped radiating the [Soul Force Field]. Despite the discarding of one eye, Waterpole seemed to be able to see a faint rainbow under the clouds. Rub your eyes again, and the rainbow will be gone.

He thought to himself, "That's beautiful."

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Snow City.

On the ruins, a construction team of undead creatures is silently rebuilding. Originally, the human voice could still be heard in this place (players are always noisier than NPCs), but due to the faction conflict, players have abandoned their current tasks and left, and all that is left are these NPCs who don't like to communicate and are too lazy to communicate, and the scene is silent.

Master Patra carried the hem of his robe so that he could walk. At this time, he has a spirit that is completely inconsistent with his age, and if it weren't for the wrong clothes, it really makes people think that he came to explore in the wild. From time to time, he stopped to look at the original structure of a ruin; From time to time, walk to a new building that is ready for completion and look for any omissions. But no matter he walked or stopped, he habitually lectured to a group of students around him, and sometimes called them by name to give them their opinions.

"What is the purpose of building this building? What will be the impact of building this building? What needs to be taken into account during the construction process? How much manpower and money is expected to be consumed? What is the ratio of budget to actual benefits for the building to be worth building? Finally...... ask yourself, 'Can I take responsibility for building it?' ’”

Master Patra threw out one question after another. He pointed to his heart that had long been unbeating, and said seriously: "The last question is the most important for engineers, and it must be remembered carefully." It is indeed an honor to mark your name on a building, but the 'responsibility' also comes on your shoulders. Buildings outlive people, and if they have problems that should be avoided in design, then they are being killed by architects. A glass of poisoned wine is only enough to kill a person; But a house that is not strong can destroy one or even more families. ”

"Teacher, we remember." The students said.

Master Patra smiled with satisfaction: "In this case, if you can't be a great engineer, at least you will be a good engineer." The old man is very happy—"

Suddenly, a huge howling sound swept from the surface of the sea, shaking people's eardrums! When everyone looked out, they saw that the waves were tens of millions of weights, densely converging into a white wall about five or six meters high, bombarding the coastline. The wharf, which was already in tatters, was hit like a paper in a shredder, completely reduced to shredded wood. The wind came from the sea and blew up all the sand and stones, and it was like a rain of arrows, which was overwhelming and unstoppable! The construction team bore the brunt of the blow, and several skeletons were beaten to the ground, fell to the ground, and struggled several times and could not get up; And Master Patra and his entourage were beaten to tatters and lost their dignity. The students hurriedly opened their arms, grabbed each other's shoulders, and tightly protected the teacher. The wind pressed their clothes against them, highlighting their jagged bones.

Master Patra narrowed his eyes and saw a man standing on the waves. The man stood still in the wind and waves, holding a long weapon in his left hand and a trumpet-like thing in his right hand, and began to blow. Unlike the usual whimpering of a trumpet, this trumpet blows the momentum of the sea—so vast that it can drown everything, and it is wider and vast than the field of vision! A tone is a frenzy, and a variation is a tsunami for a quarter of an hour! This trumpet has the magic of destroying the world and should never appear in the world! With the sound of the trumpet, the wind and waves became more urgent. The tide is like a swarm of beasts, and it can't wait to run and bite on the shore!

Sou!

A white shadow swept past everyone, and the water flowers that stepped on bloomed and connected into a waterline, and the waterline extended to the sea like an electric current! Master Patra sighed and hurriedly wiped the lenses: "'Embryonic Body III'?" How did it end up here? Who is that one in the sea? ”

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