Edge of the Apocalypse

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Looking at the empty utensils and the mercury starting to drill outward, Allen shook the head, put them away. Just let Devil’s Praise eat a Source Jade, so that the remaining Source Jade, I don’t know if it is enough for 2 sequences.

It wasn’t until the evening that Allen walked out of the workshop. Source Jade has been decomposed, and sure enough, apart from the materials consumed in the decomposition process, there is only enough to make a sequence. He wondered whether to check the warehouse for a suitable Source Jade and then exchange it for military merit. Considering the abnormality that Devil’s Praise had just shown, Allen temporarily dismissed this idea.

10000 A Devil’s Praise, the source was opened, and he accidentally ate the Source Jade in the warehouse. What would he pay for it?

When he returned to the lobby on the first floor of the soldiers’ dormitory, Allen saw the soldiers in a circle. There were a lot of raw faces. If these people weren’t wearing military uniforms, Allen would almost think he was back in Black Street. At this moment someone in the crowd shouted: “Nash, don’t be afraid of him, come on.”

Allen frowned, squeezed into the crowd. There was an open space in the middle of the crowd. Nash lowered his weight, bare-armed, and confronted another strange soldier, as if they were about to fight.

“What’s going on?” Allen stepped forward and stood between the two.

Seeing that it was Allen, Nash was a little embarrassed at the moment, muttered: “Head, these guys are so unreasonable, they want our dormitory and want us to move out.”

Allen looked towards the strange soldier confronting Nash and asked: “Who are you? Who is the senior officer? I didn’t receive any instructions to move us out of the dormitory.”

“Who are you again? Kid.” The soldier sneered.

Nash pointed at him and said, “Put your mouth clean, this is our Allen Sergeant.”

The soldier blew his whistle: “It turns out that all the little ghosts who have not grown up can be senior officers.”

A group of people immediately booed, Allen coldly said: “If I don’t plan to answer my question, then I can only go to Kejiesi Major for advice.”

“Why bother, they just crack a joke.” A man with a grinning face came over and said, “I am Peter First Lieutenant.”

“Are you their senior officer?” Allen nodded: “Well, please take care of your subordinates. This is a dormitory, not a place to fight.”

“Does the fight still score the field? Sergeant.”

Allen frowned his frowned head. “Fights are not allowed in the base, don’t you know? First Lieutenant.”

Peter glanced at his soldier, shrugged, said: “Is rules so important?”

“There is no Rule, only chaos, then what is the difference between us and the Blade Demon people.” Allen said.

“I don’t think there is anything wrong with Blade Demon, it’s all lifeforms on the planet, there is not much difference.”

“You are a human being and an officer, so you are still standing here talking. If you are Blade Demon, now I have your head cut off, that’s the difference.” Allen shook his head and said, “Well First Lieutenant, this topic is up Stop here. Take care of your soldiers, Nash, and follow me.”

When leaving with Nash, Allen heard a weird smile behind him. He shook the head and said, “these all are who.”

“Border Military Army, a bunch of bastards.” Nash snorted and said, “I don’t know what Colonel thinks, let them live in the dormitory. Before fighting, some brothers were sacrificed, and many dormitories were vacant. It was cheap. Lost them.”

It was the first time Allen heard about Border Military Army, and after a careful question, he understood that they were all who.

In this way, the casual attitude of those people is probably understandable.

Nothing in the night.

The next day, Allen went to see Berry Colonel. When entering the office, Pericles and Kejiesi had just retreated, Berry Colonel turned his back to the door, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows sufficient to see the entire base playground. Without looking back, he said: “I have been in this base for almost 5 years. If it falls into the hands of Blade Demon, the first person who will not forgive is myself. Fortunately, none of this has happened. Come on, talk about it. Your plan.”

Prior to this, Allen had submitted to Berry Colonel a feasibility report on re-launching the military’s Magical Equipment promotion plan. He had already seen Kudla’s project archives. At that time, what Kudla wanted to popularize was a “fire missile” sequence, which could use origin force to excite Fire Attribute missiles with explosion and splash effects. Kudla intends to change this sequence of energy guiding pivots to reduce energy consumption to be common to the military.

After reducing the energy consumption, the missile will no longer have the splash effect, but it still retains the destructive power of instantaneous heat and explosion. One or two rounds may not be very useful, but more than 2 rounds of concentrated fire attack, the lethality per unit time is sufficient to seriously hurt Awakening powerhouse.

This is the so-called quantitative change leading to qualitative change.

After all, an expert at this level of Awakening is already the backbone of any camp’s battle strength, and it is not easy to cultivate each one. However, the ordinary origin user, even if the innate talent is limited and unable to Ignition Seed of Fire, can still use medicine to generate a level 5 or 6 origin force. Of course, this method is not inhuman, and it is harmful to the user’s body. Compared with cultivating Awakening, it is much easier.

At that time, Kudla’s plan was forced to terminate because his own technology was limited, and he was in Dark Field Star and could not get additional technical support. After repeated trials to no avail, unable to circumvent established theories and deep-rooted formulas and other issues, I finally had no choice but to stop. Allen did not have this problem. His sequence knowledge was taught by Hughton. Hughton’s courses were completely unsystematic. Allen was taught only basic theories and formulas. Others are purely played and deduced by Allen. Of course, this kind of guidance cannot be popularized. It is not Allen’s memorable super memory, who can adapt to Hughton’s teaching method.

But because of this, Allen was not affected by too many so-called conventions, and was often able to solve technical problems in a cardinal way.

After he took over some of Kudla’s design sketches, he soon discovered that Kudla was stuck in mental inertia, and as for was unable to escape from the formulas and frameworks that had been used for many years. Allen directly broke that framework, first assumed the origin force level of the user, and then determined the source point arrangement, and then reversed the evolution to finally determine the design of the energy guiding pivot array.

But the plan is there, but it still needs actual data for debugging. After all, as an ordinary Magical Equipment, Allen needs to master a large amount of experimental data to be able to determine the final sequence plan. Here, the most difficult point to overcome is the balance between origin force output and destructive power. Only by finding this balance can the maximum cost performance of this sequence be achieved.

In fact, the popularity of Magical Equipment is nothing new. Back in the days of Father of Magical Equipment Monroe, someone put forward this idea. It was a pity that it could not be realized due to limited technology and resources. Later, when such conditions were met, the factory produced by Magical Equipment and the talents of sequence design were controlled by several Great Family. What the federal government can control is only part of it.

Out of considerations of interest, no factory is willing to do so even if it can achieve the conditions for universal military use. Because of the consequences of doing so, the balance of the entire chain of interests will be broken. Even the federal government has not implemented this reform because of the checks and balances of many relationships.

Now, Allen re-presented the project that Kudla hadn’t completed, and Berry listened to his report with the attitude of listening. Unexpectedly, the plans and data listed by Allen showed that the project is expected to be realized, but Berry hesitated. After all, if Allen completes this project, I don’t know how many people’s interests will be shaken. In the long run, it will even have an immeasurable impact.

Fortunately, Allen currently only stays in theory. It will take a long time for distance to be realized and put into actual combat, which gives Berry a chance to consider. At least, he can report it to Windsor Bellow, which is determined by Greedy Wolf Marshal.

“Colonel…” Seeing Berry’s distraction, Allen called.

Berry clicked nodded to signal that he was listening.

Allen said sternly: “I need some volunteers to participate in the data collection. At least 100 people are left and right to be able to deduce the parameters I need.”

“100 people?” Berry frowned said, “That’s not a small number, not to mention recently…no, there is.”

“Well, you go to work first. In the afternoon, I will send people to you.”

Allen said cheerfully, “Thank you for your support, Colonel.”

He saluted and left, and Berry laughed and said, “But it’s hard to tell if they will cooperate.”

Colonel’s candidates are the guys from the Border Military Army. They are also idle when they are idle, so if they were to be experiment subjects for Allen. It’s just that the Border Military Army is loosely disciplined. Whether they can cooperate with Allen is indeed the last word. Berry did not deliberately embarrass Allen, but now the regular army in the base has a task, how can it draw 100 people to collect data for Allen.

Having made up his mind, Berry turned on a light screen in front of his desk and requested to talk to Windsor Bellow. The review of the call was passed after 10 points, and after a few seconds of connection, the silhouette of Windsor Bellow appeared on the screen. The female Marshal seemed to have just come off the battlefield, a little tired, and threw herself on the leather chair. Supporting his chin with his hand, he tilted his head and looked towards Berry and said, “I’m very busy, please say something quickly, Colonel.”

“Sorry to interrupt, it’s about your students.”

“Allen? What’s wrong, isn’t something wrong?” Windsor Bellow asked nervously.

Berry shook his head and smiled, “No, it’s just that Allen Sergeant just proposed a plan to me.”

“what’s the plan?”

“The project proposed by Mr. Kudla before, Allen Sergeant feels that it is completely possible. The report he submitted did point out this point, but I don’t know whether Sergeant should continue to do it. Just like Mr. Kudla back then It was also because the interests of some people were touched that the project was forced to stop.” Berry Colonel said cautiously.

Windsor Bellow’s pupils gleamed like gold, and she gladly said: “Don’t think about it, let Allen do it. Of course, this project needs to be kept secret. And the final result asked him to give me a detailed report. This must include a complete design plan and production process. Now we are cooperating with Beskard to develop Magical Equipment. Such equipment can be produced by Beskard, and then limited to our Sirius internal use. In this way, it will greatly enhance the battle strength of our army. , It can also avoid conflicts of interest in the business of Magical Equipment.”

“Unless, someone tired of living wants me to fight against.” Windsor Bellow said with a sneer, reaching out and shaking his hand.

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