Mages Are Too OP

It is said that the transfer order is passed immediately, and the person can leave immediately, but about the research of the department, I still have to explain it.

After all, he had been away for a while, and many experiments had to be stopped.

Some of the more fragmented things were just delayed until the next day before Roland could set off.

At the same time, he also moved his virtual cabin to the plane. Originally, Civil Aviation did not want to transport this big guy.

Then it took just over half a day for Roland to arrive at a space base in the middle of Rabbit Country.

Was quite warmly welcomed.

Then there was the wind and dust. Someone even helped Roland install the virtual cabin and connect to the dedicated external network.

After a night's rest, Roland was pulled into a large warehouse early.

Surrounded by custom-made building materials.

There are also many unused molds, set aside.

"Hello, Comrade Huang." A middle-aged man with a tablet approached him. After shaking hands with Roland, he said, "Our leader has already told us about your affairs. Now please cooperate with us a little bit and do A test of conversion of raw materials, okay?"

Roland came here, of course, for this purpose, and nodded immediately: "No problem."

"We have prepared more than a dozen different densities, different soil qualities and different degrees of muddy water." He raised his hand and waved back, and soon a worker came over with a cart of molds and placed them on Roland's In front: "We have prepared 3 pieces of each type of mud water, forty-eight pieces in total. We need enough materials to sample, please."

Then three people came rushing by, and quickly set up high-speed cameras.

Roland raised his eyebrows, it seemed that the other party still didn't quite believe him.

Afraid of cheating?

But it's normal to think about it. What happened to Roland was too exaggerated. No one would believe it until he saw it with his own eyes.

After all, this is too destructive.

And Roland estimates that it is not only the people in front of him who are watching him now. There are several cameras in the warehouse. They were originally used to monitor the inventory and prevent things from being lost, but it is estimated that there are many leaders in the monitoring room watching him through the cameras. right.

Of course, Roland didn't care much about it either. He walked to the cart, looked at the piles of water, filled with different shades of yellow muddy water, and asked, "Can we start?"

"Okay, do you need us to help me move these things down one by one?" the middle-aged man asked.

Roland shook his head.

He flicked his fingers, and a cloud of yellowish magical power enveloped the molds.

The people around looked at the magical energy that suddenly appeared, and their eyes were about to pop out. One of them even wanted to touch it to make sure that he was hallucinating.

The colleague next to him immediately took his hand and shook his head.

Then the man backed away.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, the yellow energy light group dissipated.

Roland said, "Okay."

The middle-aged person in charge immediately came up, picked up a mold at random, and slammed it hard on the ground.

The mold does not know what material it is, and it is very brittle. It will be broken after a smash, and then the parts that have solidified into small stone square pillars fall out.

Pale yellow, the surface is very smooth and reflective.

He tried to knock on the ground, and the ground under the stone pillar made a thumping sound.

very hard.

Then the middle-aged person in charge hit the ground harder.

The cement has been beaten to pieces, and the stone pillars in its hands have nothing to do with it.

I wiped away the plaster from the impact with my hands, and there was no flower mark on the stone pillar.

It looks like a durable game.

Several other people also came over, smashed several molds, and tried the parts in their hands, all of which were frighteningly hard.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but said: "Comrade Huang, we are going to use these things to test its data, please trouble you this time."

"Should be."

Then the middle-aged person in charge sent Roland back to the temporary dormitory, he said a few polite words at random, and then left in a hurry.

It's not that they kill the donkey, but they are really interested in those stone pillars.

Because this is a fairly authoritative and comprehensive test, it will take several days.

During this time, Roland stayed in the dormitory almost all the time.

After all, this is also a secret department, so he can't help but run around.

A few days later, the test results came out.

They held an emergency meeting, and almost all of the base's bosses and important researchers came.

The old man who seconded Roland sat on the podium and said, "Most of the test results have come out, and the data are quite gratifying. Almost all the indicators of the slurry water that has been added to the building materials after curing into building materials are better than what we have done before. The materials are much better. Especially the two mud waters mixed with titanium powder on No. 9 and No. 18, the comprehensive data is surprisingly high, the only disadvantage is the thermal conductivity, which is higher than the slate with the worst thermal conductivity. About five percent."

Hearing this, everyone in the meeting laughed.

The thermal conductivity of these slates is inherently quite low, only five percent higher than the lowest, and the effect is minimal.

"In other words, these slates and strips can completely replace our previous materials." The old man said: "Now raise your hand to agree to use this material for the outer wall of the lunar base, please raise your hand."

Everyone raised their hands high.

"Then it's settled." The old man made a direct decision: "Tomorrow, we will start the mold work. Comrade Huang is seconded to us. There is a time limit."

"Elder Xu, can you keep him with us?" a researcher called out, "The eggs can only be eaten for a while. Wouldn't it be better for us to grab the old hens that lay eggs?"

The old man smiled on the table: "People have their own scientific research projects to do, and they are no less important than ours. Who do you think the Huang factor you can eat now and then is the product?"

All the researchers are not stupid, they understand what they mean when they hear this.

This is amazing... I didn't expect it to be the research result of this young man.

The next day, Roland became a typical tool man.

Been helping these guys make molds.

Because the crystal stick was not brought with him, he couldn't prostitute the magic element for free, so he could only replenish it by himself.

Basically, every day, the magic elements that are transformed into demons will be squeezed out.

In less than ten days, Roland began to lose weight... In fact, it was not that serious, but it seemed that the dark circles under his eyes were more obvious.

In reality, he became a building material manufacturer, and in the game, as time passed, the infrastructure of the floating city was completely completed.

According to what Roland got at the base, the foundation of the first phase of the project, the architects and sculpture masters of the Royal City of Frans were free to play and create freely.

Originally, the layout of the building that looked like an 'army' style on the schematic diagram was just released by them as a city garden, or a sky garden is more suitable.

And that doesn't really affect the convenience of the building layout above.

Roland was very happy.

Without compromising functionality and convenience, who wouldn't want their home to be more beautiful.

Roland was quite satisfied that the infrastructure of the floating city was completed. He took the initiative to take out a lot of gold coins, which was considered as hard work, and handed it over to these masters of construction and sculpture.

A small number of people accepted it, and a large majority were unwilling to accept it. In the end, there was an old master with dwarf blood, a big beard and a plump face, and said, "Your Excellency Roland, can we grow on this? live long."

They can see that the convenience of this floating city is quite strong.

There are three teleportation arrays, one teleports to the Wetland City of Hollevin, one is the square of the Royal City of Frans, and the other is teleported directly to the Royal Palace of France.

Of course, the latter teleportation array is dedicated to Roland and Stephanie.

And the first two, they can be used freely.

During the nearly half a year of bricklaying, they used the first two teleportation arrays a lot during their breaks.

Not to mention the Royal City of France, their home is here.

The legendary city of Wetland City also gave them a lot of surprises.

In fact, the entire world is now gradually opening the teleportation array, and it will become more and more convenient to travel in the future.

Flying mounts face strong competitive pressure.

But the floating city still has more significance.

Safety!

In the main plane, the floating city is the top combat power, and living in the air, you can call yourself the people of the sky in the future, isn't it glorious?

With this thought in mind, they asked Roland to give the spear a place to rest on it.

After all, these places were built by them and their apprentices. There are a large living area, and it is not a problem to live in hundreds of thousands of people.

Roland thought for a while and said, "I'd be happy to let you all stay here, but whether the King City of France is willing to let people go is another matter. Besides, I'll be staying in the astral world for a long time in the future. It's not a safe place, so you can tell Stephanie your opinion first, and then make a decision with her when I get back from the astral world, okay?"

This is really true.

These people are willing to wait, but the Royal Palace of France may not be willing to let them go.

These masters are talents cultivated by Wangcheng for generations, and even the apprentices who work are first-class construction masters and carpentry elites.

Under normal circumstances, no country is willing to give up such a group of people to go abroad.

These masters sighed and left one after another.

After confirming that there was no one else in the floating city, Roland flew it high into the sky.

Flying all the way up, flying above the white clouds, and then flying to the junction of the astral world and the main plane.

Above the head is a dark starry sky, and below it is an endless cloud layer like a white creep.

Roland teleported to the core of the magic grid, and looked at the magic cubes connected in series or in parallel. After checking for a while, he made sure that the magic cubes were all right. The 'Killing Godhead'.

From the heart, Roland didn't like this godhead. After all, no one was clear about the meaning of torture.

The godhead appeared, emitting a white light in Roland's hand.

Then the magic core of the grid began to vibrate gradually, as if it wanted to generate the same vibration frequency as the slaughtering godhead and assimilate the other party.

Roland did not hesitate to connect himself to the core of the magic grid, and after his whole body radiated green light, Roland threw the shards of the Godhead into the core without hesitation.

The white energy balls melted away in an instant, like snow balls melted into the frying pan.

And Roland felt that something suddenly appeared in his spiritual world.

Because now he's connected to the Magic Grid Core, throwing something into the Grid Core is no different than throwing it into his brain.

The fragments of the godhead are melting, turning into energy, and at the same time separating many intermittent memory fragments.

There are Abuck's, and there are others.

It is estimated that it is a memory shared by the previous torture gods.

The memories are layered on top of each other and look disgusting and dizzy.

Looking at these picture fragments, people will subconsciously think that this is part of their memory, but the instinct of wisdom will tell themselves that these are not.

Under the conflict between the two, it is easy to feel nauseated.

So Roland tried his best to control his mind not to peek at these memories, but these memories came to him.

In addition, the Godhead is essentially a collection of human consciousness and emotional results.

Therefore, almost all of the cruelty in the killing of the godhead is cruel.

And these memories have a clear 'purpose', which is to reside in the soul of intelligent creatures.

Probably because only intelligent creatures have rich emotions.

Although it is only about one-third of the godhead fragments, the memory contained in it is too huge.

Roland is very strong now, and under the connection of the grid magic core, his willpower is also ridiculously strong, but the trouble is, he has not practiced soul magic in the true sense.

Now he has encountered a big problem... He has no way to block and assimilate the memories in these godhead fragments, or the broken soul.

Dense souls appeared in Roland's spiritual world.

Heaven and earth are full of souls.

These remnants of memories, or broken souls, are almost filling the whole world.

Roland, on the other hand, was like a poor man on the Fusang subway, squeezed on the ground by the crowd of people around him, unable to move.

How to do!

Roland's soul made a weak and helpless voice.

If it goes on like this, he will have to be squeezed out by these unconscious memories.

Just when he couldn't think of a way, the earth of the soul suddenly cracked, and a huge gap appeared.

A white light group floated up from the ground, that is, from the depths of the soul.

This light group exudes a warm light, and produces a strange suction, first the soul of the sky is sucked into this light group.

Then all the souls on the ground were sucked in.

Roland stared at the light group in the air, and then he remembered it and knew what it was.

own virtual godhead.

This thing is mainly used as the soul connector between him and Anna, and it is usually not used, so he almost forgot that he still has such a tall thing.

Looking at the souls squeezed into black beads in this light group, Roland immediately felt uncomfortable.

After all, intensive phobia, everyone has a little bit of it.

Then his consciousness popped out of the soul world.

The grid magic core in front of him gradually became brighter and darker, as if it were a heartbeat.

And Roland also received two system messages.

'The grid magic core is devouring divine energy for fusion, the result is unknown, countdown: 23.58.11'

'Your virtual grid is transforming into a slaughtering godhead, and the countdown to complete transformation is successful: 71.58.11'

Are you going to become a god of torture?

Wait, I'm not even a demigod!