Steel steam and flame

Principal Stanlos took a few steps forward and went to the deep pool in the shape of a flower bed. He stretched out his head and carefully looked at it: "The students in the recent batches are much happier than before. The warm climate, the right temperature, and a You can observe the giant world tree that glows at night.”

"Lucky?" Macquarie went to squat down by the deep pool and dipped his hand into the thick dragon blood inside. "It can also be said that he is unlucky. It is all due to the survival rate of each mission. Besides, once After graduation, what awaits them is no longer the previous internal positions in the empire, but a real battlefield with a large number of killing machines. The environment outside is much worse than inside the school. After the Little World Tree changed the environmental structure here, the military headquarters. School is their last warm place.”

There is an imperceptible film on Macquarie's hands, which is a layer of biological skin and a hydrophobic layer-like film formed by superimposed energy. Not a drop of dragon's blood sticks to his hands. It seems that the two are not essentially the same thing and exist in different layers of space.

"The military school has become a warm place. I don't know if this is a good thing or bad news?" He looked at the principal aside, "A large number of students from the expanded enrollment will come to the school one after another in the past two weeks. Please ask the principal. "

Principal Stanlos smiled helplessly: "The full-surgery plan is very successful, at least for now. But I can't guarantee how many of the large numbers of students you send will accept the concept of the military school. They are selected elite members of ordinary humans. Those who are engaged in functional structures have already gone to the seminary, and are widely separated from the real battlefield. They are definitely willing to accept the changes brought about by the surgery, a stronger body, and a stronger body. A keen spirit is what every ordinary person likes.”

"But for the students who come to the military school, most of them are adults and their ideas are relatively fixed. The benefits of surgery are certainly worthy of joy, but joining the ecosystem of surgeons and being invested in The predetermined outcome of the war is not so easy to accept.”

"They cherish life more, and many of them have the same thoughts as the Holy Fathers and Presbyterian members of the old empire. Compared with war, pursuing the rights and power brought by surgery is the true thought of many people."

Principal Stanlos followed McGregor and went to Grote's side, "How are you going to solve this problem? It must be in your expectation and you have prepared a plan to deal with it, right?"

"Don't worry, the entire operation plan for all members is relatively complete." McGree said with confidence, "Just enjoy the process."

Principal Stanlos smiled, "I don't want to get involved. I want to leave the last bit of time to myself and spend it leisurely." He looked at Grote, his eyes fixed on the seed held up by one hand. Go up, "Mr. Grote, is it time?"

"Are the students at the military school watching?" Grote's perception continued to spread, covering most of the Blanco Mountains at this moment, including the situation in the school. And with the help of the frozen air energy floating in the sky of Manoma, spiritual perception can also capture things further away.

"Ah... I wonder who leaked the news." The principal laughed and added, "Anyway, I can't hide it from them. The distance is not very far, it is so close."

Grote shook his head before giving the signal. By the deep pool in the shape of a flower bed, everyone evacuated, leaving enough distance and space. The small world tree that broke through the rock formations in the southern forest at that moment has become a standard. The thickness of the trunk, the depth of the roots, etc., have been measured one by one and become data. When seeds are planted, the recorded data will be used later.

Without any special ceremony, Grote threw the seed directly, and it fell into the deep pool with a "dong" sound. The thick dragon blood failed to make even a splash. The seeds have weight, and instead of floating, they sink like a mire, sinking slowly and quickly out of sight.

There were no obvious changes. The seeds were like stones, slowly sinking to the bottom.

Grote also retreated at this moment, going beyond the calculated distance. When he stopped, there was already an alloy test tube the size of a baby's arm in his hand.

"Ready?" He looked around and gave orders and signals to the observers and recorders scattered in all directions. This is a well-prepared observation experiment, and it is also the first time to plant a Small World Tree. More observations and data will mean whether seed planting in other areas of the empire will proceed smoothly.

"Does Cassia know?" The untimely question came from Principal Stedanlos.

Grote shrugged his shoulders, "He will agree. If you draw a little blood, he won't die. Besides, Perkins did it too. He drew more than me. He carried a bucket to bleed!" His hands were involuntary! He gestured to the size and shape of the bucket, "How could he finish it all! At the Avalon Institution, the professors were very 'polite' in drawing blood, and so was I. There was only Perkins, and he was the only one..."

He was still sighing as he said, "I just carried a bucket and a first-generation holy sword and walked over."

"Uh..." McGregor and Principal Stanlos suddenly thought of something and subconsciously covered their ears, not wanting to hear any more words.

"It's okay. We won't tell Miss Elinor. "Groot smiled friendly, showing a row of white and healthy teeth. But in the eyes of McGregor and Principal Sterdanlos, the smile was not only unhealthy, but full of endless horror. At this moment, they finally understood why they were the only ones who came to the Blanco Mountains for the first seed planting, and people like Lisuman, Hilda, and the President of the Imperial Parliament, who had already returned, did not come to see it in person.

The two looked at each other, their eyes full of helplessness.

"Okay, don't be afraid. Miss Elinor's temper has improved a lot." Grot comforted enthusiastically, "Let's start!"

The test tube containing Cassia's native blood was thrown out and hovered over the deep pool. The alloy shell of the test tube was evaporated by the bioelectric induction force field, and the strong uranium-gold radiation of the blood suddenly shone around with green light.

McGregor and Principal Sterdanlos looked at it, shook their heads, and did not comment.

The ball of native blood fell into the deep pool under Grot's control. There was no drastic change. Cassia's blood naturally merged into the dragon blood, but the whole pool of blood was eroded. When the color changed, the deep pool itself also emitted a faint green fluorescence.

Ten seconds later, the rock under his feet shook, and a vortex appeared in the blood in the deep pool, and the whole pool of blood began to sink. Then, in the eyes of everyone, a tree trunk with irregularly flashing dark green lines rushed out of the deep pool and stabbed towards the gloomy and dark sky.