Sword of Daybreaker

For the people living in the eastern part of the Holy Spirit Plain at this time, the arrival of spring means not only the end of the cold winter, the warmer weather, but also the most important turning point of a "battle".

After a cold winter's repression, the reconstruction of the Holy Spirit Plain will be back on track with the advent of the Moon of Recovery. The days when the ice melted will be the days when humankind will return to its former homeland.

Red Maple rebuilt the southern stronghold of the camp.

Dr. Druid, in a white and green-edged uniform, sat behind the table and looked at a form in front of him. After scanning the records above, the tall and thin young man looked up and watched silently standing A tall man across the table wearing a hood.

"From the eastern border region? Volunteer?"

The man in the hood briefly hummed and seemed reluctant to speak.

Dr. Druid, who is in charge of registration, is not surprised by this situation. He has received hundreds of healed people. Crystal infections have caused unimaginable trauma to them. This trauma is not just physical— But he believes that every healer has a chance to return to normal life, at least, they will be accepted here.

"Remove the hood," said the doctor. "Don't worry, I see more."

The tall man remained silent, but at least quite cooperatively, he reached out and took off the hood from his head, and then took off the scarf covering his face.

A face covered with black scabs and residual crystals appeared in front of the doctor, and the scars left by the erosion of the crystals spread along the cheeks and even into the collar.

"... Thank you for being able to survive," said the young doctor, looking at the scars and crystals for a moment, shaking her head slightly with sigh, "but don't worry, there are still many people like you here-the crystal clusters are polluted and left behind. Tens of thousands of infected people were dropped, but this land still welcomes you-this is your number plate. "

The young doctor handed a machine-pressed metal plate to the "healer" in front of him. The metal plate was flashing with fine grid lines and a striking number-32.

"Thirty-two ..." The tall man read the numbers in a low voice, his voice hoarse, with the wounds left by the crystallized infection.

"You can write your own name on the back or not-many people who have healed have given themselves new names, and you can do the same. But the statistics department only recognizes your number, and everyone is the same. . "

The tall man didn't respond, but asked huskyly after a moment of silence: "When will I go to work?"

"Don't worry, someone will take you to work tomorrow morning," the young doctor laughed. "Before that, you can familiarize yourself with the place and the atmosphere here-"

The roar of the machine came from the window along with the call of the workers.

The tall, silent man looked out the window and saw the large vehicle covered with rags parked on the open ground. The workers were working together to carry the sacks unloaded from the car. The young official in uniform was standing next to him and The team leader talked, and among those who unloaded the truck, there were both healthy ordinary people and healers with scars and crystal remnants on their bodies.

The doctor stood up from behind the table and came to the window: "Welcome to the Red Maple Reconstruction District, everything will be fine-just like this land, everything will eventually be rebuilt."

Another large truck covered with tarpaulin drove into the camp, and the warmer wind rolled over the flagpole on the square, blowing the bandage on the side of the carriage to fix the tarpaulin. More builders came up to cooperate with the skill Carrying wooden boxes and sacks unloaded from the car.

"This is the last grain that can be raised in the western region," the captain of the convoy looked at the last truck and said to the young officer next to him, "I hope this will help you."

"It's enough," the young government affairs officer in a coat nodded. "The reserves are enough to keep us in the harvest season, and we will definitely resume production before that."

With a strong arm and a bearded team captain, he looked forward with emotion, and looked at those who were mixed among ordinary people with traces of cluster infection remaining on his body: "The infected people have had a hard time in other areas, I When crossing the border, I saw that there are still villages driving the infected people out of the wilderness ... "

"They are called 'Healers' here. This is an order from their superiors," said the young official. "The evil forces trapped on the land have been eradicated, and the infection can no longer spread. Changing a name is changing people's thinking. Of course, we also understand the fear and hostility of ordinary people to the 'Cluster', so if you meet the healers in the border area again, you can let them come here, and every reconstruction camp here will accept them. We will always welcome more labor. "

"I will convey it for them-they have doubts about the publicity station of the Office of Government Affairs, but an ordinary person returning from the reconstruction area should be more able to gain their trust," the team captain laughed, his eyes glanced over Trucks parked in the open space swept over the reconstruction personnel gathered from all over the place, and could not help but sigh softly, "This is really incredible ..."

"What is incredible?"

"These people, and these things ... the entire empire is operating, just to rebuild this plain ... who dares to imagine such a thing in the Ansu era?" The team captain sighed and shook his head slightly. "This is what Your Majesty's "New Order" ... "

The young government affairs officer did not respond, but looked thoughtfully into the distance, looking through the wall of the rebuilding camp, through the undulating wilderness plain ...

...

The blue flag on the wall of Solingborg fluttered and stretched in the wind. The wind seemed to bring a breath of grass and wood. The long corridor in the research center sounded hurried footsteps. A gray-haired druid hurried Passing the promenade, holding a roll of information in his hand: "No. 3 neutralizer is effective! No. 3 neutralizer is effective !!"

The shouts of middle-aged druids spread through the corridor, the doors of each room opened, and the technicians working in the facility leaned out. After a brief confusion and reaction, the cheers finally began to ring through the whole corridor.

The wind blew through the courtyard outside the corridor. The unusually lush flowers and trees in the courtyard swayed happily in the early spring. The sound of rushes between the branches and leaves was like applause.

Near the research facility, next to the test land, Norris stood up slowly with the help of his assistant. He listened to the sound from the trees and couldn't help but look in the direction of the giant tree of Thorin. He saw the huge tree The plants are shaking their canopy slightly in the bright sunlight, and countless branches and leaves are swaying in the wind, as if mixed with a low voice.

"Secretary, No. 3 neutralizer worked," the assistant's voice came from the side, with excitement and excitement that was difficult to conceal. "This way, even the most polluted land can be effectively purified. The Holy Spirit Plain Grain-producing areas can soon be re-cultivated! "

Norris looked at the land that had been restored to health, and a smile slowly appeared on the wrinkled face. He let out a concealed sigh of relief, looking at the agronomy assistants and the druid experts beside him. Nodding his head: "It's just useful, just as useful ..."

His gaze swept across the tired or excited faces, and finally landed on a special flower vine in the corner. The old man walked slowly and stopped in front of the flower vine: "Ms. Bertila, thank you Without you, we would not be able to find the most effective purification solution so quickly ... "

The flower vine squirmed, green leaves and flowers intertwined, and a female figure emerged from it. Beltila appeared in front of everyone with a plain expression: "Don't thank me ... in the final analysis, I'm just remedying what we committed ourselves mistake."

"But Neutralizer III was done with your assistance after all," Norris shook his head slightly. "And without your life-catalyzing power, we wouldn't be able to complete all the sample tests and tests in just one winter. Comparative analysis."

Beltila listened to Norris, and there was only calmness on the expressionless face.

The poisoner knows how to detoxify. The death of all things that once spread the curse on this land will naturally have detailed information about the curse. As a "miracle creation" that inherits the final legacy of the death of all things, she did succeed. Helping people at the Solimburg Research Institute to find the best way to neutralize crystalline pollution in the soil, just in her opinion ...

This cannot really be called a "glory".

"It's not enough to find the No. 3 neutralizer. The next difficulty is how to mass-produce as soon as possible," said an expert who broke the silence. "It takes time for a thing to move from the research room to the factory, from raw materials to Products also take time-farming in the spring will begin soon, and the ability to resume farming in heavily polluted areas is the key to successfully getting through this difficult time. "

"Fortunately, the preparation process of the neutralizer is not complicated. The existing alchemical plants should have production conditions. The key is to prepare the raw materials and reform the reaction kettle," said another technician. "If Saint Sunier and Pompeii The regional alchemy plant is starting at the same time, and it should be in time. "

Bertila listened to people's discussions, and the branches and flowers behind them swayed gently: "If I need me, I can help-the ecological pod cabin growing in my root system can also be used to synthesize a neutralizer, but it is only efficient May not be comparable to your factory ... "

"Those ecological pods are cultivating the seeds needed for spring ploughing, which is equally important to us," Norris interrupted Bertila. "Mrs. Beltila, please believe in the power of Cecil Industries, the alchemy factory will solve the problem. Down production issues. "

Then the old man smiled again: "Of course, if the risk of insufficient production really arises, we will certainly ask you for help in time."

Beltila watched the old man in front of him quietly, watching this man without any extraordinary power, even his life was about to reach the end, but led thousands of ordinary people like him and willing to devote himself to this. The extraordinary people in the career came to reverse the disaster of the old man, and did not speak for a while.

She closed her eyes slightly, her perception pervaded, and she looked at everything on the land.

In this warming and recovering month, another gust of wind blows across the wilderness plains of the Sorin region. The wind blows the mighty Sorin giant tree to the sun-shade canopy, setting off between layers of branches and broad leaves. Endless waves.

The giant obelisk placed on the top of the Sorin giant tree emits faint blue light, floating in the air and running quietly. It is set in a hub monitoring station under the trunk, and a magic net terminal directly connected to the obelisk is emerging from the sky. Greetings from a distant site:

"The Lu'an Junction sends a message to the Solin Junction and says hello to the compatriots in the reconstruction area-the weather in Lu'an is fine today."

Deep underground in the giant tree area, between the winding roots and the huge roots and whiskers system, the former headquarters of all deaths has been occupied by vines, roots and modern civilization. Bright magic stone lamps illuminate the gloomy and depressed rooms of the past and In the hall, under the light, lush plants cling to the translucent ecological pods. The light yellow biomass solution contains a large amount of life wrapped by the culture medium-it is no longer a distorted experimental organism, nor is it fatal. Sin monster, it's the most unusual grain and legumes, and is quickly maturing.

That was the fruit of Bertila and the Empire's Druids all winter, catalyzed the successful individuals who had cultivated an unknown number of times, and seeds that could thrive in lightly polluted areas.

Imperial druids, wearing robes or robes, were busy between the culture vessels, observing samples, recording data, screening individuals, quiet, orderly, and rigorous.

This makes Bertila can't help but think of the past, remembering the busy appearances of those former Christians in the earth palace.

But everything is clearly different.

After all, technology has returned to its proper direction.