Chapter 835 Accident (Thanks to the Leader of Erbing Who Rang the Bell

Blood fever.

This is what the alchemists call such symptoms.

The chain reaction caused by the precipitation of a large amount of hell and abyss essence in the body, and the alchemical poison that seeps into the body bit by bit over the years and through contact with miracles and disasters.

Too huge miracles and disasters depend on it. Once it enters the restless period, the source material will quickly split, interfere with the body, and produce terrifying high fever.

This is the love that comes from molten fire.

The sick alchemist would instead be proud of it.

If you don’t go too far on this path, if you can’t forge the purest miracles and disasters, you will definitely not be able to have such profound karma.

This is not a symptom that cannot be suppressed and alleviated.

This is even more true for Garlandon.

Only the timing was wrong, at such an awkward joint.

Neither blood transfusion nor cooling with a silver cellar was possible. In the environment on the lunar surface, Garlandon could only manage to restrain himself and dissipate the high heat in the body as quickly as possible through dialysis, and then inject medicine to physically This high-heat freezing method is used to cool down.

When the old man stood up from the melted seat half an hour later, there was no longer any burning breath on his body.

Instead, it exuded waves of biting coldness.

His eyes turned into frozen pure white.

When the door was pushed open, the noisy alchemists in the lounge finally calmed down.

Literally, getting quiet in the cold.

The chill is crushing.

Someone among the anxious alchemists said: "Grand Master, we must set off immediately. If we delay, we don't know what will happen."

Garlandon held on to his cane, walked forward slowly, and said calmly: "There are still people who haven't arrived yet."

"Isn't everyone here?"

A red-haired alchemist stood up and retorted: "How long are we going to delay? Just to wait for a latecomer?"

Ragnar Thorvaldsson, the alchemist of the ancient Roman workshop [Silver Monument].

This middle-aged man with a full beard has literally red hair, as bright as fire, with wisps of scarlet running through his hair.

What's even more concerning is his one eye.

After losing his left eye, his right eye became weird and scary, with pupils wandering around in the eye sockets irregularly, cold and indifferent.

Everything reveals its true appearance under the reflection of that one eye.

Including the Grand Master Garland in front of him.

In his eyes, the old man was like a solemn skeleton bathed in lava, wearing a triple crown on his head and holding a three-pronged spiral scepter in his hand, majestic and ferocious.

That is exactly what Garland's true form is after putting aside the appearance of weakness, creating his own miracles and disasters.

——The eye of true seeing.

This is a technology unique to the Nordic lineage. It imitates the ritual performed by the once all-knowing god Odin, hanging upside down in hell for seven days and nights, offering one eye and all of his vision to the abyss, and the alienated perception obtained.

This is also a secret ritual in alchemy, but sacrifices will not always be rewarded, and few can succeed.

It was also the reason why he dared to question the Grand Master's capital.

He is not far from that boundary...

"It's not time to set off yet, Ragnar." Garland glanced at him calmly: "It is my duty to send every invited alchemist to Helios."

"The executioner of the Astronomical Society? The hero of Danbo? Ha, what achievements has he made in alchemy!" Ragna sneered: "If you need brainless thugs, isn't there enough here!"

"Ragnar, watch your words!"

There was a hoarse sound, like iron scraping against each other, so sharp that it stung people's eardrums.

In front of the window in the corner, a burly man leaning on a long staff turned around. He was not dressed like the other alchemists here, but was wearing a weathered leather jacket and jeans, with a hunting knife stuck in his waist.

A burst of cold light burst out from his eyes, and an out-and-out murderous intention emerged.

He warned word for word: "There is a limit to human patience."

That was Valery Ugarov, the Russian metallurgical master who had enmity with Ragnar ten years ago.

Ragnar grinned and was about to retort, but Garlandon suddenly took a step forward and looked towards him with his pale eyes. The cold meaning made his smile freeze for a moment.

Immediately, there was a gloating laugh from the crowd.

"——He can't come!"

It's Rachel.

The alchemist holding the silver mirror grinned and mocked indifferently: "This guy who doesn't know the heights of the world is simply asking for his own death!"

Under the prying eyes of the silver mirror, the fluctuations of source matter hundreds of kilometers away were projected, and the violent changes made everyone present feel frightened.

I don’t know how the brutal fighting could lead to such aftermath.

Next to him, the young man smoking a cigar frowned slightly but said nothing.

But then, his movements stagnated, his expression suddenly changed, and he slid off the sofa as if he had been greased, almost turning into an afterimage, and instantly appeared behind Garlandon.

Everyone was immediately alert: "Izzy, what are you doing!"

But before they could react, Garlandon's cane suddenly fell to the ground, and in a deep voice, complex alchemy secrets emerged from the cane.

A brilliant ray of light emerged from the cane, illuminating everyone's eyes.

That is the most famous and well-known result of alchemy - the Midas touch of gold!

In an instant, the bright golden color spread, almost covering the entire rest room.

But what was faster than it was the explosion of fire.

It was simply a once-in-a-century accident——

A small leak from the water circulation system led to water seepage. The low temperature froze and cracked the cable rubber, causing a short circuit due to the interference of moisture. Under multiple chain reactions, an open flame appeared in the vehicle maintenance room.

A mechanic who was adding fuel was set alight.

In the end, an explosion was triggered that swept through most of the base!

The terrifying air pressure and temperature instantly spread from outside the lounge, destroying the walls and pouring into the room. Even the changing gold could not completely intercept the flying fragments.

But with the opportunity that Garlandon was fighting for, all the alchemists activated the life-saving border relics on their bodies. Heavy brilliance, flying metal or cold liquid water flowed through them, blocking the brunt of the high temperature impact.

The loud explosion and the wail of broken cabins were mixed together. In an instant, the outermost cabin of the lounge was torn into pieces. The vacuum endlessly sucked out the thin air, forming a storm, pulling everything together. People flew out together with the fire.

Terrible hypothermia, suffocation and even changes in air pressure hit.

Several alchemists rolled on the ground. Before they could get up, they lay down in the moon dust and vomited blood with difficulty.

"The sun is the father, the moon is the mother, conceived by the wind, nourished by the earth——"

A low chant sounded from the rapidly thinning air, and then symbols of the four elements emerged and intertwined.

On the surface of the moon, under the reflection of the sun, the blowing of the strong wind and the dancing of the moon dust, alchemy was completed in an instant, from the hands of Garlandon.

Invisible protection spread from under his feet, instantly covering most of the burning and exploding research base, bringing them a ray of precious oxygen and protection.

Send blessings down.

Until now, there are still people who have not realized what happened to them.

Everyone was in a state of panic. Only Izzy, who was the most responsive, was unscathed and even had a cigar in the corner of his mouth.

After patting the eggplant ash that fell on his collar, he showed a scared look.

Some were already coughing up blood violently due to the drastic changes in air pressure, and even lost consciousness. Because lunar surface operations are full of dangers, similar prevention and remediation systems are quite complete.

Soon, under the organization of base researchers, the search and rescue team quickly began to search for survivors. Several unconscious alchemists were sent into the temporarily modified operating vehicle for surgery.

The remaining people also put on space suits, and except for the Grand Master, they were all wrapped in heavy protection.

Even so, accidents still keep happening.

Ragnar's space suit actually had a hole, and Valery's space suit was impacted by the explosion, and what was released turned out to be pure oxygen.

If you don't check carefully, you won't be able to find it at all.

The earth-colored stationmaster repeatedly assured everyone that he had already checked. Yesterday's routine safety inspection was also led by him personally, and there was no problem at all.

Except for the grumpy Ragna who was still scolding, the expressions of the others suddenly became gloomy.

It's a curse, no doubt about it.

A disaster-level curse...

A curse directed at all alchemists present.

"Sorry, I can't stand it anymore. I'm quitting." A younger alchemist took a few steps back and said with a pale face: "I will pay the price for violating the contract, but I can't stand such an inexplicable thing happening to me. On the body."

As he spoke, he took out a border relic from the material bag he carried with him. Although he was heartbroken, he still gritted his teeth and handed it over.

But Garlandon didn't accept it.

"The price of breach of contract will be paid by the Ishikam Society. If something like this happens, it is the Ishikam Society's responsibility." Garlandon glanced at him and said seriously: "But your qualifications have to be transferred, is that okay?"

The young man nodded, and soon, Garland nodded, took the token from his hand, and handed it to a disciple behind him.

Those who quit hurried away.

"There are still people who want to quit. I won't stop them. The conditions are still the same as before." Garland said: "Is there anyone else? The departure time is coming. This is the last chance."

In the end, a total of four people withdrew, and their places were replaced by Garlandon's disciples.

The amount of thirty was not reduced.

But the atmosphere is visibly gloomy.

Just standing on the cold moon surface, staring at the fire that kept popping up and extinguishing in the wreckage ahead, everyone's expressions were uncertain.

Even though he was wrapped in a thick spacesuit, he still felt the deep chill of outer space seeping into his bones bit by bit.

It makes people want to shiver.

Breathing imbalance.

But in this silence, there were intermittent small sounds coming from the channel.

Mixed with current, it's like there's a bad signal.

Gradually it became clear.

Then, the broken whistles gradually subsided, and the cheerful tune echoed in everyone's ears amidst the sound of electricity, like a mockery from afar, making everyone's faces darken.

"Who the hell is whistling!" Valery roared angrily: "Can't you just shut your fucking mouth!"

At this time, whistling on the public microphone is either mindless or heartless.

But the whistles on the public channel did not stop at all, but became increasingly clear.

More and more cheerful.

Full of peace and joy, as if feeling happiness from the bottom of my heart.

In between whistles, some people even sang happily.

"Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell, how happy we are, we are sitting on the sleigh~"

In the dead silence, only singing echoed.

Everyone looked around in confusion, and finally noticed the gradually enlarging and emerging traces on the distant horizon.

Countless silver-white moondust flew up under the impact, as if turning into snowflakes, floating in the low-gravity vacuum.

So beautiful.

Under the pull of a huge dog-shaped creature, the rope made of twisted cables became straightened, and the rough-welded sled rolled forward at an incredible speed.

It's like a train speeding on the moon!

Loaded with heavy 'gifts', the bright red figure sitting on the front of the car was singing happily.

Just like this, it passed through the silent land that no one had stepped on for millions of years. It drifted, it accelerated, it flicked, it made two circles in its original state, and it even drove in reverse when it was happy.

"what is that?"

Ragna even wanted to lift his mask, rub his eyes, and ask dryly: "Santa Claus?"

In the silence, no one responded.

Everyone was stunned to witness this spectacle that they had never seen in their deepest nightmares.

On the surface of the moon, a man in a bright red space suit sat on a simple three-wheeled sled, holding the reins and galloping under the pull of a giant dog, singing loudly.

The dog was even wagging its tongue in the vacuum, looking excited, as if it didn't feel uncomfortable at all and was feeling extremely happy. When its saliva falls on the ground, it freezes into crystal frost flowers.

When countless twinkling moondust fly into the sky, it’s like Santa Claus from a wasteland fairy tale has arrived here.

Breaking through the snowstorm, he sat on his sleigh and galloped across the fields, laughing and singing.

The laughter was long.

Until finally, the sled stopped in front of them with a beautiful tail.

"Sorry, am I late?"

The driver jumped down from above, patting his head, and looked at the Kepler base that was still burning and exploding in front of him, as well as the figures divided into two lines.

Stunned for a moment.

As if flattered.

"Wow, there's a queue to welcome you? And a bonfire party is prepared?"

Huai·Santa Claus·Shi asked curiously: “Did Shi Keu learn to be so enthusiastic!”

silence.

In the long silence, no one responded.