"Why do bombs always use this sound as an explosion chime? No, why do bombs always have chimes?"
Jenkins thought about these nonsense things in his mind, and the five fingers of his left hand turned into a hand knife, cut off the boy's right arm, and threw it violently into the sky before it exploded.
The ship's protective layer also had a limit above it, but the boy's arm was a product of transformation, so it was not attacked by the metal monsters prowling in the dense fog above. The arm flew into the dense fog beyond Jenkins' field of vision, and then exploded like a thunder, but unexpectedly there was no fire.
On the contrary, the thick fog that was originally stable was swirled into a vortex, and some unidentifiable black figures shuttled through the fog, as if searching for something, but quickly disappeared again.
"It seems that the external environment is really bad to a certain extent. Could it be that in the background setting of the story, there will not be only this ship left in this world... Then this ship is renamed 'Noah's Ark'. good."
Jenkins withdrew his gaze and looked at the boy pierced on the sword again, which was equivalent to Jenkins holding the boy like a lantern with the strength of his right hand:
"Is there anything else you want to say?"
"Great wisdom will deal with all enemies, you bloody heretic!"
After finishing speaking, he even wanted to spit in Jenkins' face, but Jenkins punched his lungs and could barely breathe.
Having had his right arm amputated by Jenkins, the boy is now full flesh and blood, but remains faithful to the Great Wisdom. On the one hand, this can reflect the strong brainwashing ability of the difference machine, and on the other hand, it can also show how shameless the other party is when setting up this strange story.
"But for this strange situation, how could the difference machine interfere so deeply?"
While thinking, he pulled the boy off the sword and threw him overboard. Because he didn't perform complete metal alienation, he was judged as a flesh-and-blood heresy by the underwater creatures outside the ship. Metal tentacles protruded from the water surface and pulled the boy with a broken arm into the bottom of the water.
If Jenkins had dared to look overboard, he could have seen a stream of red, bubbly bubbles rising from the bottom, but he didn't have the leisure time now.
"Okay, the second one. It is basically confirmed that the difference engine that descends in the background of the story, or a part of the difference engine, has the power of all the difference engines, and even some powers that I don't know."
He patted Chocolat again, and Choco called obediently, and then pointed out the location of the third person.
The third, near the clearing where Jenkins had started fishing, lay alone, covered with a brown cloth blanket and a crumpled cardboard box under his head.
Jenkins was motionless as if asleep before Jenkins approached, and when Jenkins crossed the boundary of contact, he jumped up like the boy just now.
Neither escaping nor trying to attack Jenkins, the man tiptoed around in a circle, and then turned into a light and got into the cardboard box with a whoosh. The deflated cardboard box immediately became full as if it was full of things, and at the same time, the box that was just an ordinary item actually had aura.
"What is this? Ritual or ability? Or some kind of unobservable numbered item?"
Jenkins didn't touch the cardboard box directly, but touched it twice with the magic sword, and found that the sword couldn't penetrate it. It is not that the carton is strong, but that it cannot be touched at all, and the carton is avoiding danger.
"interesting."
I tried it again with the big spiral sword, probably because the flame on the sword was more dangerous. This time, as soon as the sword was stretched over, the cardboard box was deformed and dented like plasticine, making it impossible for the large spiral sword to touch it.
So Jenkins bent down and picked up the box. The box also wanted to avoid Jenkins, but Jenkins glared at him and dared not change his shape. He picked up the box and threw it directly overboard. The tentacles from just now came out of the water again, but the box still escaped the tentacle puncture by deforming.
Then the box fell into the water, and it was not known whether it could continue to hide from the bottom of the water.
Jenkins did not continue to pay attention, but walked back to the female boatswain.
"I have expelled three suspicious guys from this ship."
Although the third man was not killed, he did leave the ship.
"Okay, you've done a good job. As agreed, you can get an additional permission from me, and two other pieces of information. Here are the permissions."
She didn't think much about it, and directly untied the red rope tied to her left wrist and handed it to Jenkins:
"Tie the rope anywhere on the fence and it will work."
Jenkins nodded without asking further questions.
"Then you can choose two messages next—
You can know the destination of the ship; you can know the specific process of building the ship; you can know the dangers you will face after leaving the range of the ship; you can know part of the information about the 'unnameable thing'. "
Although it is also a choice of two out of four, the information that the boatswain can provide is much better than the two people just now, probably because of their identity. But Jenkins is not enough:
"May I know from you how long it will take to reach the destination?"
The bosun shook her head.
"May I know from you which refugee on deck has the highest inquiry value?"
The bosun was still shaking her head.
Jenkins felt some regret, and then chose to know the ship's destination and "information about the indescribable". The craftsmanship of the boat is not very helpful to crack the delusion, it is more like a reward that can bring out the delusion, and Jenkins has not yet thought of the danger of leaving the range of the ship. In fact, this one can also be selected. Unfortunately, he only had two chances, so he gave up after weighing it.
"The destination of the ship is the last refuge. After the disaster, people and other races living in this world did not think of a way, but the others were destroyed, and now there is only the only refuge left. The destination is in At the end of the river, in order to express their resistance to the disaster, the builders built it in the shape of a tree, and in order to shield it from interference, its material was [spirit blocking metal], so the shelter was named - [Steel World Tree].
"It turned out to be the World Tree."
Jenkins sighed, and finally knew the emblem of the savior corresponding to this strange place. If the guess is correct, there is only [unknown way forward] on the ninth floor, which represents fate, and also represents the beginning and the end. I have to say that the difference engine really took great pains.
But he still doesn't believe that the chance of difference will show up on the eighth floor.
"And what about the monster's information?"
he asked again.
"It's not a creature of flesh and blood. Its essence is completely different from ours. Its wisdom and power are beyond our imagination..."
Speaking of which, she deliberately paused, and the fat woman raised her eyes to look at Jenkins, as if she had written "be sure to pay attention to the following sentence" on her face:
"In addition to its own power, it also has a group of helpers."
"Helper? Isn't it the dependent it transformed?"
"No, that is a completely different force from it. They are loyal to it and help him transform the world."
Jenkins thought for a moment before nodding. There must be no difference machine in the original state of Paradise, so the "disaster" in this story of Paradise should be someone else, but after the power of the difference machine penetrates, it becomes a disaster led by the difference machine. .
Therefore, if you want to submit the background of the disaster, you must mention what the "disaster" that originally existed here is. This was probably part of the Difference Engine trap, and if Jenkins submitted the information to the metal head immediately after guessing it, then of course the trap would have failed.
"But is this the only trap?"
Even though each of the first seven treacherous realms had something wrong, the eighth one far surpassed those. Out of prudence, Jenkins still has doubts about the truth. And after getting two pieces of news from the boatswain, because of that permission, he can find another person to get the information, and this will be the last person he can ask in this strange situation.
Without any prompting or any help, Jenkins didn't even use the "tool cat" on his shoulder to sniff, but decided to do it himself this time.
He tied the red rope to the deck railing beside him, and then took out a [Seed of Blasphemy] from his pocket, intending to try it out by divination. Although Ms. Audrey tried for nearly a year and failed to get Jenkins to get started with divination, the undeniable fact is that Jenkins is not completely without a talent for divination. He has the ability to touch fate, but the divination is not going well. .
After the World Tree was nurtured, the world became clearer in Jenkins' eyes. If he wanted to, it would not be impossible to directly use the current state to contact fate.
So Jenkins wanted to try to find clues in his own way, because he felt that this must be the most correct choice at the moment. And even if divination is useless, he has no other way, and in the end it is just random selection.
He took out a pen and drew a black dot on the front of the coin, and then the coin was thrown, but not too high, and did not exceed the shelter height of the ship.
"If it's the front, then I'll look for the target in the direction of the black dot. If it's the back, then I'll turn around and look in the direction of the black dot."
During the flip of the coin, Jenkins blinked. Although it was only for less than a second, he did see the world made up of colored lines again.
Slowly let out a breath, brushed aside Chocolate's wagging tail, and let go of his palm.
Turning 180 degrees on the spot, after bypassing a pile of canvas that had been eaten by moths, it stopped in front of an old man missing a leg. He looked stocky and had gray hair, but a few black strands could be found. He was wearing a washed-out sailor shirt on his upper body, and ordinary black loose pants on his lower body.