Many days later.
Atlanta City.
Inside the translucent huge urban energy shield is a dense and spectacular group of buildings.
One after another, spires and square buildings stretch vertically to high places, as if they will not stop until they touch the top of the protective shield. Many public buildings also refuse to lag behind. Although the height is incomparable, they cover an extremely wide area. It's like a small independent city.
On the road between "small town" and "small town", there is a constant flow of pedestrians and busy traffic. A brand-new locomotive is driving along the railway track from the direction outside the city. After passing many pedestrians, it sprays a large stream of white mist towards the city. Go to the center.
After a while, the brand-new locomotive arrived at the city center transportation station. The door of the first compartment opened and a large group of people got out. Almost all of this group of people had gauze wrapped around their arms or legs, and they were all injured, but they were in good spirits. After getting off the bus, they looked curiously at Atlanta—looking at the scene of this city known as the Pearl of Sarin. .
Among these people were Goering, the leader of the Gray Parrot Reinforcement Regiment, Bob, the engine commander, as well as Frank and Philip, the crew members, and another Philip, Machu Philip.
They didn't look at the platform for too long when a dedicated person appeared and politely led them out of the transportation station to a magnificent semicircular building in Atlanta.
There is the city auditorium, which was specially built for holding some significant ceremonies, and Frank, Philip and others came here precisely to participate in the medal awarding ceremony held there today. Different levels of Richard Medals will be awarded to them according to their different contributions in the Pravda Society's catastrophic attack.
Frank, Phillip and his entourage all had a little excitement on their faces. After all, whether it was accepting the medal awarded by Jasmine, the Lord of Atlanta, or visiting the "legendary" Atlanta for a long time, it was a memorable event. things.
Under the leadership of specialized personnel, they quickly arrived in front of the city auditorium, then entered the huge arch and disappeared from sight.
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At the same time, in a cyan eggshell-shaped building not far from the city auditorium, Richard, the nominal supreme ruler of the entire Sarin, was observing a study.
In a huge laboratory with a floor height of four meters and a radius of nearly 20 meters, a research team headed by the lich old man Afu was busy around an experimental table.
On the experimental table was the captured Director of the Society of Truth, Foehn Feng.
This extremely powerful being was completely unable to move at this time and could only lie down like a wax figure, allowing the old man Lich and his group to operate.
Richard stood not far away, watching and mentally assessing the progress of the work.
With a "squeak" sound, the door of the laboratory suddenly opened, and the eight-armed skeleton Anan poked into a skull head, the ghost fire in the eye sockets fluctuating slightly.
As if being stimulated, the Lich Old Man's entire group suddenly stopped. The Lich Old Man Afu glared at the eight-armed skeleton fiercely, and shouted seriously: "You dead skeleton, I told you, this The guy’s bones can be yours, but only after I’ve finished my research. If you try to cause trouble again, I’ll have to tear you apart, believe it or not?!”
The ghost fire in the eyes of the eight-armed skeleton didn't react much, and even calmed down completely. It seemed that he didn't care about the words of the old man Lich, but he turned his neck bones and saw that Richard was here, and finally quietly exited the door with his head. It's rare for someone with moral integrity to close the door.
The old man Lich watched the eight-armed skeleton leave, snorted coldly, waved something like a metal syringe in his hand, looked at Richard and said: "I'm just looking at your face, otherwise I'll just rely on him grabbing it before." I'll tear him down right in front of him!"
"Yeah." Richard nodded, expressing his belief.
The old man Lich seemed to be a little lacking in self-confidence and said loudly: "What I said is true. That day I was afraid of hurting the experimental target and did not use my full strength. Otherwise, I would definitely be able to defeat this dead skeleton!"
"Yeah." Richard continued to nod.
But the more Richard behaved like this, the more guilty the old man Lich felt. Finally he opened his mouth, did not continue, and vented his anger on Foehn Feng on the experimental table.
Holding the metal syringe in his hand, he stabbed Foehn Feng's head from the temple with a "pop" sound, and the slender needle tip was completely submerged in an instant.
After that, light blue spiral patterns lit up on the metal syringe and began to work.
After more than ten seconds, the old lich slowly pulled out the syringe, glanced at the strangely dyed golden needle tip, narrowed his eyes, and handed it to the red-haired assistant wizard next to him.
The red-haired assistant wizard took it without any hesitation. He and several other assistant wizards quickly walked to a pile of machines nearby, put the syringe on it, and started a series of skillful operations.
"Buzz buzz..."
There was a slight roar, and the old man Lich pondered for a moment, looked at Richard, and got down to business: "You have been here for a while, and you should have seen clearly that the cracking process is relatively smooth, but it cannot be done in a short period of time. Success. Because as you guessed, there is indeed a very special power in the body of the experimental target that blocks the memory and soul. Even with previous research experience, it will take many explorations and tests to find a way to crack it.
I estimate that it will take another two weeks to be fully successful. The good news is that if you really crack this, then you can quickly crack it if you encounter something similar, maybe even that true god - of course, the premise is that you can make the opponent like you can control this guy. "
After hearing this, Richard smiled and looked at the Lich Old Man and said, "Anyway, I'll leave it to you, Mr. Afu. I'll wait for your results in two weeks."
"Yes." The old Lich nodded, "I won't let you down. Of course, the eight-armed skeleton causing trouble in the middle is not my problem."
"Mr. Anan won't do it. I have communicated with him."
"Hopefully." The old Lich didn't really believe it. He was obviously very wary of the eight-armed skeleton and complained, "I think you'd better move him to a safer place, such as the Black Sun Castle. , Luyuan Castle…”
As soon as the old lich said this, there was a sudden "boom" outside, and the whole building shook slightly.
The old man Lich was stunned for a moment, then looked towards the direction from which the sound came, and asked Richard strangely: "Well, what's going on?"
Richard also glanced at the place where the sound came from, and then he seemed to have received some information. He pressed his fingers lightly on his ears, his expression changed a few times, and he explained to the old man Lich: "It's the light coming from the Castle of Light outside the city." There was a little problem and they were asking me to come over and take a look.”
"Oh, that's it."
"Then Mr. Ah Fu, I'll leave it to you. I don't have anything else to do. I'll go over first." Richard waved his hand as a farewell. After waving, his whole body quickly melted into the air and disappeared.
The old Lich blinked, thought of something, and said quietly: "Actually... I can accept that damn skeleton brought to the Castle of Light."
But Richard obviously couldn't hear these words.
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