Of course, the difficulty of the two radio communication equipment is not on the same level, at least the latter's core device, the electronic tube, is still being trial-produced by the engineering department.
And the failed works have been piled up into small hills outside the laboratory.
As for Edith's proposal for the transformation of the Skyfire mentioned in the report, Roland was quite moved. At a technical level, it is not difficult to transplant a 35mm sniper gun to a biplane, as long as the entire gun body is buried directly under the belly and the shooter seat is eliminated. If the number of ammunition carried is controlled within ten rounds, it can be roughly balanced in terms of weight, and there is no need to change other places.
The only problem is that if you want to get a large-sized god stone warhead, you must use the blood of a witch or a devil to dissolve and separate the god stone ore veins, until you get a god stone of moderate size and shape before further processing. If it is too big, the existing knives and lathes are almost helpless. If it is too small, the stone will appear too brittle, and the process of screening the bottom material needs to consume a lot of magical blood. Even the Witch Union and the Sleeping Spell support his approach. , that amount cannot meet the needs of the war.
If you want to really solve this problem, you have to find a way from the devil.
Either figure out why they can craft large pillars.
Or make it out of their blood.
Now that the Tianhuo can return to Neverwinter from the front line in one day, and if it is supplemented by Agatha's refrigeration ability, it seems that it is not impossible to transport fresh devil blood directly from the battlefield
Roland silently put the proposal on the agenda.
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After dark, he entered the dream world as usual.
In order to speed up the project of the Greycastle Design Bureau, Roland has greatly increased the number of dreams in the past month, which has led to a lot of dreams that were originally behind the real world. The city that was still in the late summer and early autumn is now floating Snowflakes began to appear, as if here and outside were just different regions of the same world.
The Tongzilou community is still busy in the early morning. The expansion of erosion and the devastation of Prism City have not had any impact on the residents. On both sides of the streets, there are still breakfast stalls shouting endlessly. People rush through here. The snow is covered with footprints.
Although Lan said that this world is also facing a battle of divine will, it is undoubtedly much more peaceful here than the battlefield of the wolf heart filled with red mist.
In addition, the long-term dreaming brings not only the change of seasons, but also the mentality of the devil traversers has obviously changed.
After a period of surveillance and observation, Roland has basically been able to confirm that the devil who calls himself Vakiris is not an aborigines from the Kagard Peninsula. There is indeed such a person in the visiting group, but her behavior is difficult to explain with common sense.
Roland is no stranger to this phenomenon of true identity but inner changes, because he himself is an example. Using "traverser" to describe each other is undoubtedly the most appropriate way to say it.
At the beginning, Vakiris could still maintain a disguise, or try to act in the way of an ordinary martial artist, such as reading various books, and she could not speak without speaking, but as time passed, she gradually became impatient.
Especially after her injuries healed, she once sneaked into the depths of the forbidden Prismatic City and stood silently in front of the erosion crack. According to Tong En's report, there was an obvious anxious expression on Vakiris' face at that time, as if he was craving something. She even thought that the other party was going to jump into the erosion several times, but she finally endured it.
It would be too far-fetched to say that this move is to mourn the deceased partner, because Vakiris did not stop at the place where the visiting group was killed.
If you think from another perspective, it is not difficult to understand the change in her mentality.
When I came to this completely unfamiliar modern city from the city of devils, I might have been able to hold my breath at first, trying to figure out where this place was, but the time dragged on and the hope of going back was still slim. , anxiety is inevitable. I am afraid that the real reason why Vakiris sneaked into Prism City was to see if she could return to the world she was familiar with from the crack.
Unfortunately, the memory fragments did not turn out as she wished.
In any case, it is extremely difficult to disguise to this step, after all, Vakiris does not know that his every move falls in the eyes of Tong En. If it weren't for the details revealed in private, just looking at her communication with other Martial Daoists, it could almost be called flawless.
Roland asked himself, if it were himself, he was determined not to be able to do this.
Now that the identity has been determined, the next step is how to deal with it.
At this time, a text message came from the mobile phone.
It was from Phyllis.
"Your Majesty, everyone is ready."
Roland put the phone in his pocket, got up and walked into the living room.
Zero was busy bringing the egg noodles to the table. When she saw Roland appear, she put her hands on her hips and said, "Uncle, you probably haven't forgotten what you promised me?"
"Why, you got up so early because you were afraid that I would sneak away?"
"It's not the first time you've done this." She pouted.
"Don't worry, I won't do it this time." Roland smiled and walked over and touched her head, "Let's have breakfast first. After we finish eating, we'll go next door to call Sister Garcia, and then set off together."
The most eye-catching event this winter, apart from the Chinese New Year, is the four-yearly martial arts conference. For middle and high school students all over the city, if anyone can watch it live, it will definitely become the center of the conversation. Zero, who had little interest in this kind of competition, was not exempt from the custom. At the request of every possible way, Roland had to agree to take her to the scene to experience it up close after the school's winter vacation.
Considering that today's game is guarded and belongs to the round-robin stage, it is not very likely that the Demon Fallen will appear. Besides, Zero had to return to her hometown during long vacations. As the little girl's "only request", he really couldn't refuse. Besides, if she was dragging Garcia with her, it would be easier to move on her own.
Roland decided to face the devil transmigrator.
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This is the fourth month.
Vakiris seemed to be staring intently at the crowded arena, but her mood was completely absent.
Four months gave him a basic understanding of the world, and he also learned about all kinds of human inheritance. In a sense, he himself became a part of the inheritance. As long as it can return to reality, it will definitely benefit the group a lot, but the most fatal problem is that it has never been able to find a way to leave the world of consciousness.
Vakiris Kong has a lot of important information, but no one can convey it, as if it had finally found a bottle of spring water in the desert, only to find that the mouth of the bottle was sealed.
Whether it is asking for help to Hykezord or concentrating on perceiving the traces of the king, it can't get any echoes. Even if it is standing at the crack of the field and meditating, the world of consciousness has not responded to its call. This is the first time it has encountered a situation.
Vakiris couldn't help but hate the Vault of Heaven Lord.
Why didn't it try to wake itself up at such a time