The Origin Hallows roared and ran for a short period of time after it was full of energy. Various sensing devices immediately took this opportunity to record various phenomena and internal changes during its operation, but the entire test process lasted less than three minutes. , due to the lack of the most critical control core, this ancient equipment can only run to the stage of system self-inspection, and it cannot continue.
"I suddenly sympathize with Bethemos." Vivienne showed a weird smile, "Even if we didn't mess with him, he was destined to fail—but he seemed quite confident at the time. Where did that guy find the information? He has so much confidence?"
"Anyway, Hessiana's trial is still going on, sooner or later there will be news," Hao Ren curled his lips, "But I don't think there will be any important information in the end, this thing is in the Olympus family After leaving it for so many years, Zeus didn't figure out its name... By the way, Hesperis happens to be here, do you know anything about the Origin Hallows?"
It was only then that Hao Ren remembered that Hesperis was a survivor of the Olympus family, so he asked the other party expectantly, but Hesperis just shook his head apologetically: "I am not a scholar, and I am a member of the Olympus clan. The position in the middle is actually not too high... I can't touch this kind of top secret thing."
However, after she finished speaking, she still recalled it carefully, and remembered some useful things: "What I have to say... I remember that in the last days, when I met Athena a few times, she always chanted some strange things restlessly. Strange things, saying 'everything was a mistake', 'self-inflicted' and stuff like that, and there were always weird things happening on Mount Olympus during that time... people were often missing. Will come back in a few days, come back The guy is like a different person, irritable, and doesn't communicate with anyone. I suspect that Athena used living people to do experiments when studying the origin of the sacred artifact."
"What you have done... What you have done..." Hao Ren pondered over these words. "Could it be that the Olympus family discovered the secret of the origin of the sacred artifact and realized that they were created by humans? But what does this have to do with self-inflicted suffering?"
"Perhaps this sentence is for the maker of the Hallows of Origin!" Vivienne lightly clapped her hands, "Don't forget that there is still a catastrophe in the Dream Plane, could this disaster be related to the Hallows of Origins? ?”
Hao Ren thought it was very possible. It seemed that there was a little light in the mist, but the light was fleeting, and the whole thing was still shrouded in clouds and mist, making it confusing. He instinctively felt that there was a gap between himself and Vivian's speculation about the origin of the sacred artifact. There is a fundamental misunderstanding in which link, but I still have no clue after thinking about it for a long time. Finally, he shook his head: "It's better not to guess randomly, if you guess wrong, you will get worse and worse."
The data terminal agrees with Hao Ren's cautious attitude. It controls a group of mechanical tentacles to reset some components on the Origin Hallows. At the same time, it uses a holographic projection to show the operation of the shipboard factory: "This machine has been ordered to be produced by the shipboard factory. Some substances. These substances are synthesized based on the composition of the substances detected in the 'feeding port', and then this machine will copy a few sets of the Origin Hallows, and try to let it process those composites... Although the expected finished product will definitely not come out , but it should be possible to figure out how much this device is missing, and there will be a direction for future research.”
Hao Ren nodded and looked up at the top of the Origin Hallow, where the alloy shield had been removed. A football-sized gap revealing the bottom is where the missing component of the ancient device would have been. He lowered the whole platform so that his line of sight was level with the gap, and then reached out his hand to feel in the gap, and found many regular bumps and bumps—they should be something like a slot.
If only I could find this missing core.
He put the Origin Hallows aside for the time being, and went to the nearby test bench to check the progress of several other analysis tasks. The blood sample and body tissue samples of demon hunters were being tested on the nearest test bed, while on the other test bed were some familiar things: a small hand crossbow with exquisite workmanship, a huge and complex enchanted crossbow, writing A card with the Leta rune on it, and an arrow that gleamed silver. These things were all trophies obtained in the Athens Sanctuary, and some were snatched from the previous contact with the demon hunter.
Among them, half of the rune cards were left by Nangong Sanba - Doudou had eaten the fruit of the two weeks' labor of that half-baked demon hunter for a long time. I haven't eaten yet. Hao Ren took some of the cards and analyzed them, just to compare the difference between the half-baked witcher and the real one.
As soon as Doudou saw her "food" on the table, she let out a loud cheer. She finally mistakenly thought that Hao Ren brought her here for a restaurant, so she jumped onto the test bench and was about to start eating. As a result, he bumped his head against the transparent protective cover—several rune cards were undergoing component analysis, and there was something covered outside.
The two sensor probes that were sweeping back and forth on the rune card were startled by the sudden impact. At the same time, it raised its "head" to look in the direction of Doudou, and then the two tiny tentacles bent over as if shrugging their shoulders, lowered their heads and continued to sweep back and forth on the card.
Seeing that her food was taken over by other fish (she felt that the probes were another kind of fish), Doudou became furious, grabbed Hao Ren's sleeve and yelled, "Father! Doudou's rice! It's been stolen!"
Hao Ren immediately felt tears welling up in his eyes: the half a month of teaching my daughter how to speak was not in vain, don't you see that this child can be called right at a critical moment!
He conveniently took out the small piece of wood he had prepared earlier from his pocket and stuffed it into Doudou's arms to appease his daughter, and then looked at the analysis report: "... most of the demon hunter's props have undergone complicated enchanting processing, and at the same time, they are used Herbs and minerals have been refined, and what these refined raw materials have in common is... all of them use their own blood?"
"That's right, blood components were found on all the equipment," the data terminal replied, "the pigment of the rune card, the background color of the crossbow magic pattern, the potion used to temporarily enhance the physique, and even their clothes—those A small amount of blood-impregnated silk thread is mixed in the fabric. By comparing it with the collected blood samples, it can be confirmed that the blood used to make these equipment is the witcher's own, and theoretically it is for their own use."
Hao Ren immediately felt that the equipment on this table gave him an indescribably strange feeling, and his eyes finally fell on the rune cards left by Nangong Sanba. A chill ran through his body, and he quickly picked them up. Doudou: "I can't eat these cards from now on!"
Doudou's answer was to slap his tail on his hand, and the little guy pretended he didn't hear it.
"Don't worry, Nangong Sanba's card doesn't use blood, it's just a very common herbal juice." The data terminal reassured Hao Ren, "It may be that there is a problem with his blood, and the magic power in the blood is not enough, or it may be him. I didn't have time to learn this."
Vivian picked up a crossbow bolt from the table next to her, and said nonchalantly, "Actually, it's nothing. Many magics need to be guided by blood. If you are allergic to this, what if I still use blood magic all day long?"
Hao Ren thought about it, so he didn't pursue this issue any more. He was just curious: "So the power of the demon hunters comes from their blood?"
"It's not just derived from blood, their blood structure is very weird, and it even makes people wonder how such complex components can live in peace," said the data terminal, "and this machine also discovered a wonderful phenomenon …may explain somewhat the decline of the witcher in recent years."
Hearing this, Vivian and Hesperist immediately pricked up their ears.
"The genetics of witchers are out of balance, and this machine has found some weird 'lesions' in young witchers, but not in old ones. These lesions are not fatal, and do not even affect health , but it will lead to a decrease in the magic power contained in their blood and a decrease in fertility. If it is correct... This is a genetic disease, and it may have spread to their whole family. As for the cause of the genetic disease... Maybe it is like the inability of aliens to adapt to the new environment As a result of their continuous decline, they also began to be rejected by the environment, but they weakened thousands of years later than the alien species."
The data terminal paused, and added the last sentence: "In addition, no signs of treatment have been found—they most likely haven't discovered these obscure illnesses." (To be continued~^~)