Although they were ahead for several hours this time, everyone still did not dare to slack off, because they returned to the continent where the Z country was located, which had many countries and the largest number of domes.
"It's 2:58, 2:59, 3 minutes!" Beach pants said, even without a watch, his brain is an accurate timer. "There are 11 cities in this longitude that need to be built."
Everyone wailed, and half-deadly got up and continued to work. Only the 3,000 patron saints inspired by the fainted architects flew to the sky tirelessly like chicken blood. Everyone looked at the black-haired boy who looked as usual and couldn't help but secretly admire: What a powerful willpower!
The work is still busy, but without the hot sun chasing after everyone, the pressure on everyone to work is much less. Most people can take time to close their eyes for 2 or 3 seconds from time to time, or drink a bottle of energy potion and nutrition potion. The missionaries, who were already at the end of the game, actually survived for a few more hours with these small breaks.
But when they teleported to a mountain city in the southern part of country Z, C2001, which had been holding back for more than 6 days, finally broke out!
At this time, C2001 had already abandoned the suit that could heat people to death, and was wearing a set of light-colored short-sleeves and shorts borrowed from Earth volunteers on another continent. However, due to dust and sweat, the clothes have long been dirty, and the result is that the white short sleeves have become a brown and black mixed hard shell full of mud and sweat. .
And his meticulously combed hair was also soaked in sweat and turned into strands, covered with dust, like a dirty mop that hasn't been washed in the toilet for several years. As for his appearance, he was covered in mud and ash, so he couldn't see clearly. The only thing he could see clearly was his bloodshot eyes. At this time, C2001 shouted at the beach pants hysterically:
"Programmer! How did you design this city? How come there are so many protruding buildings!"
The beach pants were still staring at his brain, and said without looking up: "At the time of the meeting, I was like the leader of the earth and proposed that there are too many mountains in this city. The building structure is too complicated, and it will be very difficult to build a dome. , but they still unanimously decided to protect this place, so what can I do?"
C2001 looked at the rolling and roller coaster-like streets around, the numerous underground bomb shelters, the hills covered with high-rise buildings and the aerial trams woven together with nets... The architect looked at the dome that leaked here and there, and The East has begun to whiten.
"Don't fix it! It's better to just leave it open!" C2001 said, waving his arms, this movement made his rags full of rags to shake, "Let them organize an evacuation..."
"Where are you lunatic! You won't do it if you don't instigate it?" A man who got up early on the street next to him obviously regarded the unkempt architect as a hysterical mental illness on the street. Stopped, slapped his thigh and scolded: "It's such a hot weather, if you don't call them a shell, then the hot ball will die!"
After scolding the short and thin uncle, fanning his palm fan and shaking his head, he left, not knowing that what he just scolded was actually the SSS-level tasker of the Salvation Alliance and the commander-in-chief of the Earth Rescue Plan.
Xiao Yi and Huo Li, who witnessed this scene in the car: "..."
After C2001 broke out and was scolded again, his mentality finally stabilized, and he ignored the programmers and began to tear down the building silently.
The first time the dome was built in the mountain city, because everyone was eager to get the Earth's reflectors roughly on before the sun erupted, this time-consuming and laborious mountain city was temporarily shelved after 70% of the easy parts were built. , but when they came back under the sun, everyone was as remorseful as the little kid who came to make up his homework on the last day of the summer vacation: why didn't we finish building him before!
Now they not only have to dismantle the building, but also have to build foundations and pillars where they skipped before. Dozens of patron saints even flapped their wings and drilled into the hot pot restaurant converted from an underground bomb shelter to reinforce the foundation of the metal support pillars. . After the group of patron saints came out, the wings and feathers of each one were filled with the spicy and delicious aroma of Shancheng hot pot...
When they finally finished eating the hard bone of the mountain city, the construction team was caught up by the sun again, and the appearance of the mountain city was not a squashed big drop, but an ups and downs of irregular sequins. The missionaries who were on the verge of heat stroke again didn't want to look at the ugly dome that was built with painstaking effort, but hurriedly took out a free transmission symbol and left this architect's nightmare area.
To everyone's relief, although they were caught up by the footsteps of the sun, the terrain was getting higher and higher, and the temperature was relatively cool. Just when the time had followed everyone's footsteps to 11:00 in the morning, they finally Reached the last city to be built in the world.
Under the dazzling white sunlight, a group of patron saints fluttered their wings with building materials and flew upwards, but the ascent speed was much slower. If the range of the Patronus's wings was said to be as calm as an eagle's soaring, now it has become a struggling sparrow, or a super sparrow with a wingspan of three meters.
The black-haired boy continued to ramble with his spiritual sense: "Huo Li, let that one go faster! It's about to fall off!"
The young man watched the Patronus waving his wings with great effort, and at the edge of the dome, he looked like he was unable to go down. Finally, he slowly ascended 5 meters and landed on the dome, slamming the thermal insulation board he was holding up Throwing it, almost paralyzed.
Huo Li: "That wing is already flapping fast enough, and the frequency cannot be increased any more, otherwise it should lose its hair."
The black-haired boy imagined in his heart the situation of 3,000 patron saints condensed by the power of faith, fluttering his wings and feathers flying... Then he shut his mouth wisely.
Originally, the patron saints were a great help for efficient construction, but after arriving at the plateau, they... collectively lacked oxygen! Especially in this last town at an altitude of 6,000 meters, the air density is only 40% of that of the plain. The patron saints have to speed up and flap their wings to overcome the gravity of the earth and fly up, and then their altitude sickness is even heavier...
After a while of silence, Xiaoyi saw a Patronus on the dome explode into a beautiful firework.
Black-haired boy: "Hey! Huo Li, that one has already flown up, why are you killing it!"
Huo Li: "Although it won't faint in the middle of the road, but it will vomit out of altitude sickness in the next second if it doesn't explode itself! This pathological symptom is beyond my control. If you want to When everyone sees the guardian deity condensed by the power of faith spit out stomach acid..."
The black-haired boy shut up again. He found that since he said he didn't trust Huo Li, the big guy has been silently making troubles, and the direct expression is that he has a lot of poisonous tongues!
Of course, the black-haired boy was also very upset, and he felt very embarrassed to see his holy patron saint fluttering in the air like a fool. And the culprit who manipulated his own 'Little Yi Legion' to make them never return on the road of mental retardation is sitting beside him.
So the unhappy young man who watched Huo Li continued to use his consciousness to find fault: "Those patron saints all carry alien genes, although they are all human parts, can't you make their internal alienation stronger? Only half of my ability is good! Even with a lack of oxygen and a load, you can fly at a speed of 100 miles. How can a good Patronus become weak and stupid when you have it in your hands?"
Huo Li sat in the car leaning on his black wings, behind the silver mask expressionlessly retorted with mental power: "I don't know what the internal structure of the alien is, am I smart enough to see that one? Can the arrangement of the base pairs in the row be able to guess the effect after its expression? I can figure out a way to make it disintegrate quickly. The patron saint who fell to his death and collected the body."
The black-haired boy was smirked: "In each of my non-my limbs, the disintegration genes are ranked first by me, and they can self-destruct with just one command. The great boss Huo Li relies on It's amazing that his own extraordinary wisdom has also discovered this method to make them disintegrate!"
Huo Li simply skipped the topic and continued to raise the bar: "If you want them to fly at a speed of 100 miles, it's not impossible, after all, I'm just controlling your limbs on your behalf, and everything has to be based on your master's wishes. Isn't it? I'll call them all back now, and let the earth's staff prepare a bowl of instant noodles for each patron saint, carry a can of oxygen on the back, and wear an oxygen mask. In this way, the high-intensity work will It's foolproof, it just doesn't look like a god anymore."
The black-haired boy just wanted to turn his head and punch Huo Li in the head. After all, he would never fight back as his patron saint in order not to get through the gang.
As soon as Xiaoyi clenched his fists, he saw Ge Tai, the tasker who was sweating profusely outside the car, walking towards him. The young man could only put down his hands angrily, and looked through the car window to see if he had anything. He Guigan.
Since C2001 fainted, in order to prevent the overworked commander who needs to continue to be overworked from sudden death at the construction post, some other taskers who were helpful for the construction of the dome were assigned by Xu Yuncheng to assist in the work. Among them, Ge Tai's ability to copy the ability is the most useful. Every time C2001 uses the building ability, Getai can store one-tenth of it, although even if he stores 20 times, he can only reach 50% of C2001's power each time he uses it. But this at least gives C2001 a chance to breathe.
So every time C2001 casts 10 abilities, Getai casts the next two halved building abilities. After the architects finally have a rest time, their cooperation progresses faster, and they complete 30% of their construction tasks. It's not so strenuous anymore.
But after reaching Gaoyuan, every tasker was distributed with oxygen tanks, and the army of patron saints, who did not enjoy the same treatment, changed from being able to be able to become a hindrance...
Ge Tai walked to the car door, everyone knew that it was not easy to keep a little cool air, so he didn't signal Xiaoyi to open the window, but said through the car window: "2d14, you haven't rested for so long. However, it looks like your Patronus ability can no longer support it. Otherwise, I will not help the architect for the time being, come and help you! Because now 30% of the tasks of the architect and I can always be overfulfilled, and the reinforcement of the foundation The progress of the reflector has been delayed. You control 3,000 Patronus now, and I can copy your ability to summon another 300."
The black-haired boy who didn't have any superpowers instantly became vigilant, but he pretended to be nonchalant and replied, "No need, you look at the dizzy appearance of the architect and seem to need more help. I'll just work harder!" At the same time I shouted to Huo Li in my heart: Let them go faster, it doesn't matter if they lose their hair, you can just let the feathers disintegrate in mid-air!
Ge Tai wiped his sweat and didn't give up his intentions: "2d14, now the Patronus team has made the most progress, and now it's almost time for the sun to shine in a day, and the earth soldiers and volunteers under the work are not finished. We all have to fall. Don’t mind me, although my ability is called copying, but after I use up 10% of the accumulated amount, I can’t use it again. I will not keep it at all for a while, I won’t be able to steal you. supernatural."
If Xiaoyi refused again, he would look suspicious. He suppressed the nervousness in his heart and said tentatively, "How can I use the ability to be copied or perceived by you? Can you copy it directly now?"