Chapter 494, Blood Flower (End)

"wash!!!"

It's like being caught by the teacher for doing something wrong, or being caught by your parents for breaking something.

When Zhuo heard the voice of the always calm girl in the distance calling out his name so loudly for the first time, his first thought was to shrink back.

In panic, his eyes moved to the direction where the sound came from.

Everything in front of me was covered in blazing golden light and fire. Even so, my sight still penetrated the obstruction and saw the white oak forest.

Among similar colors, he still felt that light gold was the most eye-catching, the most pleasing to the eye, and the color that pleased him the most. The girl leaned against a small white oak tree in a panting posture that she rarely showed in front of him. She held the trunk with one hand, bent over, her clothes torn, and there was still mud on her face that she wanted to wipe off but didn't want Zhuo to see. Because it was not wiped clean, traces of repeated wiping with fingers could be seen.

Maybe because of her injured foot, she couldn't straighten her body and could only maintain a slightly bent posture with her waist leaning against the tree.

Zero raised her head and looked at him with her deep blue eyes. Although she didn't say anything else, it was actually too late. The previous shouting was already the limit for her to hear.

The speed of sound is 340 meters per second, which is definitely not faster than the speed of this explosion, not to mention that there will be a lot of heat and electrical energy that will diffuse at the speed of light.

Having known Ling for such a long time, this was the first time that Zhuo felt a little afraid to look into her eyes. Feeling guilty, he wanted to avoid her immediately.

"Great Sage!"

[Report: わかりました. 】

Before his brain could respond, Zhuo had already reacted and taken action quickly.

He squatted down quickly as if he could hardly keep his balance, and the hand holding the ball of light was deeply inserted into the ground. Then the surrounding land began to surge, and the rolling soil and cement quickly deformed and then rushed downwards - in the direction of Zhuo, forming something like a small mound of earth.

This was not the end. Soil, tree trunks, bridges, and even the ruins that had been blown away by the tornado quickly rose into the sky and headed in this direction...

Whirring whirring--

Like a dull snoring sound, terrifying energy burst out from under the earth mound. All that was visible to the outside world was the sudden and leaked light that instantly turned reddish-brown. This was the effect of a sudden explosion inside.

But it was only for a moment, and the more compacted soil covered the small mound again.

Then the next layer, and another layer, and another layer...

The last of the flying debris was piled up in a very crude manner on the mound that was already the size of a small hill.

Then a muffled explosion sounded from underground, and the violent explosion caused the entire Kassel campus to shake.

The broken walls on the top of the earth mound were blown away, and the Cassel students who had been forging ahead had long been pushed aside by the surging soil. They were now looking at this side in shock and confusion.

But soon they couldn't bear it anymore because they felt a scorching heat coming from the soles of their shoes. The soil within a few hundred meters was almost heated into a steel furnace, leaving almost no place to step.

The oak forest not far away also began to burn from the roots, but they broke in the middle of burning and lay horizontally on the ground. The flames started from the ground. The trees that lost their roots naturally could not stand upright and wait for death.

The girl in the distance also breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Zhuo's quick response and action, and then returned to her previous indifferent expression, or it could be said that she was a slightly more serious expression, and glanced at the crowd around her who were still staring at that side.

Perhaps, the image at this moment is somewhat similar to Susie's before - the Cassel students thought so in their hearts.

"We apologize. The problem is not his behavior just now, but the fact that we entered your campus without permission. I'm sorry, but I can't explain the situation to you either. Please let us go now."

It was like a lotus made of flames blooming. As Zhuo crawled out from it, Ling coldly informed the others around him of the next arrangements.

She just happened to arrive beside Zhuo. When she came to Zhuo's side, Ling immediately took Zhuo's hand and stepped back... Zhuo turned his head to look at the ground, still not daring to look at Ling's expression, but he could imagine that he would not be very happy... Then Ling sighed softly.

This super invincible explosion will probably be reported to the higher authorities, and he will probably be subject to a lot of measures from the secret party and even the mixed-blood group. But compared to these, Zhuo was more worried about how to explain to Ling that he was just going to vent his frustration by pouring out his abilities.

Everyone in Cassel looked at them in silence, neither stopping them nor agreeing: just now they had an expression of "I don't know where the laws of heaven and earth exist, you are doomed today", but now they have become so timid, it's really dumbfounding.

Maybe they received instructions from Ange or Norma... At Kassel Academy, they would communicate by wearing headsets in their ears at all times, so the only people who would receive orders were their own people... In short, they chose to let Zhuo Ling and the other two leave.

Anyone who disobeys orders will be investigated, and students who allow others to do whatever they want will be punished lightly, so almost no one will do anything unreasonable.

However, if the degree of the behavior just does not exceed the red line, no warning will be given as long as it is not excessive.

Zhuo heard Chu Zihang's voice, which was probably trying to call him, but he didn't plan to stay any longer. Norma would definitely conduct further investigation.

Maybe tomorrow - if we hurry up, it might have already started, and right now, his video might be playing somewhere and being discussed. I must leave before they stop me.

Chu Zihang said something, but it had nothing to do with Zhuo, so he ignored it.

Thanks to a man who was wandering around the campus, I didn't need to go back to the school gate when I left. …

A huge oak conference table was placed in the middle of the bookshelves, and around it were old faces. Most of these faces had never appeared on the campus of Kassel College, and they were pale as if they had just been dug out of an ancient tomb. Everyone wore an old-fashioned black tuxedo and an ancient silver ring on the little finger of their left hand.

The young professors could only stand and attend the meeting. Hundreds of people filled the first floor of the president's office. This was an indoor patio that went all the way to the roof. Sunlight poured in from the skylight, illuminating the face of President Angers, who was sitting at the end of the conference table.

The so-called "young professor" refers to Guderian. He was squeezed into a corner, extremely excited, pinching his empty little finger. Every "young professor" longed for the ancient silver ring, which was the honorary symbol of "tenured professor" of Kassel College. The so-called "tenured professor" usually needs to have been teaching in this college for more than half a century. If these old scientists were normal humans... they would have suffered from Alzheimer's disease long ago.

"Everyone is here. Let's start the meeting. Blair, my old friend, I haven't seen you for half a century. I'm very happy to see you alive." Angers glanced at "King Solomon" and said, "And other old friends, our distinguished deans of departments, I'm very happy to see you face to face. But I'm also very sorry to interrupt your research. Because there are indeed compelling reasons, the report has been sent to you, and I believe you have already read it."

Those who can have a seat at the conference table are the deans of the departments of Kassel College. For the vast majority of students, they only know that they belong to a certain department and have no idea that there is a "dean".

"It's physically impossible."

Doug Jones, the head of the physics department, spoke in a low voice. He was hunched over, his aging spine almost bent into a circle, and he coughed as he spoke. He looked like he was about to suffocate.

He operated on the touch pad on the table, and two color photos were projected in the air. One was a picture of a bullet a few centimeters and more than ten centimeters away from a black shirt. The high-speed bullet dragged out the beauty of violence, as if he was witnessing a world in seconds.

Doug Jones shook his head.

"This is the order of the same bullet. It is controlled by the 'ghost'. It is just like a car driving at high speed without any slowing down or re-acceleration process. It just starts to reverse directly. If humans can achieve such a great power, all cars in the world will be printed with the emblem of the World Tree."

"Controlled by a ghost?"

The "young professors" looked at each other. Although these words came from the top masters in the academic world, they were still too unbelievable.

"Norma analyzed the entire process of the 'process change'. Our students undoubtedly attacked the opponent, and there was nothing wrong with our weapons. In fact, whether it was the bullets or the words, their nature did not change."

"The law of conservation of energy?"

"Yes, knowledge that can be learned in kindergarten."

"Grus, there's no need to show off your childhood to us. Just keep talking."

Blair Bittner frowned. This Solomon of the mathematics world was indeed worthy of his reputation. He leaned on a black cane decorated with ivory in both hands, sat upright on a hardwood chair, with a head of angry lion-like hair, looking like... a Japanese samurai about to commit seppuku. His face was truly full of domineering air.

"In fact, we found that the energy of the so-called 'control' itself has not changed. Simply put, it is just the direction of movement that has changed. This change is not a twist with a greater force, but the direction of movement of the object itself has changed, just like forgetting inertia in a low-quality game and completing a high-speed turn with only the controller. It is because of this change in direction that no matter what it is, it cannot hurt the other party."

"Then anything that possesses the 'vector' will be controlled. Wouldn't this ability allow you to do whatever you want?"

"We thought so at first. Look again... Did you notice that in the last place he chose to bury the explosives, they were all destroyed objects. Judging by the extent of the ground he uncovered, the reason he chose them was not because of the size of the objects, but because he was familiar with them. In other words, it was something he had touched before. He can only control what he touches, which is why the bullets were able to hit him."

"Then what is that ball of light? Does it change the direction of the strong force inside the body and compress the essence of the object? But fire and lightning cannot explain it."

"Good question. Mr. Mechanic, this is your area of ​​expertise."

Gross nodded:

"Yes, I have never seen such an exception before. Almost at the same time, the bullets, debris, lightning, flames, etc. that he came into contact with formed a fixed trajectory. They kept moving in the light ball at different speeds such as the speed of light and the speed of sound. As long as they did not collide with each other, in theory, their respective movements were completed independently. But to achieve this, the ability to change direction alone is not enough, and the movement of all particles and objects must be calculated as a whole. That is a terrible amount of calculation, even Norma can't do it, so it is beyond human ability."

The whole house was silent.

Gross nodded. "I went to see the crater caused by the explosion. An explosion of that magnitude should have flattened the mountain, but it turned out not to be the case. It's amazing. You should go and see it, too. Maybe we can use it to build a new ice cellar."

The room was full and then silent.

The thinking of the academic genius was truly elusive. Everyone else was in a fog, not knowing what he wanted to express. Only King Solomon nodded slightly, but he seemed to be eager to make a move on the 'new ice cellar'.

Gross raised his index finger and pointed at the table, but actually his target was the ground below, his eyes shining.

"The impact of the explosion was almost straight down, almost creating a vertical path to the earth's crust, so we survived. Just to do this, you need to calculate the movement of every particle in the explosion and change them to a vertical downward degree. Obviously, this is not something humans can do."

"So," said Ange, "there is a genius among the invaders who is proficient in mathematics and physics and could, if he wanted, lead human society to progress by hundreds of years?"

The conference room fell into silence. Everyone present was a well-known figure in the field of science, and it was hard for them to admit that someone was hundreds of years ahead of them, but the old guys would not cover their eyes and pretend to be blind, so they chose to pretend to be dumb.

Although they were excited by the news of the victory of the 'Lord of Bronze and Fire', it seemed that there was a bigger monster hidden under this war, or in other words, they did not win this war, but the other side just chose to leave.

In fact, people who believe in science are often blind to science. In the old man's blind belief, although the Dragon King is terrible, he is not invincible. If we hold the idea of ​​dying together, with the current level of human technology, we can also destroy the earth. Destroying the world is no longer the privilege of dragons. They can do it too.

But now, scientific leaders are having a hard time convincing themselves that a 'nuclear bomb' could kill the man in the photo.

(End of this chapter)