"Is there a way to close this space-time gate?" Muhati thought for a moment, asking the projection of the High Evolutionary.

"It's hard. The projection admitted. "The space-time gate is powered independently and does not need the support of supporting facilities to operate. Its working mechanism ensures that if it is blocked, it will induce an extremely powerful explosion and will kill the jammer. ”

"How does it work through time and space?" the Psychic Warlock was curious about the technology, even if not talking about its subversive philosophical implications...... From a practical point of view alone, such a device has a vast future, as well as a past.

The projection hesitated for a moment, and suddenly changed back to a mechanical sound without fluctuations: "The number jù is not enough to answer." ”

The High Evolutionary said that the capacity of his message is limited, and it probably refers to this situation, it can't answer all the questions, and can only answer the questions that it has entered.

Muhathir asked a different question, "What should I do if I want to use this door now?"

"I'll advise you to dispel this thought. The projection shook his head, trying to stop Muhathir from the idea. "It's extremely dangerous to do that. First of all, the door is just a real product, and it is difficult to say whether it can function normally, and no one has ever passed through Guò normally before, and has come back intact. “

Corwin's men have used it, and it worked. Muhati thought that the premise would be that Corwin was telling the truth. The big merchant Fovard also used it, if he wasn't lying.

How did Corwin get here, and use the Space-Time Gate? Muhadi didn't know. The prince himself was always silent on this topic. After the battle of Ram, he did not know where to hide, and the daughters of the Nibenai Witch King, Rajna and Heitche, who had been left by Muhadi to take care of him, did not know where to go.

"Secondly, the only function of this door is to travel through time, so it is very dangerous. The projection said again.

"The Space-Time Gate, as the name suggests, is a gateway through time. Projection explained. "Through it, you can only pass through the door of another time, and it may not be reliable. Due to the movement of the stars, even though it seems that the gate has been placed in the city, it has actually moved far away. It can't teleport people away, so there's going to be a problem. ”

"It's not like the survivors who are trapped here haven't thought about using it to save themselves, but one volunteer went missing after passing through it, so no one tried again. ”

"Rest assured," Muhadi said. "I didn't plan to use it myself. ”

"Okay. The projection replied happily, it was just a message prop with no intelligence, and there was no way to refuse a direct order. "First, to use it, you need to go through it. ”

"It's obvious. Muhadi commented.

"Second, to get through it, you have to activate it. ”

"How to activate it. ”

"If it's still functioning - IMHO, it's not very likely, considering it hasn't been maintained in a long time. Projection said. "You need to open it with a password, wait for it to recharge, set a time when you're going, and you're done. ”

Damn, Muhadi cursed. The halfling ghost had no physical body and could not manipulate things like joysticks and buttons. But it has no problem talking, and it can undoubtedly activate the space-time gate.

If you want to stop the halfling's ghost, you must go down to the space-time portal and defeat him.

"You know the roads here. Muhathir asked the projection. "Sue me how I got to you where the space-time gate is. ”

The three-dimensional map projected in mid-air was magnified, and the psychic warlock could clearly see every path in the ruins. A route of light, marking his current location, to a shelter deeper underground.

"This is the way. "The projection sued him. "It's the shortest shortcut. ”

Muhati scrutinized the path projected to him. "Sue me, is there anyone on this road...... Or something like that?"

"Absolutely. "The projection sued him. "This is the fortress of the High Evolutionary, the most heavily defended place in the world. Every ten or so miles, there is a storage point for the organizers......"

What is the ten, Muhadi thought, probably an ancient unit of length.

“...... In addition, there are biochemical means of self-defense, which are of various types. The projection voice fell, and the light became brighter.

As before, the light was not harsh, it was blurry, soft and bright. It shines down from the top, leaving no shadow. The illuminated walls and floors were an odd green of some kind, as if they were covered in some kind of light moss.

Unlike before, some of the rooms were sealed, but now they are open. Muhadi looked around and saw something different from what he had thought at the beginning. It's not like a room, it's more like a tunnel, and the width of the tunnel is completely incomparable. It was at least as long as a palesan, as both directions seemed dim with no end in sight.

High overhead, the sound echoes over the looming vault. There were machines, lots of machines—substations embedded in walls, quirky devices Mohammad had never seen before, and Waldo arms and mini-robots embedded in the flat workbench. But in this huge, echoing tunnel, the most distinctive are the barrels.

There are barrels everywhere. They were placed in the rooms on either side of the wall, and there were doors that were originally closed, but now the doors were open. One after the other, all the way to the end of the eye. Some of these barrels were large, and their swollen translucent walls enclosed space large enough to hold Khorat's dense manned balloons. The smallest barrels, which are only larger than the palm of a human hand, are in the thousands, piled up from the floor to the ceiling, like a honeycomb made of plastic. Machinery and workstations also appear insignificant next to them, as if they were tiny details that have been overlooked.

At this moment, Muhadi heard a faint sound of running water. Through the pale green shadows, he saw that many of the barrels were empty—one here, one there, and one more a little further away. But the remaining barrels seemed to be filled with colored fluid, bubbling and swaying weakly with the churning of some half-hidden and half-visible form in the barrel.

The psychic warlock stared at the long, narrow passage in front of him for a long time, its size making him feel very small. Finally, he turned his face and was about to continue asking the projection some questions, but then he saw something unusual.

Through the projection of the translucent body, he saw a bucket, which was medium compared to the large one. The walls of the transparent barrel had been bent, and it was filled with a thick, cloudy, and sickly yellowish liquid filled with swirling red swirls. Muhadi heard a faint murmur, and then felt a slight tremor, as if something was stirring inside. He leaned closer, narrowed his eyes, and looked in.

In the barrel, a floating, unborn but living Tyrannosaurus rex stared down at him.

This is really a Tyrannosaurus rex, at least exactly like the Tyrannosaurus rex on Earth. It is taller than a giraffe, and has a veritable bloody mouth on its head. Its forearms are short, almost disproportionate.

The ancient halfling's mode of warfare is much more elegant and brutal than the warfare on modern Attas. In order to resist the invasion of the Psicin Empire, they did everything they could, exhausting the limits of their own biotechnology. They carry out never-ending attacks on the places where the Psivac appear, sending them gifts of plague and death.

In order to prevent the Psivain from evolving immunity, the halfling constantly radiates the plague cabinet to promote the continuous mutation of the virus. They built the giant Creator Dome and strained it to create more amazing and deadly bioweapons.

“...... The facility had been used to create biological weapons," the projection sounded again. "As one of the means of biochemical self-defense. At the sound of a command, air contaminated with a myriad of different pathogens is discharged into all rooms. According to the automatic instructions left behind, the plague cabinet has been churning and boiling for thousands of years, mutating again and again......"

This thing sounds scary, but unfortunately it doesn't work against the ghost of a halfling. He has no physical body and is not infected with disease at all.

But he is alive, why did that ghost only release the machine man, but not the virus against himself?

"Can I order the mechanics in this ruin?" Muhadi asked the projection.

"The visit was denied. The projection replied in a mechanical voice. "This terminal doesn't give you permission to manipulate the trap. It is locked by another user from another terminal. ”

Sure enough, the ghost struck first, Muhati thought. "That terminal can't release the virus?"

"You have to manually enter the combination code to release the plague. "Projection. "I know the combo code, but I can't tell you. ”

"I don't need it anyway. Muhathir said. "Didn't you say there are all kinds of biochemical self-defense, and what else is there besides the plague?"

"The second stage of the biochemical defense system, macro. ”

Muhati frowned, what kind of thing is macro?Great plague?He immediately understood that macro was referring to biological weapons, such as the Tyrannosaurus rex.

The ghost of the halfling took control of the people in this ruin, but he didn't even have a decent weapon, and his spiritual appearance was also depleted, so it was obviously not a wise move to rush to the place where the space-time gate was. If you can control the biological weapons here, then at least the balance of victory and defeat will be tilted a little like your side.

"Can I order the release of these biological weapons and demand their obedience?" Muhati asked the projection.

"As long as you manually enter the combination code. The projection refers to a platform not far away.

"Then sue me for the combo code. ”

"I was set not to do this. ”

Muhati shrugged, "How long does it take for the Time Gate to activate?"

"At least four hourglass hours. The projection replied.

Four hourglasses, al-Muhadi entered the building, almost an hourglass hour had passed. According to the stereoscopic map, it will take about an hourglass hour to go down to the place where the space-time portal is located. This left him with two hourglasses to spare, and he could rest before he went to stop the halfling ghost.

The Psychic Warlock sat cross-legged and closed his eyes. Two hourglasses are not enough to bring him back to his best, or even close to his best. Moreover, he had to leave time for possible battles, so he couldn't rest for so long.

However, even this little rest was enough for him to accumulate enough aura to manifest a miracle.

Read the past.

After Muhadi rested, he barely showed this ability. This is best for me to work, he prayed silently in his heart.

Perhaps his prayers worked, and his powers worked.

Following the combination code entered by the ancient halfling seen in the ability, Muhadi completed the release on the console next to him.

Number of Alternate Creature Weapons Available: Forty-seven

One such message was projected into the air, followed by a long list of indeterminate contents, with a lengthy list of codes. Uninteresting lists.

The entire replication process is complete.

Number of barrel failures: six hundred and seventy-one, three thousand three hundred and twelve, three thousand three hundred and seventy-nine

The fault has been interrupted.

The stasis field has been terminated.

Cycle release starts.

Muhati licked his chapped lips, it was amazing.

He got a head ring from the control platform, as long as he brought it, he would not be attacked by biological weapons, and he could also give orders, which was really practical.

The Psychic Warlock took a deep breath and watched as the Tyrannosaurus Rex stepped out of the training bucket.

The beast roared, causing blood to clot. The giant carnivore's instincts and its exaggerated appetite urged the Tyrannosaurus rex to lean over, trying to tear the humans in front of it to shreds with its massive teeth. But the psionic signals from the headband reverberated in its simple mind, forcing it to abandon the idea in frustration and frustration.

Muhati watched as saliva dripped from between the dinosaur's teeth, and its flawed front legs eagerly clutched at the air in front of it.

Kneeling, Muhati gave the order with his brain, and the Tyrannosaurus rex obeyed. The Psychic Warlock climbed on the dinosaur's back and sat down satisfied, which gave him a lot of confidence.

Many more creatures were released, and Muhadi couldn't name them. Some of the monsters looked like some kind of magnified vampire bat, while others looked like some kind of night cat, but with stark crimson markings and a pair of surprising, sparkling scarlet eyes.

Enough, Muhathir thought, "stop the release." He gave the order.

New information is projected:

Cyclic release termination.

Interruption of the release of biological weapons: three.

Biological Weapons Released: Five.

Number of Alternate Biological Weapons Available: Thirty-nine.

Biodefense Phase II, Macro, Report Complete.

Muhadi clasped his hands together and raised an eyebrow. Well done, he said to himself, next, it's time to go down and settle accounts with the halfling ghost.

"One last question," the telemancer asked the projection. "If the plague leaks out accidentally, don't you have any countermeasures?"

"There are disinfection measures and radiation exposure. The projection replied honestly. "But none of them worked against the red tide, and more than one person tried it. ”

"And I don't want to be a tryer. Muhathir said. "I'm just going to disinfect the following cabins. He pointed a few times on the three-dimensional map.

"Understood. The projection replied.

"When the qiē is done, I order you to sleep and forbid any further communication with others. ”

"Understood. "Projection obeys.

Muhati rides a Tyrannosaurus rex and is surrounded by other mutated monsters that have been unleashed. Instead of wasting his time in the interconnected aisles, he made a beeline down the wider aisles. The road leads to the area where he had been hunted by disgusting rotting monsters before, but this time he was ready.

He had ordered the projection to disinfect the area, and while it hadn't completely killed the flesh that clinged to the walls and floor, it had greatly weakened its activity. At least, it looks like the weirdly twisted creature masses aren't expelling miasma anymore. And there are no more living little insects crawling in and out of the lotus root-like flesh holes.

Something was eating the monstrous tissue alive from within, black beads of sweat oozing from the ceiling and walls. Large chunks of flesh are peeled off from the mother's body and turned into translucent mucus. Even those that seem to be more or less intact are bleeding uncontrollably. In some places, the walls have exposed their original metal surfaces.

The dung monster was still alive, but it looked like it was in terrible shape. The gait became more staggering, and the flesh became more wilted. It saw the Psychic Warlock coming on a Tyrannosaurus rex, and turned around with great difficulty. Countless black-green flies flowed like a stream to Muhadi.

It's disgusting, the psychic thought. He gave the order to a creature weapon he had unleashed through his head, and the cat-like monster spat acid mist into the air. As soon as most of the flies encounter this acid mist, they immediately fall from the air to the ground, buzzing a few times and then do not move.

The Tyrannosaurus rex roared, the roar of a million-year-old bloody primordial hunger.

When the beast ran, its voice was like thunder, and it was amazing. The dung monster that had looked so large was now unusually small. The dinosaur knocked it to the ground with its head down, then flicked its tail and whipped it against the side wall. The entire room trembled in the impact, and a large puddle of disgusting droplets fell overhead.

The dung monster was badly wounded, and Muhati was pleased to see his biological weapons swarmed up and engulfed it.

Next, the Psychic Mancer descended the wide avenue deeper into the ruins.

Along the way, many people rushed out to block them, but they were all torn apart by the biological weapons under the psychomancer's hand. It seems that his degree is a little faster than expected, and Muhadi thinks that he may be able to stop the halfling ghost before he enters the portal of time and space.

"You've surprised me again. The voice of the halfling ghost came, apparently monitoring the psychic sorcerer's movements. "I have to say that your move was beyond my expectations, and you dared to use the biological weapons left here. Don't you know that many of them were designed by me?"

"Kill the blacksmith with the knife he forged himself. Muhathir said. "I admit, it sounds a bit cruel and ironic. ”

The halfling ghost seemed to be amused, "Ah, you're optimistic. But even if you ride my dinosaur, what can you do with me?"

"It's very hungry," Muhathir said, "and I don't think it's eaten properly in years." ”

"I wouldn't mind raising a stegosaurus for it. Said the ghost of the halfling. "But there's nothing it can do with me, or with my organisers. ”

"It will protect me from going down to your shelter. Muhathir said. "Then I'll stop you. ”

"Stop me from what? stop me from saving the world?" the ghost disagreed. "Your world is terminally ill and is only a stone's throw away from total destruction. What I did was to give Atas a new lease of life. ”

"Destroy a world for some kind of possibility you can't be sure of. Muhati shook his head, regardless of whether the other party could see it or not. "That doesn't sound very noble. Even in self-defense, I should have killed you. And you broke the agreement with me, which added legitimacy to me. ”

"Needless to say, you have to admit that after mastering these biological weapons, I also gained an advantage in strength. Now I am planning to use this to my advantage to assert my own claim that the qiē in this relic and itself belong to me, and you are not worthy of being in my possession. ”

"Then I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed. The halfling ghost triumphantly announced, "Because I've reached the location of the plane-portal and locked the area." And as one of the greatest scholars of the halfling civilization and one of the designers of biological weapons, I can responsibly tell you that neither you nor your pets can open it. ”

"Unless I open it from the inside myself. The ghost of the halfling laughed mockingly. "So, just wait for history to be changed. ”

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P.S. Explain that the word "halfling" does not mean half-tall person in halfling's voice, so halflings will call themselves halflings.

I also recommend two books, one is "The Lord on the Other Side of the Mountain" written by my friend. The other is "Sarap's Dragon's Wing Elegy", which is also a DND theme, and the author is updated quickly and the quality is guaranteed. DND is a type of novel written based on the setting of OTC, so the more you read, the more you understand the background of the same type of novel, and readers who like Western fantasy themes should not miss it.

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