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He lowered his head and looked at the pale face in the pool of blood, watching him gasp with difficulty, the last of the heat turning into a white mist, rising from his mouth and nose, flying into the sky, and then condensing into frost in the wind, falling silently, freezing the blood that was gradually cold.

The pain made his face twitch.

The soldier groaned, staring at Charles, reaching out with all his might, trying to touch him. His lips opened and closed weakly, but he couldn't hear a sound.

"Hold on a little longer. ”

Charles shook his hand hard, feeling the coldness to the bone, the coldness seeping into the bones, making him panic: "I'll find someone immediately, you hold on for a while...... Doctor, Doctor, there's another ......."

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, only distant moans responded.

Snow seemed to fall from the sky endlessly, sprinkling the entire frozen soil, and on the plains after the war, the flames of war had not yet been extinguished, but the corpses were already cold.

Thousands, or tens of thousands?

For the sake of their new country, they fell in this war, in this place where hell would freeze, and looked up to the heavens until the snow covered their faces.

The medics staggered across the plains, carrying the breathless ones onto the stents one by one, and then stabbed the hopeless ones in the heart one by one with their swords.

Those who can't survive in this way don't have to suffer anymore.

Charles' cries were drowned out in fine snow, and no one answered. Not far behind him, the wolf flute smoked a cigarette and wrapped his coat tightly, just watching, but not saying a word.

Charles looked back dimly, only to see the dying man's smile.

It's as if heaven is in sight.

"Ah, Ah, Son of God......"

He took Charles's hand, his parched lips opened and closed, and with the last of his strength he pleaded, "Please...... Give me salvation ......"

Charles opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, he couldn't bear to avoid the man's gaze, hesitantly organized the wording, and in the end, he could only nod wordlessly.

The half-mutilated soldier smiled, as if he had finally received acquiescence to the passage.

The gates of heaven were opened before him.

He closed his eyes in contentment.

The last breath dissipated.

No more temperature.

Charles let go of his hand and watched as his arm landed in a pool of congealed blood, even though he was dead, but his palm was still holding on to something, as if he was clutching some invisible hope.

For a moment, Charles saw it.

A faint figure rose from the man's body, like the last white mist from his mouth and nose, and slowly rose into the sky.

Not one.

It's hundreds, thousands.

Countless vague figures soared through the sky and walked through the invisible door.

It's like you've really stepped into the kingdom of heaven.

Charles thought the hallucinations were coming again, but when he looked at his hands, he saw that there was no blood in the hallucinations—it was real—but when he looked again, he couldn't see it again.

They're gone.

Only the wind and snow remained, covering the battlefield and erasing the last traces.

"Is that true?"

Charles stared blankly at the sky.

The wolf flute was puzzled, "What?"

“...... No. ”

Charles shook his head, smiled self-deprecatingly, and withdrew his gaze, "No, it's nothing. ”

The wolf flute sighed and handed over a pack of cigarettes.

On the battlefield, supplies were scarce, food was distributed according to the head, and cotton clothes could only be worn by two people, taking turns, but only this was an unlimited supply.

The inferior tobacco from Dongtianzhu is chopped with a guillotine knife and then simply roasted, wrapped in extremely thin and coarse white paper, and even without a filter.

"It's a pity there is no wine. ”

Charles lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply, the pungent smoke pouring into his lungs like sandpaper scraping his throat, bringing the pain of swallowing grit.

Smoke puffs out of the mouth and nose and flies into the sky.

Did you fly to the place where the spirits went?

Charles couldn't help but think.

"Take it easy, it's war. Wolf Flute patted him on the shoulder: "Not the first time, not the last, but there will definitely be more in the future."

If those countries do not recognize the changes that are taking place here for a day, then the war will continue for a day. ”

"I know. ”

"But you have to understand. The wolf flute sighed, "How many are these?"

You are the leader, you are their hope, but you are not a medic. Give up, you can't save everyone, but you can let them die. ”

Charles was silent for a long time, and then asked softly, "Do they really believe that I am some kind of Divine Child?"

"Yes. ”

"But I'm not. ”

Charles shook his head, "I know I'm not, I don't have a dime to do with the bullshit God, He never loved me." ”

The wolf flute pondered silently for a long time, and finally found the answer:

"Then you may not be His own son, right?"

Charles did not speak.

Wolf Flute shrugged his shoulders in disappointment, "I thought this joke was good." ”

"Where is Mr. Gaius?" said Charles, snuffing out his cigarette and suddenly asking, "I have something to ask him for." ”

Wolf Flute thought for a moment and said, "He should be busy right now." ”

"I know. ”

Charles turned his head and stared at the vast battlefield covered in snow: "The Divine Son doesn't make any sense here. I don't want to just be a mascot, Wolf Flute. ”

"Gaius can't have agreed to your entry into the war. The wolf flute replied bluntly: "You are a symbol, Charles, you are proof of the existence of miracles, you must be on top."

If you go to war, other nations will have a reason to use their scepters, scourge weapons, and maybe even saints...... Gaius can't allow you to roll up your sleeves and dry on the spur of the moment. ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the end of the battlefield.

At the end of the line of sight, in the distant camp, huge aetheric fluctuations rose into the sky, revealing the existence of the self.

"See? We can't afford to be passive. ”

The wolf flute said, "Whoever can't bear it first will lose." ”

"Don't worry, I won't. ”

Charles smiled self-deprecatingly, looked down at the cold face in the blood and snow, and whispered, "I just think I should help a little...... Even if it's a little bit better. ”

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Three hours later, the White Mountain Research Institute.

There was no heat in the cold room, and the cold made people's hearts convuls, and even the house had just been built, and it could only be shielded from the wind on all sides. There was a stove burning in the corner of the room, but it didn't provide any temperature.

The old people sat on the edge of the table, wrapped in thick coats and holding hot water cups, but they shivered with cold.

In the silence, no one spoke.

They looked at the drawings on the table in silence, engrossed in their full attention, not letting go of a single loophole or error.

Footsteps rang out from afar, and the young researcher pushed open the door and ran in, bulging in his arms. In the wind and snow weather, he ran a sweat, sweat froze on his face, almost frozen stiff.

"There's only so much Curry, I've taken them all. ”

He placed the gray 'iron ingots' in his arms on the table, and the thumb-thick 'iron ingots' fell on the table, colliding with each other and making a crisp sound.

Molten lead, all molten lead.

The old men looked at the molten lead on the table and looked at each other:

"Is it really possible?"

"No one has ever thought of this idea, and the principle is very simple, and there is nothing wrong with it. ”

"There have been similar designs before, but there are also many drawbacks. And we lack a better alloy formulation. ”

"The Holy City has imposed a technological blockade on us, and it will take another four years if we are going to study it ourselves. ”

"The idea is great, but we don't have that much time. ”

"Let's make a batch of prototypes based on this design. Maxim, you have plenty of manpower there, how long will it take?"

"The newly recruited carpenter and blacksmith apprentices still need to be trained before they can come in handy, and if you want a qualified prototype, it will take about three months. ”

Behind the desk, Charles listened to their opinions in silence for a long time, and slowly shook his head: "It doesn't take that long. If you think it's okay, you can do it now. ”

"Now?"

"Well, now. ”

Charles bowed his head and spread his palms.

A crisp voice rang out.

As if an earthquake had come suddenly, the sound of tables and chairs converging sounded, and countless cracks suddenly broke out on the glass on the wall, falling apart. The old people looked at each other and couldn't help but want to retreat.

Collapse!

A chair collapsed suddenly, and the person sitting on it stumbled and looked up in astonishment, only to see the nails break free and throw themselves into the palm of the hand.

The wind sounded.

Gray dust like a mist poured in from the window, gathering around Charles, and countless coarse metal particles could be faintly seen.

The cold wind howled through the window and poured into the room, but there was not the slightest chill.

For what was born in the palm of that hand was the heat above the lava.

It's like a melting pot.

Countless alchemy matrices were born and died in an instant, and with the mobilization of those five fingers, they converged, forming an abstract refining furnace. A dazzling pure white flame brewed in it, and the temperature that was enough to completely evaporate the entire room in an instant was confined to that hand.

Just a hint of heat leaked out of the room, and the room was almost out of breath. The old men's beards curled and retreated into the corner.

When steel is put into it, it becomes a liquid, and the impurities evaporate in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, countless fine dust poured into it, which was the mineral dust hidden in the deep layers of the permafrost. The invisible palm plucked them out of the soil and threw them into the furnace, where they were smelted at that terrifying temperature.

Heating, hammering, purification, forming, reprocessing, forging, quenching......

In an instant, the long process was achieved overnight.

In Shire's hands, dozens of parts from the extinguished fire had been cast, colliding with each other, rubbing, patchwork, and combining, finally forming the prototype of the creation.

A strange iron pipe with a grip.

"Alright. ”

Charles placed it on the table: "If there are no mistakes, we can now test them." ”