Blood fever.

Alchemists call such symptoms so.

The chain reaction caused by the precipitation of a large amount of hell and the precipitation of the abyss essence in the body, in the years and the contact with miracles and calamities, the alchemical poison that seeped into the body bit by bit.

Miracles and calamities that are too large depend on it, and once it enters the restless period, the essentia will quickly split, interfering with the body, and producing a terrifying heat.

It's a love that comes from molten fire.

Sick alchemists will be proud of it.

If you don't go too deep on this path, if you can't forge the purest miracles and calamities, you will never be able to have such deep karmic results.

It's not a symptom that can't be suppressed and alleviated.

This is especially true for Galandaeon.

Only the timing is wrong, in such an awkward joint.

In the environment on the surface of the moon, today's Garandion can only refrain from dialysis to dissipate the high heat in his body at the fastest speed, and then inject medicine to freeze and cool this high heat in a physical way.

When the old man got up from the melted chair half an hour later, there was no more burning breath on his body.

Instead, it exudes a biting chill.

His eyes turned frozen white.

When the door was pushed open, the noisy alchemists in the lounge finally calmed down.

Literally, quiet down in the cold.

The chill is pressing.

Among the anxious alchemists, someone spoke: "Great Grandmaster, we must set off immediately, and if we drag it on, we don't know what will happen." ”

Garandion propped up his cane and walked forward slowly, but said indifferently: "There are still people who have not arrived." ”

"Isn't everyone here?"

A red-haired alchemist stood up and retorted, "How long are we going to delay, just to wait for a latecomer?"

Ragnar Sewaldsson is an alchemist at the Roman Monument of Silver.

This bearded, middle-aged man has literal red hair, bright red as fire, with strands of scarlet in it.

What's even more concerning is his one-eyed.

After losing his left eye, his right eye became strange and frightening, and his pupils wandered irregularly in his sockets, cold and indifferent.

Everything is revealed under the reflection of that one eye.

Including Grand Master Garland in front of him.

In his eyes, the old man was like a solemn skeleton bathed in lava, wearing a triple crown on his head and holding a three-pronged spiral scepter, majestic and hideous.

That is the true posture of Garand, after leaving behind the appearance of weakness, the miracle and calamity of his own creation.

- The Eye of True Sight.

This is a technique unique to the Norse lineage, imitating the ritual performed by the once omniscient god Odin, who hangs upside down in hell for seven days and nights, offering one of his eyes and all his vision to the abyss, and the alienated perception obtained.

This is also a secret ritual in alchemy, but sacrifice will not always be rewarded, and there are very few people who can succeed.

It was also the capital that he dared to question the Great Grandmaster.

He's not far from that line......

"It's not time to go yet, Ragnar. Garland gave him a calm look: "It is my duty to send every invited alchemist to Helios. ”

"An executioner of the Astronomical Society, a hero of Tambo, ha, what has he done in alchemy!" Ragnar scoffed, "If you need brainless thugs, isn't there enough here!"

"Ragnar, watch your words!"

There was a hoarse sound, like a piece of iron rubbing, so sharp that it pierced a person's eardrum.

In the corner window, a burly man leaning on a staff turned his head, not dressed like the other alchemists here, but in a weathered leather jacket and jeans, with a hunting knife stuck in his waist.

A burst of cold light burst out of his eyes, and an out-and-out killing intent emerged.

He warned word by word: "There is a limit to human patience. ”

It was the Russian master of metallurgy, Valery Ugarov, who had been at odds with Ragnar for ten years.

Ragnar grinned, and was about to sneer at him, but Garandion suddenly stepped forward, his pale eyes looking at him, and the coldness made his smile stiffen for a moment.

Immediately, a gloating laugh rang out from the crowd.

"-He can't come!"

It's Rachel.

The alchemist holding the silver mirror grinned and mocked indifferently: "The guy who doesn't know the height of the sky is simply asking for his own death!"

Under the snooping of the silver mirror, the essentia fluctuations hundreds of kilometers away were projected, and the drastic changes made everyone present tremble.

I don't know how the tragic fight will create such an aftermath.

Beside him, the young man smoking a cigar frowned slightly, but did not speak.

But then, his movements froze, his complexion changed suddenly, and the whole person slid off the sofa as if he had been anointed with oil, almost turning into an afterimage, and instantly appeared behind Garandion.

Everyone was instantly alert: "What the hell are you doing, Izzy!"

But before they could react, Garandion's staff suddenly fell to the ground, and in a deep voice, complex alchemy secrets emerged from the staff.

A brilliant glow emerged from the cane, illuminating everyone's eyes.

It is the most well-known and well-known achievement of alchemy – turning stones into gold!

In an instant, the brilliant gold spread out, enveloping almost the entire lounge.

But faster than that, the flames of the explosion.

It's a once-in-a-century accident -

A small leak in the water circulation system caused water seepage, freezing the cable rubber at low temperatures, causing a short circuit due to the interference of moisture, and a chain reaction that caused an open fire in the maintenance room of the vehicle.

A mechanic refueling is set on fire.

Eventually, an explosion was triggered that swept through most of the base!

The terrifying pressure and temperature instantly spread from outside the common room, shattering the walls and pouring into the room, and not even the changing gold could completely intercept the speeding fragments.

But with the opportunity that Garandion had struck, all the alchemists activated the frontier relics that saved their lives, and the lush, flying metal or icy liquid water swept through, blocking the brunt of the heat shock.

The loud sound of the explosion and the wail of the shattering deck mingled together, and in an instant, the outermost deck of the lounge was torn to pieces, and the vacuum endlessly pumped out the thin air, forming a storm that pulled everyone out of the house with the firelight.

Terrible low temperatures and suffocation and even changes in air pressure hit.

Several alchemists rolled on the ground, and before they could get up, they lay down in the moon dust, vomiting blood with difficulty.

"The sun is the father, the moon is the mother, conceived by the wind, and maintained from the earth—"

A muffled chant resounded from the rapidly thin air, followed by the emergence and interweaving of the symbols of the four elements.

On the surface of the moon, under the reflection of the sun, the blowing of the wind and the dancing of the moon dust, alchemy was completed in an instant, from the hands of Garandion.

The invisible protection spread from under his feet, instantly enveloping most of the research base of the burning explosion, bringing them a ray of precious oxygen and protection.

Blessings are down.

Until now, there are still people who have not reacted to what has happened to them.

Everyone was in disarray, except for the most responsive Izzy, who was unscathed, even with a cigar in the corner of his mouth.

After patting the ash that had fallen on his collar, he showed a look of fear.

Others have coughed up blood violently under the drastic change in air pressure, and even lost consciousness. Because lunar operations are fraught with dangers, similar systems of prevention and redress are well established.

Soon, under the organization of the base's researchers, the search and rescue team began to search for the survivors quickly. Several unconscious alchemists were sent to makeshift work vehicles for surgery.

And the rest of the people also changed into spacesuits, and except for the Grand Master, they were all wrapped in heavy protection.

Rao is like this, and there are still accidents.

Ragnar's spacesuit actually had a hole, and Valery's spacesuit was hit in the explosion, releasing pure oxygen.

If you don't check it carefully, you won't find it at all.

The earth-colored stationmaster repeatedly assured everyone that he had already checked it, and he personally led the team during yesterday's routine safety inspection, and there were no problems at all.

Except for the grumpy Ragnar, who was still angrily scolding, the expressions of the others suddenly became gloomy.

There is no doubt that this is a curse.

Calamity curse......

A curse on all the alchemists present.

"Sorry, I can't stand it anymore, I'm quitting. A younger alchemist took a few steps back and said with a grimace, "I will pay the price for breaking the contract, but I can't bear such an inexplicable thing to happen to me." ”

As he spoke, he took out a border relic from the material bag he was carrying, and although his heart hurt, he gritted his teeth and handed it in.

But Galandion didn't take it.

"The cost of breach of contract is paid by the Ishigama Society, and it is the responsibility of the Ishigama Society for this kind of thing to happen. Garandion glanced at him and said solemnly, "But your qualifications are to be transferred, is it okay?"

The young man nodded, and soon, Garland bowed his head, took the token from his hand, and handed it to a disciple behind him.

The exiters hurried away.

"There are still people who want to quit, I won't stop them, and the conditions are still the same as just now. Garland said, "Is there anyone else? It's almost time to take off, and this is the last chance." ”

Until the end, a total of four people withdrew, and the places of these four were replaced by disciples of Garandion.

The number of thirty has not decreased.

But the atmosphere is visible to the naked eye and is gloomy.

Standing on the cold surface of the moon, staring at the wreckage in front of them, the lights of the fire were constantly rising and extinguishing, and everyone's faces were cloudy.

Obviously wrapped in a heavy spacesuit, I still feel the deep chill of outer space seeping into my bones little by little.

I can't help but want to shiver.

Imbalance in breathing.

But in this silence, in the channel, there were intermittent and small voices sounding.

Mixed with current, it's as if the signal is bad.

Gradually it became clear.

And so, the broken whistle gradually bridged, and the cheerful tune echoed in everyone's ears like a mockery from afar, and made everyone's faces gloomy.

"Who the fuck is whistling!" Valery roared angrily, "Can't you just fucking shut your mouth!"

At this time, he also turned on the public microphone and whistled, either without brains or without conscience.

But the whistle in the public channel did not stop, but became clearer and clearer.

More and more cheerful.

It is full of peace and joy, as if you feel joy from the heart.

In between whistles, there were even people singing happily.

"Jingle bell, ding bells, jingle bells~ How happy we are, we sit on the sleigh~~"

In the dead silence, only the singing echoed.

Everyone looked around with each other, and finally noticed a gradual enlargement and emergence on the distant horizon.

Countless silver-white moon dust flew up under the impact, as if it had turned into a series of snowflakes, floating in a low-gravity vacuum.

So beautiful.

The rope was straightened by a huge canine-like creature, and the crudely welded sled sled rolled forward at an unbelievably fast speed.

It's like a train speeding above the moon!

Loaded with heavy 'gifts', the bright red figure sitting on the front of the car was singing happily.

In this way, through the silent land that no one has stepped on for thousands of years, it drifted, it accelerated, it flicked its tail, it turned twice reductively, and it was so happy that it even drove a reverse.

"That's ...... What?"

Wagner even wanted to lift his mask, rub his eyes, and ask dryly, "Santa Claus?"

In the silence, no one responded.

Everyone was stunned to witness the wonder that had never been seen in the deepest nightmare.

On the land of the moon, a man in a bright red spacesuit sat on a rudimentary three-wheeled sleigh, clutching the reins, and galloping under the pull of a giant dog, singing loudly.

The dog was even flicking his tongue in a vacuum, looking excited, as if it wasn't uncomfortable at all and was too cool. When its saliva falls to the ground, it freezes into a crystal frost flower.

When countless flickering moon dust rises, it is like Santa Claus from a wasteland fairy tale.

Breaking through the snowstorm, he sat on a sleigh and galloped across the fields, laughing and singing.

The laughter was long.

Until finally, the sleigh stopped with a nice flick in front of them.

"Excuse me, am I late?"

The driver jumped down from it, patted his head, and looked at the Kepler base, which was still burning and exploding, and the figures in two columns.

I was stunned for a moment.

As if flattered.

"Wow, you're lined up to welcome you, and you've prepared a bonfire?"

Huai Santa Claus Shi asked curiously: "Has the stone cauldron learned to be so enthusiastic?"

Quiescence.

In the long silence, no one responded.