"It's normal for people to miscalculate the formula, don't play if you're unhappy." Craftsman Russell said.

Craftsman Russell is modifying the size of the cylinder that is wrong because of the coefficient of substitution, and he has not stopped muttering, what "two strong people" and "the protagonist of the times". Douglas didn't bother to pay attention to him, anyway, the point of breaking the game in this room was probably that error coefficient, and he should be able to get out after the craftsman Russell corrected the mistake and the experiment was successful.

He was now more curious about what the hell was Russell in those rooms.

An AI-powered transponder that relies on extraordinary power?

"You have more secrets than I ever thought."

Fanna's voice interrupted his thoughts. Douglas turned his head sideways to look at the "magician" standing beside him, and Vanna's face improved slightly, no longer so pale, but still a little sluggish. He withdrew his gaze and shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "Your secret is obviously more dangerous than mine. ”

The latter was silent for a while, and then suddenly asked a question that had nothing to do with the current situation: "Your fathers, your grandparents, do they look like you?" Especially the eyes. ”

Douglas: "? ”

He couldn't help but touch his face, his expression was strange, and he said perfunctorily according to the memory of the original owner: "My father was a farmer before he entered Beckland as a worker, and most of his ancestors were also farming for some aristocratic family. What's wrong with my eyes? ”

"Nope." Vanna shook her head, "I just think...... I saw your eyes, a long time ago. ”

Well, this kind of pick-up meme itself was a long time ago...... Douglas suddenly crossed the plot of descent theory and fatalism in his mind, and said vaguely with a haha on his face: "The world is so big, and it is not uncommon for the eye color to be the same." ”

While the two were talking, a dull rumbling sound gradually sounded at the other end of the room - after a period of repairs, the huge and complex machine finally started to start, the double-acting piston at the bottom first slid outward, pushed the connecting rod to move the reversing valve to export the exhaust gas, and introduced new high-pressure steam to reset the piston, and the slider and rocker arm converted this simple reciprocating motion into rotary motion, the process was full of regularity and mechanical beauty.

As craftsman Russell began to test the speed limiting valve, the frequency of the piston reciprocating gradually increased, gradually reaching the theoretical limit of 600 revolutions per minute, which was beyond the reach of manpower.

Even to a level that most low-to-mid sequence extraordinaires can't reach, anyway, Douglas's own arm is not as thick as a connecting rod. The close occlusion of the components and the same logic of internal unity made the machinery burst out with great power, and in this world, the appearance of the steam engine also greatly accelerated the progress of civilization, pulling the countries of the Northern Continent from the Middle Ages to Douglas's impression of the nineteenth century or so.

On more than one occasion, he felt that Rune, and especially Bakeland, were like a replica of London, where even the deadly smog could be replicated.

Of course, this world is more dangerous in comparison, in addition to the industrial pollution visible to the naked eye, there is also unpredictable and extraordinary pollution......

Thinking of this, Douglas's mood, which had been shaken by purely mechanical power, immediately calmed down.

At this time, the craftsman Russell who jumped out of the back of the machine had a very bright and smug smile on his face, took off his oil-stained gloves, bowed slightly to the three of them, and then opened a door at the end of the room: "Please, please, thank you for your help, soon you will know how this big guy changed the world!" ”

Antigonus, who had been silently watching the development of events before leaving the room, suddenly raised his head and glanced up.

The angel's spiritual instincts made him feel the gaze that fell from infinity, and although the gaze did not point to him, the demon wolf from the ancient times smelled something incongruous and distorted.

It's weird. Antigonus thought. The breath gave him a sense of familiarity, but strangeness.

The historical projection of his historical projection followed Douglas and Vanna through the next room, but the main body hidden in the depths of the fog of history closed its eyes slightly, tracing the source of the breath just now.

The countless "spirit worms" that made up the body of the demon wolf raised their heads in an orderly manner, combing through the vast amount of information flowing from the spirit realm in an orderly manner. Soon, a certain "spirit worm" found an island, an island hidden in the depths of the Misty Sea.

Antigonus glanced there, then gritted his teeth, a low roar in his throat that could not be heard. At a certain moment, his mythical creature form was "distorted" by an inexplicable force, and the "spirit insects" that constituted the demon wolf mimicry collectively fell into a state of suspended animation, forming a layer of sealed "shells" like insect cocoons, and inside this "shell", it seemed that there were new life forms constantly wriggling, eager to break free from the old shackles and be born in this world.

But in an instant, Antigonus' stiff body turned into ashes in the blink of an eye like a piece of paper caught in flames, leaving only a dull drop of blood in place. The figure of the demon wolf jumped in the depths of the fog of history, and the extra claws on his ribs were now doing the same action of grabbing from the void.

Finally, an ethereal, ethereal figure was pulled out of a recent piece of history by his third left hand.

It was a young man with black hair and brown eyes and a slightly bookish face.

That's Klein. Moretti!

That is the true god "Fool" who has just become a god, and he is also half of the "Master of Mystery" who has been blessed with Essives and has collected all the materials!

When Crane was promoted to "Fool" and completed the ceremony, he briefly swapped fates with Antigonus. Such a deep connection was enough for Antigonus to pull out the historical projection of the not yet god-like Klein relatively easily!

The moment this "historical projection" was fully presented, the dim blood floating in the air suddenly boiled. But the "historical projection" moved faster than it, and the originally brown and slightly dull eyes suddenly turned dull black, and the young man took out a cigarette case from his pocket and easily put the blood into the tin box.

After all of this was done, the "historical projection" also cast a glimpse of the island below, and then simply dissipated cleanly.

At the same time, in the vast black pyramid in the center of the island of the Misty Sea, atop an icy throne made of black iron.

A black figure composed entirely of shadows seemed to notice it, and raised its head with great difficulty. Cracks in his body were like slightly open eyes, but there were no pupils in those eyes, but pure blood-red color. But these gaps could not be further expanded and connected, because greater forces grafted them together with the concept of "death" for eternity.

The black figure's face is blurred, indicating that he is "awake", or that he is in a better state to think. He moved his neck as if to look at the top of the tomb, but then gave up on the idea because he had found a more effortless way.

"Which bastard is still using my historical projection ......"

The personal "Black Emperor" Russell. Gustav's voice was hoarse, and his invisible, distorted gaze followed the occult connection to a distant place in Vrsack.

When he used his personality to "see" more than twenty historical projections of himself as a puzzle game NPC in a castle deep in the spirit world, guarding a piece of "ancient scholar" traits, his non-existent fist hardened.

"*Greetings from Intis, Gentus, Zarathu, you *broad and profound Chinese language* dare to let Lao Tzu guard your tomb! Eat me with an ancestral grave vanishing technique! ”

Before the scolding "Black Emperor" could use the remaining authority to dissipate all those historical projections, an inconspicuous ring on his right hand on the throne tightened slightly. The breath from the "Source Castle" calmed his destructive desires that had been inflated by the contamination and calmed Russell again.

It seems that the sleeping fellow has other ideas, even if it is just the idea of a "spirit worm".

As a result, Russell pressed all his movements, quietly watching the three figures exploring the inside of the castle from a bird's-eye perspective, while drawing information from the ring-shaped "Spirit Worm".

Zarathu's arrangement of the resurrected hands is not unscrupulous. Using the treasure of Rousaille as a cover, Zarathu used historical projections to create room after room, and also "grafted" at least one level of "distortion" from Russell, completely hiding the castle of Tiran in the depths of the fog of history; Secondly, Zarathu also had the support of the "Dusk Hermit Society" at that time, and with the help of the ability of the "audience" approach, he compiled a limited personality for those historical projections, and also put his own memory imprint into the corresponding collective subconscious.

Using these rooms as a test, explorers who are excited to unravel the secrets of Russell's treasure will gradually be tainted by the imprint of the memories of the angels in the collective subconscious, and their personalities and memories will be more in tune with the "ancient scholars" in the depths of the castle.

It has to be said that if Russell is dead, such a setup is safe and convenient.

However, when it came time to set up this resurrection hand, poor Zarathu had no idea that Russell would backstab himself in the battle that would determine the ownership of the "Fool".

I didn't know that Russell still had the pollution of the outer gods hidden in his body.

After the resurrection hand was arranged, before Crane came to seal Russell, a small amount of contamination had already entered the castle of Diran through this strong occult connection, and with its own special slow growth, some rooms became very dangerous.

Now, the Spirit Worm tells Russell that it's time to eradicate this hidden danger. With the help of Antigonus's positioning, Rosell's authority, and a limited portion of the Source Fortress power, they will try to return this part of the pollution to Russell.

"Alas, after all, I took on too much ......"

Although he was a little unhappy about wiping Zarathu's ass, Russell still accepted the arrangement, after all, allowing the pollution of the outer gods to expand in the real world would not be conducive to his own state improving, at least here, a reasonable seal can ensure that the pollution will not continue to proliferate and spread actively.

At the same time that Russell was communicating with the "Spirit Worm" in the tomb in the depths of the Misty Sea, in the depths of the ancient castle of Diran, Douglas and the others left the third room and pushed open the door of the fourth room.