In the large bronze urn, the silvery-white liquid was constantly gushing.

The urns are not heated, these liquids are driven by the forces of the elements.

Lu Mingfei pulled out two swords, arrogance still ignored him, and the living spirit of the dragon slashing sword responded enthusiastically.

He smiled, his expression serious again.

"Are you ready?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

There was a feeling of excitement coming from the Dragon Slaying Sword, and as a sword, of course, it wanted to be sharper, rather than sitting in a warehouse waiting to decay.

Since the death of the champion Hou who had been a wolf at the age of eighteen, it had been imprisoned in the scabbard for nearly two thousand years until it was pulled out by Lu Mingfei.

After drinking the blood of the Dragon King, how could it be willing to be treated as a collector's item again.

"Then go ahead."

Lu Mingfei raised his hand and threw both swords into the big urn.

Two dragon groans rang out at the same time, and two wildly spinning vortices appeared where the sword fell.

In the whirlpool, a stout pterosaur and a petite dragon are fighting each other.

The claws and teeth of the pterosaur were very sharp, and a tear on the dragon's body was a cut.

The golden points of light escaped into the large urn, and were absorbed and decomposed by the vortex.

This is the origin of the living soul, and it is more important than blood.

Not to be outdone, the dragon is not to be outdone, although its physique is not as strong as that of a pterosaur, but its style of play is more ferocious.

The slender dragon body wrapped around the wings of the pterosaur, and then opened the dragon's mouth, and the golden flames continued to scorch the pterodactyl's body, refusing to let go no matter how much it bited.

The battle between the living souls is not so bells and whistles, and it is all about spiritual power.

Pterodactyls were sub-species and had strong spiritual strength.

But the spirit of the dragon has been baptized by the emperor's flame and strengthened by the blood of the dragon king, and its essence is extremely tenacious.

The battle lasted three hours, and the equipment department added two more alchemy materials before it finally ended.

The dragon bit the reverse scales of the pterosaur, and most of its origin turned into raging flames, and finally turned the pterosaur into ashes.

The ashes did not disappear, but merged into the pool water.

The dying dragon greedily absorbed the nutrients, and the silvery liquid gradually became colorless and transparent.

The dragon's body also gradually grew, and two horns grew on its head.

"Whew!"

The living spirit of the Dragon Slaying Sword let out an excited roar and circled towards Lu Mingfei.

"Now that you've been reborn, it's time for a new name. You will be called Starfire in the future. ”

Lu Mingfei said gently.

"Whew!!"

Pleased with its new name, the living spirit responded, and then sank into the sword.

After the fusion, the new sword is still dominated by arrogance, and there is no major change in appearance, except that the length and width have increased a bit.

However, when Lu Mingfei picked up the spark, he found that no matter which side he looked at, there was a faint rotten face in the smooth sword surface.

The face was hideous, the bare teeth were clenched as if they were suffering endless pain, and the black hole in the eye sockets was even more chilling.

In such a horror movie-like scene, Lu Mingfei didn't feel any discomfort, he only felt sadness and self-blame.

The future of the entire human race, the fate of trillions of people and millions of planets rests on this one person.

For the survival of the race, man selfishly surrenders everything to Him and makes Him endure all this, even if He becomes the most disgusting person for it.

"My lord, it is our incompetence."

Lu Mingfei hung his sword high and knelt on one knee.

In the dark, he seemed to hear a sigh.

The face was hidden, and a flaming skull appeared on the face of the sword.

Lu Mingfei knew that Xinghuo was no longer an ordinary alchemy weapon, but a holy relic blessed by the emperor himself.

Even if such a holy object was used by him, it was a bit arrogant, and I am afraid that only the honorable people such as the commander of the forbidden army, the living saint, and the original body were qualified to use it.

"I will cut off with this sword, and cut off all thorns for mankind."

Lu Mingfei said reverently, and the sparks responded with a scorching temperature.

After the task of recasting the divine soldier was completed, he put the recruitment of the think tank director on the agenda.

Whether he was in the Armament Department or supervising the Rock Flow Research Institute, he really needed a helper.

After thinking about it, it was still a bit abrupt to dig people up directly, so Lu Mingfei asked Fingal to collect Merlin's information.

And Fingal lived up to his reputation as the No. 1 paparazzi in Kassel, and soon got a stack of files.

"Merlin Oberland, the leader of the younger generation of the alchemist Oberland's family. Although their family has always been sparsely populated, and there are only four people in Merlin's generation, he is indeed very good. ”

Fingal pasted the file on the moving blackboard and introduced it in a serious manner, as if he was identifying the target before acting.

"I don't want to mention the achievements in alchemy, in short, I am only slightly inferior to me. The focus is on his talent in the natural sciences. ”

He skipped the page on alchemy to cover up his act of putting gold in his face.

"Gold Medal of the International Mathematical Olympiad, Special Prize of the International Physics Olympiad (1st place), First Prize of the International Chemistry Olympiad, Winner of the Naylor Prize in Applied Mathematics."

Fingal reported Merlin's honors as much as the name of the dish, and even skipped many of the less conspicuous achievements.

The scumbags led by Maymonth didn't understand the gold content of these awards, but they still felt the oppressive power of the god of learning, trying to slip away and use the collision of muscles to offset the shutdown of the brain.

"Sit down."

Lu Mingfei spoke up to stop their imminent move.

This will be the man who could become the leader of the warband, and they must be fully understood and respected.

Due to the limitations of the Astarte Codex, the formation of the Star Marine warband is very different, but the ranking of the leadership will be skewed depending on the culture of the warband.

And in the Crimson Star Warband, the ranking of the Think Tank Leader was second only to Lu Mingfei and the War Leader, and even above the Priest Chief.

"Then why didn't he go to Harvard, Cambridge, or Princeton?"

Chu Zihang, who is relatively not so scumbag, asked.

Princeton, in particular, is a paradise for theoretical research and a mecca for mathematical researchers.

"Because he's more interested in alchemy."

Fingal shrugged.

If Merlin's talent in the natural sciences is 100, then his talent in alchemy is 60, and his passion for alchemy is 1000.

Numerous prestigious schools have offered Merlin admissions, and even Fields Medal winners want to take him as an apprentice.

But Merlin refused, and then couldn't wait to apply to come to Kassel.

"Then why didn't he go to the Equipment Department?"

This time the question was asked in May.

Because of the frequent exchanges between the war group and the equipment department, they also know a lot about the equipment guys.

"Merlin thinks their approach to research is too barbaric."

Fingal replied.

This reason

Well, geniuses do qualify for capriciousness.

Lu Mingfei remembered the first think tank chief after the revival of the war group, who was a very young soldier who had only served for more than eighty years.

But because of his extraordinary intelligence and talent in the application of psionic energy, he was quickly promoted.

The follow-up performance of the think tank director also proved Lu Mingfei's vision, he not only compiled a manual on the use of psionic energy and prevention, but also helped the master foundry restore many scientific and technological creations.

But the think chief's greatest hobby is gang hopping, and his enthusiasm for gang hopping is second to none in the entire warband.

After he deciphered a fragment of an STC template, Lu Mingfei had no choice but to agree to his request to jump into the gang.

As a result, the director of the think tank was killed by a poisonous needle of the dark spirits.

Well, if Merlin becomes the head of the think tank of the Earth Branch, he must be strictly forbidden to participate in combat operations.

"What can impress him?"

Lu Mingfei asked directly.

"Rare alchemy items or secret alchemy techniques."

Fingal said.

Lu Mingfei nodded, and began to think about which thing was more appropriate.

"Captain, it's better to show him the alchemy tablet of Gao Tianyuan."

Gen Zhinu proposed.

As the former king of the cowherd, he has a lot of experience in gift-giving.

"Well, you're making a good offer."

Lu Mingfei said approvingly.

It can not only cater to Merlin's preferences, but also have one more channel to crack the stele, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

"It's just a little bit of work."

Gen Zhinu said modestly and retreated behind Eri.

An hour later, Lu Mingfei carried the wrapped alchemy stele and came to the door of the Ample Pavilion.

(End of chapter)