Chapter 622 "Nandou"
When Song Shi walked to the scrap recycling station, he found that the five people were still staying in place. "Who is the leader?" Song Shi said, but his eyes stopped on one of them and never moved.
Pragmatic skills·[Liuli View] is taken from the image of "clear inside and outside, pure and filthless", which allows the user to use his own body as a mirror to reflect the opponent's flaws and flaws. However, as a spiritual skill of the divine eyes and spiritual eyes, it has more or less the effect of enhancing observation.
"Hello." Marsh felt that he was swallowing: "I am Marsh Lowell. We are wanderers. We originally wanted to come here for luck. Thank you very much for saving my life. If you want to give me any instructions, we will do our best."
The man tried to put his posture low enough, and the other party interrupted directly: "How is the prosthetic doctor in your tribe? And what about mechanics?"
"Prosthetic doctor?" Marsh was stunned, and quickly passed the memory in his mind, and carefully considered the wording: "Prosthetic. I have heard people mention that this kind of high-end product is too expensive and we can't afford it. Mechanics have it, and the level is enough."
Prosthetic doctor is still in its infancy?
Song Shixin said that although it is not ruled out that the possibility of simply lifting restrictions and sinking into the civilian market is not ruled out.
"Mercenary Group's 'Letmen'." Song Shi nodded and said, "The one who was going to kill you just now, have some fun."
Hearing this sentence, Mash's face became a little gloomy. He said, "I've heard people say such things and thank you for saving our lives again."
"Are you angry?" Song Shi observed the man's expression and said bluntly: "It's too plain."
Mash touched the corner of his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just shook his head: "It's hard to live."
Song Shi nodded, stepped over the stairs made of iron sheets, and drilled into the scrap recycling station from the barbed wire with a big hole.
Behind the young man, several people looked at each other, quickly compared several gestures to each other, and then followed quickly with Marsh's gesture.
Psychics are moody, especially according to the other party's attitude, they may have a terrible existence with the third ring of psychic energy. No matter how regretful and fearful there is in their hearts, they can only follow them if they don't speak at this moment.
They could see the firelight that passed in a blink of an eye.
"Yes"
Song Shi stopped in front of the garbage mountain.
At first it was compressed into large blocks, like garbage piled up by containers, but their owners seemed to lose patience soon. Further backwards, mechanical castings, broken electrical appliances, plastics and other items were dumped together at will, and viscous unknown liquid flowed across the ground and gathered into a puddle with colorful oil stars floating on it. "Are you local wanderers?"
Song Shi suddenly spoke out.
Mash immediately replied, "No, we just passed through this area, originally thinking of replenishing the supply."
"Is there a purpose?"
".Destination?" Marsh was choked, thought for a few seconds, and whispered, "Sir, how can we have any destination? I heard that we are going there without a war, running around everywhere."
"In other words." Song Shi turned his head and said, "Will you go to many places next?"
Mash tried hard to keep up with the other party's jumping thinking and said, "Uh, can you say that you have anything you want us to do?"
No answer.
Amid the gaze of several people, the red and golden flame suddenly rose, and then like the river water behind the gate of the dam lifted up, it blew through the thousands of square meters of waste recycling station!
The turbid yellow mist that sulphide, fluoride and hydrogen sulfide enveloped the recycling station was like the mist on the mirror melting in an instant, and turned into harmless ashes in extreme violation of chemical reactions. Then there are puddles containing heavy metal elements, which are boiling and evaporated and become ashes that drift with the wind.
Mash was shocked to find that at some point, the red light of Geiger's instructions stopped lit up, and replaced by a stable green.
He was shocked.
The radiation was burned?
Song Shi watched all this happen quietly, as if he had a effortless yawn.
——Psychic Skills·[Reproduction].
——Psychic Skills·[Embers].
One is to modify the properties of matter, and the other is to destroy matter.
In theory, it requires a lot of equipment cooperation. After more than ten links, it takes several days to achieve harmless treatment of industrial waste. For today's Song Shi, it is only a matter of one thought. Before the total amount of terrifying psychic energy reserves, there is no difference whether the prefix of the garbage mountain is "dozens of piles" or "a pile".
Even if it is an electromagnetic wave with an uneven nature like "radioactive radiation", it only takes a little more effort and can be burned out.
Song Shi shifted his gaze.
The sea of fire, which was originally precisely targeted only the mist and wastewater puddles, suddenly shrank and rushed into the garbage mountain from countless gaps. This should have been a terrifying scene, but in Marsh's eyes, he suddenly felt a magnificent beauty.
So, change happened!
It's like countless old blacksmiths with superb skills falling from the sky.
The iron chain that barely dragged the gears had rust away, and the machine tool spindle box was lying in a corner, lonely. You can see along the surface breaking. The fine debris and mucus inlaid inside were burned, but it did not burn even a little of the parts.
The wreckage of the magnetic levitation cargo hold clings to Mars, and it silently swallowed the case. When it dissipated, only a complete and intact mutex magnetic levitation component was left. Handfuls of worn-out guns flew past the flames and forced to dismantle. The parts that were completely unusable turned into embers, leaving behind parts of large and small all over the ground.
This kind of scene happens every moment, happening in every place in the waste recycling bin!
——Psychic Skills·[Forged Flame].
The psychic skill born from "forging", an image closely related to flame.
When Song Zhi was still in the low ring, its effect was limited to simple rough processing of external objects, shaping its own spiritual flame to a certain extent.
The former effect may be a good blacksmith in ancient times, but when faced with modern high-precision machine tools, it has no advantages at all.
But Song Shi is no longer a low ring.
With the spiritual push to the fourth ring, [Sublimation] and the control of spiritual skills such as the forging heart, the forging flame is enough to achieve meticulous precision processing, and even exceed the limitations of physics and chemistry to a certain extent, just like those parts that have returned to a new state through recasting and forcibly being worn.
It's a pity that it's still a bit bad.
Song Shixin said.
Although this operation is exquisite now, its essence is still the "recycling" of waste products, which is the reuse of existing things, not recreation.
If I broke through the fifth ring, maybe the [Forged Flame] at that time would be able to go further and have the ability to recombinate at the molecular level. In that case, it is not that damaged waste will become available waste at this moment, but that it will be turned into treasure in the true sense.
Mash opened his eyes wide in disbelief, his neck seemed to have rusty gears, no matter how he cracked, he couldn't turn it. Is this something humans can do?
Can psionic energy be used to create?
In an extremely shocked manner, the Tianling Gai seemed to be suddenly washed by something, and a numbness that could not be heard. Immediately, these shocks and numbness turned into deep fear. It is not a personal or emotional horror, but a terror that is like a ship in the deep sea, illuminating the outline of a giant object after a storm in the distance from a flash of lightning, the kind of terror that is difficult to understand and beyond cognition.
Mash had seen psychics. When the whistle of the air defense alarm sounded through the streets and alleys, a large number of artillery fired from the sky and poured down, accompanied by figures wearing exoskeleton armor and high-speed shuttles.
However that was too far. He was lucky enough to drive away from the burning city before the road was completely blocked, and since then he became a wanderer. Until now, without the slightest participation of technology, the incredible scene actually happened in front of us.
——Hu.
The turbulent sea of fire comes and goes quickly. After several breaths, the waste recycling station, which was originally piled up like mountains and sewage, returned to its original appearance, as if it had just been built and had not yet been put into use.
In addition to the many new objects in the center. "How many local wanderers?" Song Shi spoke. "It shouldn't be many." Marsh quickly calmed down his emotions and replied cautiously: "We have joined the local wanderer mutual aid community on Hogarth, and there are only 3,000 people in it."
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in one 6, one book, one bar, one read!
Three thousand people.
Even if it is a town, it is not a particularly large population, and it is even more worth mentioning in the city.
Song Shi nodded slightly.
He had roughly scanned the place. Hogarth's scale is not large, it can only be considered a small city. After years of confrontation between the United Government and the Eastern Republic, several fronts were repeatedly pulled. Hogarth was on the front line for a period of time, resulting in the current empty streets.
"Mash."
Hearing the other party calling out his name, Marsh's heart tightened and said respectfully, "You said."
"Take a few photos and videos and send them to the local wanderer community to tell them the situation here." Song Shi said, "I have given you all these, I have been dealing with them for a long time."
Although I have guessed it vaguely, when the other party actually said this, Marsh still felt funny and paradoxical.
Then, he was silent for a few seconds and said in a deep voice: "Sir, what are we going to pay?"
There is no free lunch in the office building, so is the wasteland.
Song Shi laughed.
He seemed to be looking at Marsh, but he seemed to be looking at everyone present.
"I only have one requirement for you."
"Please bring these. Give everyone you meet in the future, and give it the best of your ability." Song Shi smiled and said, "And tell them what happened here."
"-I want you to wait to spread my name and tell me what you have done."
The air seemed to have fallen into solidification.
Give, help within your ability? Passing your name?
Mash was confused, and then he realized something and his heart pounded twice.
This is the end of propaganda with new forces!
Who intends to get involved in this battle between the Eastern Republic and the coalition government? Or is it just a small force limited to the local area who wants to make a name for themselves?
Thoughts swirled in their minds, quickly turned and disappeared. Marsh opened his mouth and wanted to refuse - he just didn't want to involve such things, so they became wanderers! The resources in front of you are precious, but they cannot be exchanged for your life.
Is it really impossible to exchange it?
When his unconscious vision touched a ball device with a missing mouth, Marsh found that he could not say anything that could be said to his mouth. He recognized that thing, it was a water purification jug, and it depends on the company logo or a big brand of "realistic prayer".
This company, which once dedicated to outdoor adventure equipment and security, made a magnificent transformation during the war and sold a large number of emergency survival equipment and food. At this time when infrastructure and hydropower networks collapsed, it relied on countless people who were displaced by the war.
For wanderers, clean water is often more important than food that fills the stomach. Marsh could see that as the flames burned, even the water purification core, which was originally soaked in filth and dark, miraculously became clean and transparent again under the broken mouth of the water purification tank.
One more thing
Flame can burn the waste recycling bin.
You can also easily burn these people to ashes.
"Thank you for your generosity. Really, I don't know what to say."
The thoughts were finished in an instant. Marsh's lips squirmed a few times, and a grateful but not exaggerated expression appeared on his face: "Don't worry, praise your name? We keep it in our hearts. It won't be long before everyone will know you."
As if he suddenly thought of something, he asked, "Then what should we call you?"
"Nan Dou."
This sentence was in Dongluyu. Song Shi paused and repeated, "——Nan Dou."
"Nan Dou?" Marsh imitated his pronunciation and spit out slightly strange syllables.
"This is your name."
"No, no name is needed." Song Shi shook his head and stared at the man in front of him: "As long as 'Nan Dou', only 'Nan Dou' is enough."
"That's it." Marsh said oh, "I understand."
"You can act." Song Shi raised his head and looked at the sky: "I killed that mercenary group. I haven't received the signal for a long time. The military will definitely send someone to check. You should move faster, as much as you can get - there is no need to worry about hot potatoes, no one will care about a few scavengers."
Since the other party has spoken, what else can you say besides doing as you please?
The companions around me couldn't control too much, so they rushed up quickly, took out their backpacks and straps they carried in advance, and picked and picked among the dazzling waste products.
Marsh landed behind, and as he turned his head, he suddenly realized that the young man was walking out. "Sir?"
He called out in a strange way.
The other party stopped, turned his head, and smiled at the man. The latter's brown eyes reflected a face that was clearly clear but for some reason, giving people a vague face that seemed to be swaying fire.
Mash rubbed his eyes.
When I opened it again, there was no one in front of me.
(This chapter ends)