Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

At this point, let's switch the camera to Rankopel.

Because Fika and Macaoo were already very tired, they were already lying in sleeping bags, and Rhode Island's standard outdoor sleeping bags could easily isolate the humid and cold air in the underground passages.

"Whew... Whew..." A

deep snoring sound could be heard from the sleeping bag, the two had fallen into a deep sleep, and the underground passage was quiet, except for the echo of some water droplets ticking on the stalactites.

Tick...... Tick ....

Very crisp.

Rankopel is different, because of the bloodline attribute of the blood demon, in this dark cave, Rankopel's spirit will be very excited, and even he has the urge to hang himself upside down.

But in the end, it didn't materialize.

Whoops

....

And from time to time in the darkness, there are some small animals crawling by, because they have fought with the black spider group in the underground mine of Mine 4, and now Rankopel hears this sound with some ptSd.

It's just that these small animals are basically just some small crabs or reptiles.

After Rankopel inadvertently revealed a bloody murderous aura, these small animals seemed to be targeted by hunters, and did not dare to approach this area anymore.

Whoosh—

and Rankopel was sitting cross-legged in front of the sleeping Macaoo and Fica, his hands parallel to his chest, and a small cloud of iron sand and blood was constantly blending with each other in his palms.

Now that his ore disease has disappeared, as long as he does not apply some highly enhanced moves or extremely fierce battles, he can freely train and develop his source stone skills.

At this time, if you judge Rankopel by the average strength of ordinary Terrans, then without hesitation, it can be said that Rankopel is close to reaching the peak.

But if you judge strength by monsters, then Rankoper is still far behind.

If nothing else, even if he turned on the complete steamed blood now, he would not necessarily be able to fight the frost star with the warm snow he forged in his heyday.

There is still a long way to go, and the road to strength may never end.

But Rankopel is not afraid, whether it is Jaston's Source Stone Skill or the Source Stone Skill of the Blood Demon Attribute, he will do his best to develop it to the most obscure level in theory.

At this time, Lan Kepel's Origin Stone Skill Training was also nearing its end.

Last...... Polymerization.

"Finally... Done. Rankopel

opened his eyes and lifted his hands—his Origin Stone Craft Creation was slowly suspended on it.

What a beautiful black and red color.

This is a cloud of blood and iron sand, like a sphere like Saturn in a previous life, and the surrounding fine iron sand surrounds this concentrated blood in an extremely stable form like a ring.

"It's beautiful, it's like a planet in the palm of your hand."

Rankopel looked at the black-red Saturn-shaped sphere suspended in his hand and admired it sincerely.

Buzz....

It is so brilliant that it emits beautiful scarlet fluorescence in this dark cave, like a real star, and it senses Rankopel.

This is the creation of his own source stone technique, just like the blood heir of the Blood Demon Maharajah, or the witchcraft colossus of mudstone, or the corrupt root system of the King of Scavengers.

But no matter how splendid and magnificent it is, its essence ...

It's a bomb.

According to Rankopel's estimated power, only one such black-red Saturn bomb is enough to flatten the surrounding area of about fifty meters, affecting a range of seventy or eighty meters.

This is a new move that mimics the spell of the Emperor's Inner Guard's Collapse Fear, and uses the combination of iron and blood elements.

Unexpectedly, it succeeded the first time, although there was no kingdom to cooperate to form a terrifying devouring effect, but Rankopel took the sword and turned it into the purest destructive power.

But for Rankopel, it's still more symbolic than practical.

Because the black and red Saturn bomb consumes a lot, even if you drain all the physical strength of Rankopel's body, it is only enough to condense two, and it takes three minutes.

Although the size is only slightly larger than a basketball even with the outer ring, the theory of this source stone technique is extremely complex, and it is necessary to interconstruct two source stone skills at the same time, linking them together like a multi-dimensional closed loop.

Therefore, this attack method is mainly used to destroy large groups of heavy enemies, or directly against a single large hard target, and it is necessary to ensure that there are no friendly forces around.

After all, as soon as this thing is thrown out, even if Rankopel can be immune to most of the power, he does not dare to get too close, after all, it is its own creation, how strong the destructive power, he knows best.

Rankopel actually didn't want to develop this extremely dangerous Source Stone technique around the sleeping Fika and Macao, after all, if they were not careful, they could hurt or even kill them.

But just when he was exercising his source stone technique, he entered a certain "state".

And this state has been out of control since the beginning of the entry, as if moving clouds, Rankopel's action instinct even surpasses his own thinking to follow.

In this strange state, blood and iron merge in his palm, and after a series of movements with a different rhythm, this mimicry is finally presented.

And when Rankopel reacted, he had developed the creation of this source stone technique to an extremely stable state.

Even he could feel that if he did not give the command to detonate, this black-red Saturn bomb threw him into the arms of an ordinary Terran or even a child, and the other party would not be harmed in the slightest.

["Even if you throw it into an art museum for exhibition, it is estimated that it can be a qualified work of art..."]

Rankopel's mind inexplicably came to such an idea.

Of course, the appreciation of art has never varied from person to person, and if you let the bomb madman W in Sakaz see this "work of art", the consequences can be known with your ass.

With her nature, even if her life is in danger, she must come non-stop to see the bomb creation of this Sakaz kind.

If she takes this bomb of Rankopel and implements it into the Ark of Tomorrow game, it will definitely be the supermodel of supermodels.

And if she had this bomb in the plot and fired it before she ran away from Talulah during the confrontation on the conning tower, it would only be a surprise that Talulah would be injured not lightly.

And the top of the conning tower will be directly blown up to a height of at least ten meters in the sky.

This reminds Rankopel that this bomb may be developed by others when he has time to try to detonate it in the future, and he does not need to worry about it.

In this way, you can give it to others to enhance their combat effectiveness, and you can even use it as a hidden hole card, and you can also give Rhode Island a piece to analyze its principle in the future.

Rhode Island may be able to reverse develop more possibilities.

Rankopel thought so, and then began to deconstruct the black-red Saturn bomb, although he was a little reluctant to share the joy he had created for the first time, but he had to do it.

"Hope you can come in handy later... Black and red Saturn. He

thought silently himself, and then unfolded his source stone technique, and the deconstruction began.

Boom....

But this is not a real bomb after all, it is not complicated to deconstruct, there are not so many electronic components and circuits, Rankopel only needs to slowly peel off his source stone skills.

And as the Rankopel Source Stone skillfully exerted its strength little by little, the black-red Saturn bomb also began to slowly spread out from the outside to the inside, and the reaction gradually weakened.

......

The process was unexpectedly easy, and it took Rankopel about half a minute to strip away all reactive energy, and the black-red Saturn bomb turned into a pool of blood and iron sand scattered on the ground.

It has to be said that Sakaz's source stone technique is really a magical thing, and Rankopel is not scientifically familiar with its principles, but it is so natural to be able to create such a sophisticated complex reaction.

In fact, most of the ancient bloodlines in Sakaz can always be like this, whether it is Wendigo's cannibal altar, the banshee's soul whistle, or the blood heir of the blood demon, the ancient spell of the Lich.

These Sakaz witchcraft are extremely complex in principle, but the demon bloodline always allows them to control this power, an ancient and obscure power.

"[Old Sakaz language]: May the sorcery of Sakaz one day pierce the false starry sky."

Rankopel folded his hands and whispered.

Oh, yes...... Rankopel.

At its root, you are now a... Sakaz people.

"Whew..."

Rankopel let out a long breath, he could sense that after he inexplicably entered a state, his precise control direction of the iron element had improved a lot.

"Maybe next time you can try to make the iron in your opponent's veins turn into a blade and explode out... But it is estimated that it will take some time... I didn't expect that one day I would feel that this trick was a little impractical. He

stood up, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

If the ultimate goal is to kill the opponent, then it doesn't have to be that complicated at all, the iron wire is a good helper, after all, most opponents are not immune to direct cutting damage.

But if he can do it himself, it also means that Rankopel has made a milestone leap in the direction of precise control of iron elements, and can develop more complex and sophisticated source stone technical structures or creations in the future.

"Next, let's light exercise and familiarize yourself with the source stone technique and take a break."

As soon as Rankopel thought of this, he knew it in his heart.

"Hehe..."

Then he gently leaned against a rock wall, slowly half lay down, and stretched out his left and right hands again, and a cloud of blood and iron sand swirled above his palm.

This time, Rankopel is ready to continue to develop on scale, such as more iron manipulation, more blood proliferation, and large-scale suppression and defense effects.

The road to getting stronger is long, but Rankopel is never short of patience.

To this day, Rankopel still considers himself weak, very weak.

This is not hypocrisy or modesty, it is just a fact.

After all, this land is never picky when eating people, only the strong can control their own destiny, and Rankopel is the same.