I have a shelter

"We really shouldn't have listened to Irene's advice. Now think about it, how arrogant and ignorant we were to destroy such a treasure." Thoreywood's sighing voice suddenly sounded from the magic assistant: "Look Most of the data has been lost."

"Who gave you advice?!" Irene's voice made a loud noise on the side of the magic assistant: "Didn't you say we won't be able to use it anymore? Also, did I destroy this library? , it’s Soraya”

There was a chaotic sound from the magic assistant's side. It seemed that before Irene finished speaking, her sister had covered her mouth.

Indeed, as Eileen said, the original Seven Gods implemented a policy of obscuring the people. In order to prevent anyone from learning these 'forbidden arts', and in order to prevent the heavenly armed forces from 'falling', they not only completely destroyed this place, Not even any information about that knowledge was retained.

George raised his head, looked at the huge thing in front of him, and asked, "What is this thing used for?"

Ibrahimovic explained: "This is our library, specially used to store the base's information and experimental results."

"Being able to do calculations as well," Thorleywood added.

"Able to calculate?!" Ibrahimovic suddenly shouted: "Real or false, in the records of my database, it does not have this function! Don't talk nonsense~"

"Of course it can, Lord Ibrahimovic - even the magic circuit on a wand can also perform calculations." Thoreywood said confidently: "I will change it properly. Now the shelter needs this It’s a gadget, and its computing power, even if all the broken abacus in the hands of all the wizards in the world are put together, is not worth one trillionth of it.”

George's eyes moved slightly and asked: "You mean to use the graphics card as a calculator?"

"I don't quite understand what you mean, George. But see those jumping symbols? It's actually a clustered array of countless particles."

George's eyes widened and he understood what Thoreywood meant: "Quantum computer?"

"Ahem, if you put it that way, it seems that it can indeed be calculated." Ibrahimovic opened his mouth and said with some embarrassment: "I don't know much about technology. You can do it if you think you can."

"So, what will be the use of having one more supercomputer?" George asked curiously.

Ibrahimovic also seemed a little curious, and couldn't help but look at the little magic assistant who was delivering the message to Solewood.

"George, I can give you an analogy." Thorleywood said: "For example, improving the 'Executor' requires some kind of new material. There are countless combinations of this new material. If you want to find the right one, In addition to building mathematical models, thousands of experiments are required, and each experiment takes many days. Even if many project teams are divided to conduct these meaningless experiments, all the garbage will be collected. Excluding this, the research and development cycle is still extremely long – occasionally, if you are lucky, it may be faster.”

"Like buying a lottery ticket?" George asked.

"That's right, George - this thing can tell us the winning number directly."

After Thoreywood finished explaining, many of his little magic assistants flew over with a group of wizards, seemingly planning to start transforming this thing. Although it is just adjusting and reorganizing some arrays on the 'asteroid', this process still takes a few days. And during these few days, it is unusable.

Before that, Ibrahimovic imported the information from the 'astrology' into his body and transmitted it to Thoreywood.

George stood aside and observed the work of the wizards for a while. He found that although the little magic assistants could not reorganize the particles of various items like builders, they could help the wizards adjust various items. Many magics have become more precise with their help. For example, to build a castle, wizards only need to input the model into the assistant, and various materials can be built by themselves under the control of magic.

Compared with the servants of heaven, the work that magic assistants can perform is much more sophisticated. It seems that after the Sanctuary obtained the technology of the Kashiya Temple, the 'farmers' of the Sanctuary have also completed a comprehensive upgrade.

While George was watching the excitement, Ibrahimovic had already posted several images.

"These are probably weapons with relatively complete data. They are generally used inside bases and spaceships." Ibrahimovic said while debugging the image: "In order to prevent damage to the internal precision facilities of the spacecraft or the ecological environment on the planet, guards The weapons used by the attacker will not explode, so they will appear silent."

"Thunderwood has read all the relevant information. There are only a few that we can try." After saying that, Ibrahimovic played the screen.

Looking at those pictures, George's eyes suddenly widened.

In the first screen, there is an ancient battlefield. Various evil spirits were fighting with a ferocious insect. A small jellyfish-like spherical object appeared out of thin air on the battlefield. Then everything in a large area around the ball came to a standstill, even the flying objects in the sky. The monsters all stopped in mid-air.

Time in the entire area has completely frozen to a standstill! Even the magic in mid-air has stopped!

Afterwards, a group of Kashiya people dressed as researchers jumped down from the spaceship and began various studies on those monsters, and brought back several samples by the way.

When the research was over, the little jellyfish and Kashiya both jumped back. Time on the battlefield began to flow again, and the monsters continued to fight as if nothing had happened. However, a few monsters suddenly found that the enemy in front of them seemed to be gone. After standing there with their heads tilted in confusion for a long time, they started fighting with others again.

"Time stopped?!" George blinked fiercely, and he slapped Soreywood's experimental assistant excitedly, asking: "How much of this thing can we restore?!"

"George, I think we can only make another thing. It can't be completely still, it can only slow down the time of an area. In addition, even with the help of some restored production lines here, we can produce light arrays. But what we can make will also be huge. It can be used as a large weapon on some large "executor"-level golems." Soreywood said: "And it doesn't distinguish between enemies and friends."

"???" A bunch of black question marks appeared on George's head.

The side effects of this new punk product seem to be more than that. According to Soreywood, once an area is covered, it cannot be stopped. Everything that enters the area will be in a slow state.

Although some locked enemies cannot move, if they can observe the higher dimension, they can still "see" what is happening around them - the Great Demon Lord is in this state, and they can even release some magic normally.

"Then what do we need it for?! This is too bad, right?!"

But after saying that, George's eyes suddenly widened - this is simply an exile artifact! On that battlefield, it is enough to make the main force of the demons stare at the side, watching the troops of the shelter beating other demon troops in front of them.