Artificial Wizard Growth Log

"Hey--!"

A flash of lightning popped out of the mask.

Feeling that his entire arm was paralyzed, Xia Zuo frowned, and tried to forcefully lift off the mask with the inertia of his previous efforts. At the same time, he stretched out his other hand, which was only hastily sealed by the nanomachines. The wound on the wrist burst again, and the silver liquid quickly shuttled between the fingers, and the sharp light was already reflected from the front end.

Just one centimeter away—

— fell through.

Zhan Zhan, who was in a hurry to retreat, fell to the ground in embarrassment, trying to avoid Xia Zuo's sudden attack.

Xia Zuo clicked his tongue.

Losing the sudden effect, another sneak attack would be useless.

Even though he understood this, he still did not give up his last effort. The formed silver long knife split the air in front of the blade, and the sound of breaking through the air was like the wailing of a banshee.

However, in the next second, Xia Zuo's complexion sank and he withdrew his long knife abruptly.

His reaction was not timely enough. Before he could take it back, the nanomachines that made up the front third of the long knife had escaped his control, scattered into clumps, and fell into the pervasive black mist.

Because of the fall, his whole body was covered by the black mist, so Zhan Zhan let out a low coughing sound.

"Mr. Xia Zuo... I will never underestimate you. Although the Mister Research Institute has been given to the Old Family Party as a bait for military merit, I have obtained the results of various projects in the research institute, including this..."

The man in the gray suit stood up from the black mist and straightened his mask.

"...Anti-nanometer electromagnetic pulse, cut off the electromagnetic signal you use to manipulate the nanomechanical group. The one I am carrying is a trial product. From the point of view just now, the effect is very good."

Zhan took a few steps back and flicked the dust off his body.

"In any case, you can contact me before the public trial against you begins. Then, Xia Zuo... xd1009, goodbye."

Standing straight behind the iron fence, Xia Zuo answered him concisely without any wavering.

"Goodbye."

The back of Zhan disappeared at the corner of the corridor, and Xia Zuo, who could no longer hear anyone else's voice, lay back on the bed, rubbing his stinging eyebrows.

Perhaps it was because part of the nanomechanical group in his body was missing, Xia Zuo suddenly felt very weak. He didn't feel it when he was concentrating on confronting the war before, but now he found himself sweating intermittently. Drenched in sweat.

...It's so strange, was he so nervous just now?

Brace yourself, Xia Zuo, and Gurba is waiting for your interrogation.

This war must be someone he knows, and definitely not some insignificant person.

Speaking of which, from the perspective of the second and second grades, does it have anything to do with Kyushu?

...Probably not, Pang Kyushu's Secondary School is Teacher An's eldest child, and everything else is no different from dung in his eyes, but War's Secondary School is full of hypocrisy and self-effacement that pretends to be mature, Xia Zuo listened I just want to gag.

Where is Pang Kyushu's Secondary School so cute?

Not feeling at all that he had used an extremely terrifying adjective, Xia Zuo closed his eyes and wanted to take a break.

Within a minute of closing his eyes, he fell asleep.

It was another extremely peaceful and beautiful day in the Capital No. [-] Prison covered by heavy snow.

***

At the same time, it was still evening at the Jin Mercury Ground General Staff, which had a huge time difference with the Capital Prison.

Since Xia Zuo's arrival, the front line with frequent accidents has finally calmed down for a few hours. If you don't count the entertainment activities between the Battleship Troops on the Skynet and the Zerg Vanguard Army-- Commonly known as throwing bombs - words.

This kind of behavior has lasted for more than three years, and all the soldiers of the warship are familiar with it.

There is no need for the Marshal of the Federation to command.

His Excellency the Marshal, who got a little free time, came down from the skynet that had not left for five months, and stood on the real ground, so he said today that he wanted to stay in the general staff on the ground.

Does anyone dare to object?

An Huaichun, the chief staff officer on the ground: "I object!"

He yelled at Victor Turan, who was sitting on the reception sofa in his office, waving a stack of scratch paper with his teeth and claws.

The office door is closed. Although there are countless staff members outside who want to know what happened in the commander's office that is only separated by one door, it is obvious that the well-decorated walls and doors hinder their sight, and the sentry is strong. There was only a little change in his hearing.

Because no one was watching, An Huaichun, who didn't need to care about his face, was about to cry.

"Hey, hey... this is the earth dragon meat that I managed to buy from Yaohexing. Don't eat all of it, okay?"

Turan raised his eyebrows, picked up a slice of marinated and boiled meat with his chopsticks, and ate it in one bite.

"You have always had good taste in food and drink. I have never heard that the meat of an earth dragon is edible."

An Huaichun stared at him: "Do you know that you just ate one-fifth of my monthly allowance?"

Turan was surprised: "It's so cheap?"

An Huaichun: "..."

Mr. Good Man felt a murderous intent from the bottom of his heart.

Before he put this killing intent into action, Turan wisely changed the topic, "Have you finished your formula calculation?"

"Five years ago, I thought about the impact on the situation of the war between humans and Zerg once the personal shuttle device could be used in the war. At that time, I had some ideas. I have already built the general structure on the way. The only thing left to do is experiment," An Huaichun said.

The local tyrant Turan, who had mocked the poor An Huaichun before, was now mocked by the god of learning, An Huaichun, as an ordinary person in terms of academic ability.

So he picked up the last piece of meat on the plate and ate it in one bite.

An Huaichun: "You!"

Turan had a flat expression that I didn't do anything, "What's wrong with me?"

He put down his chopsticks without the slightest bit of embarrassment, picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth. In the setting sun, every silver hair of his shone with the afterglow of the stars, and at the same time, every cell in his body was showing an elegant demeanor.

After finishing all this slowly, he made an invitation gesture to An Huaichun to sit down.

"Ann, let's talk business."

"..." An Huaichun was choked for a while, and replied, "Tulan, do you still know whose office this is?"

The short teasing before the event is over.

Under the setting sun outside the window, the two generals of the Federation were sitting upright.

An Huaichun spoke first.

"What do you think of the assassination of Admiral Martin?"

"Stupid." Marshal Turan completed his evaluation with two words.

It took a while for him to explain his evaluation, "Unexpectedly stupid, so that I don't know whether he really wants to assassinate me and you, or deliberately send the old family party's handle."

An Huaichun exchanged a slightly disturbed expression with him.

"Martin bumped into him as if he was intentionally designed, and he felt uneasy if I didn't destroy him." Turan continued, "But I also feel uneasy if I kill him."

"Maybe it's a coincidence..." An Huaichun said with a sigh.

"My great mathematician, is it possible that the answer you got this time is a set of random numbers?"

"...No," An Huaichun said slowly, "...not like."

What he said was not completely judged, but ambiguous.

The silver-haired marshal raised an eyebrow in surprise.

He found that An Huaichun had once again fallen into the trap of ignoring him.

So he could only change the subject again, "Ann, who do you think the war is?"

"People who you and I know." His Excellency the Lieutenant General immediately gave his answer.

However, this answer was useless. Turan was sure that the people in the world that An Huaichun knew but he didn't know could be counted on ten fingers.

"He is hiding in the government. He is a reformist. On the surface, he is a law-abiding good citizen of the Federation. In private, he is a war fanatic. He has a desire to manipulate everything, and he loves the philosophy of the Earth's Middle Ages and Catholicism."

Speaking of this, An Huaichun paused, "These are based on the integration of government and military intelligence, all the clues found from the first human-worm war to the current God of War religion, and that's all I know. "

"What about the range?" Turan asked.

An Huaichun showed a wry smile.

"After five investigations, there are still 1 people on the list, including our Mr. President who has just been imprisoned."

The office fell silent again.

It wasn't until the tea on the coffee table stopped steaming, and Turan stroked his chin, that he suddenly said, "It can't be Li Daolin."

"Are you sure? His suspicion is above average among 1 people."

"It's not him... Li Daolin always acts stupidly, even if he can explain it with clumsiness, I don't think it's him."

Turan drank the cold tea in one gulp and put down his cup, "Li Daolin supports war only for the reason that the Zerg race is immortal and human beings have no peace, so although he is a main fighter, he has never been a war fanatic. Catherine had a good time talking, also because they both wanted peace."

"Zergs are immortal, and human beings have no peace." An Huaichun held his forehead, "War has never been my choice."

"...However, the war with the Zerg is indeed an opportunity, and the Federation has broken away from the declining track."

"I don't think so. If there were no reformers leading hundreds of millions of people to work hard together, there would be no federation today. Talents are the opportunity for the federation to change, and... those souls wandering in the galaxy, those who lost their loved ones Should the pain and blood and tears of my family be ignored? Turan, I may never understand the thoughts of you gentlemen."

An Huaichun thought of the friend who dragged him into the army, but he was the first batch of sacrificed soldiers when the war broke out, and shook his head.

"The most suitable occupation for me has never been a general, but a self-employed small boss."

"Nonsense," Marshal Turan curled his lips, "The most suitable person for you is obviously a mathematician."

"...It's also possible that when I was 13 years old, I also won the gold medal in the Sun Life Youth Math Cup."

The stars were completely overwhelmed by the horizon, and the two generals watched the final fire cloud together.

The smart light glows softly before the last ray of light disappears.

Turan raised the corner of his mouth.

"It's useless for us to talk here, Ann, I hope that the students who asked for leave and don't know where they went will bring good news."

***

Pang Kyushu, whom everyone has high hopes for, is emerging from the mud of the sewer.

"Ah bah!" He spat out the mud in his mouth angrily, then looked in front of him in confusion, "Where am I?"