The necromancer just wants to plant trees

…

Because we don’t see each other very often.

Matthew had almost forgotten about the little guy.

But soon.

Relevant information emerged from his mind——

Astronaut Bubu's race is Yongyun'aling, which is essentially a miniature spirit floating in the astral space.

In order to avoid the squid ship.

This timid spirit accidentally entered Matthew's starry sky cabin and provided him with a wave of information.

After that, Bubu lived in the tree house.

In my impression, this Qiyun Aling has a good personality and can get along with everyone. However, due to his size, his best friends in the forest are the oak fairies.

Matthew smiled and responded:

"Hello."

"Um, did Feliwen ask you to teach me how to use these things?"

Matthew consciously didn't show much.

But Bubu immediately noticed the other party's suspicion.

He puffed up his little cheeks and said angrily:

"Don't underestimate me!"

"I am a real astronaut. I am good at all fields related to interstellar travel, and communication is just one of them!"

Said.

He skillfully and concisely introduced to Matthew the usage and limitations of the temporary device sent by Feliwen.

"...After activation, you have to do this, and then do that..."

"Then place the anemone in a place where it can be in contact with the air over a large area, and try to minimize obstacles around it."

"Don't worry, I'll help you adjust the directional spiritual pulse device. It won't be too troublesome. Well, I made a little improvement on Ms. Feliwen's idea. This improvement has become the default plan during our astral travel. ”

"Three hundred meters? No, as long as there are no obstacles around, it's fine within eight hundred meters, but you have to run, um, move slowly and at a steady rate, and then leave everything to me..."

Bubu communicated enthusiastically with Matthew.

At the beginning, Matthew thought that Feliwen might be a bit exaggerated.

But he was soon impressed by Bubu's professionalism——

The other party's method of tightening the screws at the bottom of West Watts' crucible was extremely professional, and in a short time he adjusted the relevant parameters according to the situation of the tearing plane.

After asking for a few more details, I got an extremely detailed answer from Bubu.

Matthew decided to take action.

He first summoned the Red Flame Nightmare, and then rode on horseback with a complete set of devices.

Since the distance restriction mentioned by Feliwen was perfectly overcome by Bubu's improved plan, this created more space for Matthew.

He disguised himself as a devil soldier who had temporarily lost his organization.

The Scarlet Flame Nightmare also took the opportunity to disguise itself as an ordinary purgatory mount.

The two of them just took a leisurely walk on the edge of the battlefield.

Just to be on the safe side.

Matthew opened another invisible spell as usual, but while moving, almost all invisible spells would be greatly reduced.

This move is just better than nothing.

Even if not.

With the chaos of the battlefield, no one should be able to detect their abnormality.

And just as the Red Flame Nightmare was advancing along the edge of the battlefield.

While Bubu was debugging the device, he and Matthew chatted one after another.

Compared to the first meeting.

Bubu seemed much more cheerful and courageous.

He told Matthew many stories about his hometown and ethnic group.

Although the content is not particularly shocking.

But Bubu’s narration also touched Matthew——

"Xie Yun'aling and Necron are actually quite similar to a certain extent."

He suddenly thought of this.

The essence of both is essence, but the former is miniature and the latter is medium-sized;

They are also born from the spirituality overflowing from space, but their sources are different;

Similarly, both races have quite impressive space, aerospace, metal smelting and vehicle-related technologies, but Qie Yun'aling's aerospace technology is essentially closer to a special "wishing technique" .

Matthew observed.

When Bubu was debugging the device, he often just made a rough idea, and then used his own special abilities to magically reach a satisfactory value.

And according to what he himself said.

The creation and repair of their family's spacecraft are all accomplished by this method similar to "I Xunsi".

This is actually close to the effect of prayer and prophecy, but it is achieved by magic-like and psychic-like means.

The Necron are also masters of psionics.

But their aerospace industry is more controllable and stable and can be promoted in a standardized way.

This is also one of the fundamental reasons why Stuluk Industries has been able to gain a foothold in various places.

also.

Both races have an extraordinary obsession with astral travel.

It's just that Qieyun'aling loves freedom. Although they are only the size of a palm, they use their courage to venture into the darkest places of the universe and explore all unknown areas.

The Necron's astral travel is just a colonial method implemented to continue their hegemony.

despite this.

In Matthew's opinion, these two spirit races are still inextricably linked.

"Perhaps after deciphering more knowledge left behind by Giza, we may be able to discover more similarities between the two, and we may also take the opportunity to find more flaws in the Necron..."

Between thoughts.

Matthew suddenly felt that the guild badge in his hand was hot!

"Connected!"

Bub popped a small head out of the crucible in Matthew's arms:

"Quick, quick, quick!"

No need for him to remind.

Matthew's mental power has already focused on the badge.

Soon.

He noticed that there was a temporary communication channel in the module under the chat room!

Without waiting for Matthew to "type" to ask.

Rhaegar's voice has already sounded in the depths of his soul:

"Is it you, Matthew?"

His voice was a little trembling, with restrained desire and expectation.

Matthew forced himself to calm down and replied calmly in his heart:

"It's me."

"I'm not far from you, I will rescue you."

"Listen, Rega, I asked someone to make a communication device, so I can have a brief conversation with you, but I'm not sure how long this device will be effective. I need you to provide me with information about your situation as quickly as possible. Can you do it?"

Rega's voice sounded quite steady:

"I was locked in a dark little room. Most of the time, it's pitch dark here."

"Only when I was interrogated, I could barely see a little light, but the interrogation usually didn't last long, and they asked me some meaningless questions, I suspect they don't care about the problem itself, they just want to see if I'm dead or alive, and verify if there's anything wrong with my mind. "

"These damn devils!"

"I often feel confused. Because of lack of energy, I sleep most of the time. They seem to have drained my energy. I have to take a break to say a few words now, otherwise I will feel a little strenuous..."

"I feel cold a lot of the time. There is no bed or other furniture in this room. There are only cold walls and floors. I haven't eaten for a long time, but I don't know why I can survive until now..."

"Speaking of which, am I dead, Matthew?"

When asked the last sentence.

Matthew obviously noticed the change in Rega's mood.

He answered calmly:

"Calm down."

"The Sioux have a saying that the disaster will last for a thousand years. People like you are not so easy to die."

Rega's voice was obviously relaxed:

"I can understand that this is not a good thing!"

"But, thank you, Matthew, thank you for coming to save me..."

Matthew's nose was slightly sour.

But he still methodically asked Rega questions related to his own situation according to the progress.

Unfortunately.

Rega's soul was in a dormant state most of the time.

The information Matthew could obtain was very limited.

"I feel very sleepy, Matthew."

"Before I was awakened by you, I had a long sleep. Those damn demons must have stolen my energy. I am in a terrible state now. My mind is a little muddled. I have to sleep first before I can reply to you more messages..."

Rega's voice sounded extremely tired.

Matthew's heart skipped a beat.

Bubu popped out of the crucible again.

The attitude of the little spirit was a little anxious:

"His soul has been sealed for too long and has not been replenished by spiritual energy. It is already very weak."

"Because we forcibly awakened the other party, his spiritual energy has dissipated more severely."

"Now his spiritual imprint is disintegrating. You can't let him sleep. You must cheer him up and keep his spirits, otherwise his soul will be greatly damaged!"

Matthew certainly understood this truth.

He immediately asked:

"Can you send some spiritual power over?"

Bubu hesitated:

"Yes."

"But it must be extremely pure spiritual power. We can't find it for a while..."

He was stuck in his tracks.

Because Matthew had already taken out the Lost Lantern and placed it in front of Bubu:

"The purest spiritual power, as much as you want."

Bubu looked at Matthew in awe, then shrank his head:

"Okay, I understand, I will send a small amount of spiritual power over as soon as possible in a covert way."

"The premise is that you have to hold on for a few minutes and don't let his spiritual imprint collapse too much."

Matthew nodded.

His eyes rolled, and he immediately replied to Rhaegar:

"Wait, I must confirm your identity before you go to sleep - what if you are the devil in disguise?"

"If I take action in this situation, wouldn't I fall into a trap?"

Rhaegar's voice changed from tired to confused:

"Huh?"

"Isn't confirming identity the first step?"

"I thought we could skip this step, or forget it, Matthew, I'm really sleepy..."

Matthew continued to talk nonsense with a blank face:

"I forgot."

"This step is critical. If I can't successfully verify that you are the real Rhaegar, I won't save you."

"Not now, I'm afraid there will be no chance in the future."

Hearing this,

Rega shuddered, his tone somewhat aggrieved:

"How do you want me to prove that I am myself?"

Matthew glanced at Bubu, who was firing on all cylinders in the crucible, and deliberately slowed down his speech:

"Answer me a few questions."

Rega urged:

"Hurry up."

Matthew said slowly:

"How much do I owe you?"

Rega was obviously stunned for a moment, and after a few seconds, he said unhappily:

"How do you remember this?"

"I never remember the money I lend to others!"

"You can't rule out that I'm not the real person just because of this?"

Matthew felt funny in his heart, but he was still very indifferent:

"It's hard to say, anyway, you didn't answer it, so next question."

"Which sword oil do you think is the most useful?"

Rega answered immediately:

"Dragon Root Sword Oil."

"There is no doubt about it."

Matthew asked again:

"Do you have an illegitimate child outside?"

Rega hesitated:

"Probably not."

Now it was Matthew's turn to be surprised:

"Probably?"

Rega replied:

"You know, I have some lovers, but I am very careful when I do things."

"But nothing is absolute in the world, at least not as far as I know."

Talking here.

Matthew could clearly feel that Rega's voice became more energetic.

Bubu also made a victory gesture to him.

The first wave of high-purity spirituality has been sent over.

This can greatly alleviate Rega's urgent need, but it also greatly increases the risk of being discovered by Gracia.

"Okay, I can almost confirm that you are Rega himself."

"Stay awake, I will rescue you soon."

Before ending the communication.

Matthew decided to stimulate Rega a little more to prevent his mental imprint from accidentally collapsing:

"By the way, Xifu is pregnant, and the child has been born. His name is Xia Ye, and his surname is Xueqi for the time being..."

However, the expected rage did not appear.

Rega actually asked hesitantly:

"So, is the child yours?"

This time it was Matthew's turn to have veins on his forehead——

What does this guy mean?

But the next second.

Rega's slightly mischievous laughter came over:

"Don't frown, I'm just joking with you, and by the way, it's also to further confirm my identity, right?"

Matthew responded helplessly:

"When it comes to ridicule and provocation, you are really gifted."

"But I feel relieved when you do this, just stay here."

Rega said again:

"Wait."

"I just became more energetic and don't want to sleep for the time being, and I also remembered three pieces of information that may be useful."

"The first piece of information is that outside my room, I can occasionally see large pieces of red silk fabrics, and those silk fabrics give me a strong sense of oppression."

"The style of those silk fabrics is very similar to the items of the East Continent, and I can't see anything else."

"The second piece of information, there seem to be many rooms near me, and those rooms are also closed There were many people being held, some of them were wailing, and some were silent. "

"I don't know why, but my perception is much stronger than before, so I can sense a lot of special things."

"In a room not far from me, the prisoner was there before I came in. He didn't make any sound, but his aura was extremely terrifying, far more pressure than the legendary strong man gave me."

"He and I had an accidental communication, and nothing else was said. I just knew his name, which seemed to be Kalimto."

"He is not a human, but a powerful bronze dragon..."

"There is also a third piece of news, which I heard in my dream. There is a guy who calls himself Anderson. He said he would hide somewhere to guard against someone."

"My intuition tells me that this matter may be related to you!"

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