Creator's Steam Fairy

"Hey hey hey! This is not a joke!" Forrest struggled hard and shouted at Rodriguez: "Help me!"

The heavy whistling sound ended with the noise of steel hitting the ground. Forrest felt a chill in his head. He suddenly remembered that there was still a moment of consciousness after the head left the body... This moment is a bit long, knife and axe The sound is endless.When he realized that those sheep-headed monsters let him go, he was a little dazed for a moment—are you really kidding him?

But why is the scalp a little cold?

When he touched his head with his hands, he felt that it was so smooth that he couldn't even touch a single stubble.

After meeting a talking cat, he was shaved with a beheading ax by a herd of sheep?

This world is poisonous.

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When Loria, who was hiding in the kitchen, saw the thief being spanked naked, she blinked several times in a row, then silently took out a silver coin from the small purse, and put it on the table where the cheese was originally placed superior.

These magical creations were born due to her desire and magic power, but their actions are not restricted by her... If she is really beaten, then all witnesses have to be killed for the sake of her own image.

And when she 'seeed' her assistant, Mr. Hairspray, shaved bald by the sheep-headed priests, she couldn't stop giggling and trembling with laughter. It couldn't be more appropriate.

As for why the priest with the head of a sheep?The appearance of the creation is not up to her to decide, but it is the reflection of her heart, such an ironic image—she may have the potential to become a satirical poet.

Just after laughing, she was shocked that the mind image could create magical creatures with partial self-will. Those sheep-headed priests scattered all over the town even possessed the ability to approximate divine magic—it was easy to judge that they were hiding among the crowd of evil.

written request for leave

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Recently, there are some urgent matters at home, and because of the very busy work, I have to apologize to all readers in the middle of the night, and I need to take a leave of absence for a while.

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It's probably about to be solved temporarily, and it will become fat in a few days.

Chapter 155 Ash of Calamity

Just as Luria was breaking the cheese and planning to continue watching the play, the ubiquitous 'eyes' transmitted scenes from other places.

She couldn't help frowning.

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Just in theory, Britannian law prohibits citizens from holding guns without reason. Although this law is extremely strict in Londinium, the illegal possession of revolver guns in various counties outside of the Queen's gaze is also common. It still exists widely, and in remote rural places like Bihu Town, there are even old-fashioned front-loading rifles... Anyway, they are not accurate, and they are not even as good as swords for crimes, and they can only be used for hunting at most. There has never been a large-scale cleanup of these illegal firearms in various places.

But after bursts of gunpowder smoke, those sheep-headed priests holding chains fell to the ground in panic, while the group of people opposing them were filling the rear of their rifles with bullets without fear.

This is clearly a new type of breech-loading rifle that is forbidden to be owned by anyone except the army.

It is more accurate and has a good range. A madman can easily threaten the safety of important personnel with it.

And who, and for what purpose, would arm a crowd with a new rifle in a remote place?

If this scene is seen by the garrison of the county mansion, it may immediately cause a devastating blow... This is not something that Luria needs to worry about. She grabbed a tablecloth and draped it over her body to cover her furry ears Yu Zong's dishonest tail crept out of the hiding place. Judging from what she 'saw' around the town, the scarlet mist that made people crazy has been dispelled by her magic. Now everything around All shrouded in her unprecedented large-scale magic.

Perhaps because of her desire not to hurt the innocent, unrelated people hardly appear on the street.

It is necessary to clean up the surroundings as soon as possible to solve the source of the problem-under the cover of the mental image, the source of the abnormality that could not be accurately perceived before is now clearly visible.

After another burst of gunfire resounded through the town in the middle of the night, the sheep-headed monsters who were seriously wounded and fell to the ground dissipated into a puff of blue smoke, and the false entities derived from magic power returned to nothing. The sheep-headed knight with the sword turned into magic power and returned to the caster after a failed charge.

At a distance so far that they could barely see each other clearly, Loria, who was poking her head out from under the tablecloth to observe, was a little surprised. The magic power that was used was returned?If you add her magical power that is gradually recovering slowly in proportion... the recovery is not fast, but now her magic power is many, many times a thousand times—within the scope of the mental image, she is basically invincible, right?

It's time to beat up Sasha.

Although we get along pretty well now and won't be beaten by her anymore, it's based on Miss Loria's acting like a spoiled child against her heart!

She is a majestic oracle priest, how can the little pink hair who is favored by the gods grovel and act coquettishly for the sake of living!

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Since the birth of living things, they have struggled to survive in harsh environments all the time.

The vicissitudes of life, climate change, sudden disasters, and even the love and hatred of human beings can easily destroy countless struggling species. Among them, those that adapt to human beings and the environment can survive and even grow in population.

Wheat was originally just an inconspicuous weed. After being domesticated or domesticated by humans, it is now all over the world... and so are many livestock that are close to humans.

This is how all living things survive and reproduce.

The mayor of a remote town is just an idle job, but there is not much practice to show his status. Boers Jr. is still immersed in his exploration of the world all day long.After several inspections of the wilderness and wasteland, he gradually put forward a new theory - the disasters that have ravaged the world since the New Calendar are just a part of environmental changes, and humans may fight against it with flames and weapons It is simply the behavior of giving up the root and chasing the end.

Survival of the fittest, human beings are also animals, so they should adapt to the environment... But this time, with the advancement of science, people no longer need to pay a lot of risks of death, injury or even extinction to passively adapt.

He stared at the small, dark and opaque particles in his hand. This is the remains of the ash of disaster. No matter what method is used to eliminate disaster, there will always be some debris left behind. If it is left on the wilderness, there will always be debris around it. Not a single blade of grass grows, and since countries have issued rewards, people are happy to collect these scraps in exchange for rewards.

It’s just that these wreckages have not been found for any purpose so far. They can’t be used for industrial production, and throwing them around will cause ecological deterioration. It is really difficult to dispose of harmful waste.

The poison of calamity can kill almost any plant or animal in a short period of time, but these debris seem to only act on the soil slowly, but do little damage to the animals... Little Boers speculates that it is because it contains extremely Weak scourge toxin?

He opposes the current strategies of various countries to deal with disasters. In his opinion, it is no different from the war in the age of ignorance. Although it seems that a lot of results have been achieved, especially in Britannia, the existence of the wilderness is almost wiped out... But those Are the monsters hiding in the ground really that easy to deal with, and what about the depths of the ocean that humans cannot reach?

If... if food, livestock and people are all adapted to the disaster environment and complete a new evolution, then...

Only then can the threat of disaster be truly resolved!

He bought a flock of sheep, hired people to breed and graze them, and selected sheep or other livestock of different ages and breeds from them, and conducted experiments with the ashes of disasters obtained from abnormal channels, recorded variables, and observed experimental animals status.

As he guessed, a small amount of Ash of Calamity seems to be unable to cause any harm to animals, but after increasing the dose or even mixing it with grass for the animals to eat directly... In some cases, they will lose their vitality, their skin will fester, and in severe cases, they will die.

Find the dose that stimulates the animals to adapt without killing them.

Gradually, he also explored the dosage that just makes the sheep sleepy and weak, but without any obvious symptoms, and applied it to cows, dogs, and mice according to their body weight. How many generations can complete this man-made evolution to adapt to disasters?

What about humans?

At the same time, he was also conducting experiments on plants. If the toxin was too weak for animals, it would be too strong for plants. He soaked the ashes of the disaster in clean water, and then used the clean water to water the plants.

A clump of primroses, with yellowed leaves and rotten roots, survived and tended to recover.

Although there was no response to the letter sent to the Royal Society, he had no intention of stopping. He didn't care about his reputation, otherwise he would not have pursued his tutor and later stepmother inhumanely.

He only wants to use his own efforts to change the world.

Chapter 156 The Mad Rabbit and the Primrose

Chapter 156

Ordinary people should at least show some surprise when they see a monster with a sheep's head and a human body, even if they don't panic?

What surprised Luria was that in the picture she 'saw' through magic, the group of people holding military rifles had no expression on their faces, and even their movements were a little stiff, even the sheep-headed swordsman The charge took two of them away, and they didn't panic at all, and they didn't take half a step back.

The walking dead?

She tilted her head and sniffed her surroundings. There was no rotten smell in the air. After her magic dispelled the weird illusion, there was even a fresh scent, and she could no longer smell the smell of sheep dung.

Although Miss Priest lacks actual combat experience, she is rich in the most comprehensive weird theories in the world.

The Great Sept's collection of books spanning millennia and the teachings of those compatriots who have lived through the ages are not simple things.

Even if she has never seen Pig Run, she has heard countless stories about it.

After a little speculation, most of them know that these people are still alive, but they are just controlled by something, right?

innocent or guilty?The blue eyes, hidden under the tattered tablecloth, were uncertain.

Everything is judged by its own image.

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The blood paves the streets soaked in drizzle, becoming slippery and sticky. There are crisp and even sharp notes, echoing in the severe cold wind approaching winter, intermittently, and gradually pieced together into a complete song.

Piano Sonata in A major, third movement.

Suleiman Wind Rondo.

The originally lively and brisk rhythm looked desolate and dilapidated under the performance of unknown instruments, and the too sharp treble destroyed the beauty of it. As the music approached, the dim street lights illuminated a tall figure.

He was wearing a three-piece suit, a red bow tie, a top hat, and shiny black leather shoes. He accompanied the hand-cranked music box with a broken corner, and used the sound of footsteps as an accompaniment.

He was answered by a row of raised muzzles.

"Why should you be serious with me? I am different from you, but a hypocritical thing with no tomorrow."

Sighing faintly, he was not afraid of the many black muzzles pointing at him, he still walked slowly according to his own rhythm, took off his hat and hugged it in front of his chest to salute, saying: "Please come with me, you and I can't beat you." It’s a poor marionette, so why fight here? Just let the superior watch a ridiculous comedy.”

The dim kerosene lamp illuminates his unusual appearance—scarlet eyes, hairy face and a pair of tall, long ears.

A pink-haired loli with a torn tablecloth hiding in a dark corner shook her ears, frowned her pretty brows, and swept her tail restlessly, wondering if she was pushing too hard... This is the first time I really don't have much experience in actually using mental imagery, so would it be better to create a large amount of enough cannon fodder?

Although she vaguely remembered that the rabbit didn't cost her much magic power.

But this guy looks so weak, but he talks a lot of nonsense.

Sure enough, what responded to the tall rabbit was a burst of explosions. A bullet hit his body, flipping him to the ground, splashing muddy water and soaking the exquisitely crafted formal suit, and the hand-cranked music box with a broken corner now has an extra Bullet holes, presumably completely broken.

Is it gone after reading two lines?When Fenmao, who was watching secretly on tiptoe, was about to wave his hands and order the evil spirits to deal with those enemies, the formal rabbit stood up like a normal rabbit, sighed and said: "Tragedy is the only theme of eternity, and we are just That sad teardrop called comedy."

He patted the mud on his sleeves, walked towards the gunmen as usual, took out a handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped the dirt on his body uselessly, and said without asking for a response: "Any gratifying Change won't really happen, but at least laugh, at least revel in a false smirk."

Rabbit laughed loudly, and what he responded was reloading and another round of salvo. These people didn't even have the slightest emotion, they just mechanically repeated the action of attacking.

This time he was knocked down to the ground like a ball of rags, and he was probably shot many times at a very close distance, white cotton wool flew up, and the rabbit grabbed a charred strand of it distressedly, and stuffed it into his chest.

When he got up again, the whole rabbit seemed to be half head short. He shook the handkerchief in his hand, revealing a small sterling silver letter opener, and shouted with scarlet eyes, "Forgive me!"

No longer in the orderly and leisurely way before, he leaped forward and rushed towards a person, almost knocking that person down at the same time frantically stabbing the letter opener into his chest and neck back and forth, and then jumped to the side of another person.

The third round of gunfire never came. The blood-colored fountain stained the white fur on the rabbit's body, and the large ball of cotton exposed from his torn stomach also turned scarlet. Now it looks like real internal organs. .

When the blood-stained hairy face approached Miss Loria, who was on her toes, covering her eyes and peeking between her fingers, the pink hair smiled awkwardly, shrunk her head and stopped muttering, "My magic must have gone wrong." up'.

The red rabbit saluted her in a pompous gesture, then pushed the holed top hat back on his head, and left with a sigh.

"Huh?" Loria tilted her head and listened, "You said that bathing in the blood of the enemy is the highest sacrifice to God?"

Loria rolled her eyes at the shadow under her feet, wondering how this evil spirit could empathize with the mad rabbit, and kept nagging in her ear in an envious tone.

That's right, it must be the evil spirit's fault. Her little pink-haired creation should have been the embodiment of cuteness, beauty and wisdom.

They should have long pale golden hair, blue eyes, wear white smocks and shoes and socks, have divine white wings on their backs, behave elegantly, be intelligent and powerful.

Right?

Yes!

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Neither the pastures that can be seen everywhere, nor the unknown weeds with tenacious vitality, nor the thorns known for their tenacity failed to persist, but the clump of primroses that can be seen everywhere not only survived, but after a few months, they spread. Come, colorful flowers are blooming, as if they have never been harmed by the poison of disaster, and they show their incomparably strong vitality.

Little Boers hired several gardeners, and they spent a lot of time breeding and selecting seedlings. The clusters of primroses were passed down from generation to generation, and most of them were still unable to withstand the water soaked in the ashes of disasters, but some of them were older than the previous generations. I got used to it more.

The best one among them was carefully transplanted into a flower pot by Little Boers, and he named it after his unborn daughter.

laxana.

Before he had time to take the flower seeds to the wilderness for field experiments, the animal experiments that kept failing all the time produced abnormal changes.

Those animal carcasses that were poisoned to death would usually be burned, but recently they were hastily thrown into the garbage dump because of a worker's laziness.

There are maggots born from it.

Chapter 157 The Mad Rabbit and the Primrose

On nights after the winter rain, there was a mad rabbit haunting the town, it was covered in blood, and it was always muttering crazy words.

Arrogance invites disaster.

The Rabbit will use well water to clean up the stains on his body, but the well water can't wash away the blood on his body no matter what, and he will mutter a few crazy words.

I am as ignorant as I am, please forgive me.

Then, it will stare at the bad boy's toys and bedding, and take cotton from them to fill the holes on his body. If he can't find cotton, you can give him wool, and the mad rabbit will thank you.

Beware of maggots, they are born from the rotten flesh, they are born dirty, they spread sin and disease, and they will eventually eat your flesh and blood.

Beware of maggots, they are the only enemy of civilization.

Finally, the Rabbit will break into the tailor shop, throw away its tattered clothes, and exchange a few worthless flower seeds in its pocket for a well-fitting suit.

If it advises, you must put down your weapon and turn around and go home, otherwise the mad rabbit will start all over again.

I don't know when it started, stories about this crazy demon have been circulating in the town, but since the fire and shelling that night, no one in the town dared to say that they had really seen it.