Hemother fever.

Alchemists call this symptoms so.

The chain reaction caused by the precipitation of a large number of hell and the essence of the abyss in the body is the alchemy poison that penetrates into the body bit by bit during years and years of contact with miracles and disasters.

Overly huge miracles and disasters rely on them. Once the restless period enters the period, the source substance will quickly split, interfere with the body, and produce terrifying high fever.

This is from the love of molten fire.

The sick alchemist will be proud of it.

If you have not moved forward too deeply on this path, if you cannot forge the purest miracles and disasters, you will definitely not have such profound karma.

This is not a symptom that cannot be suppressed and relieved.

This is especially true for Galandon.

The timing was wrong, in such an awkward joint.

Neither blood can be exchanged nor cooled in a silver cellar. In the environment on the surface of the moon, Galandon can only try his best to restrain the high heat in his body through dialysis and disperse the high heat at the fastest speed, and then inject the potion to freeze and cool this high heat in a physical way.

When the old man stood up from the melted seat half an hour later, there was no longer any scorching breath on his body.

Instead, it exudes a biting cold.

His eyes turned into frozen pure white.

When the door was pushed open, the quarrels of alchemists in the lounge finally calmed down.

Literally, quiet in the cold.

The chill is so cold.

Among the anxious alchemist, someone said, "Master, we must set off immediately and drag it on, but we don't know what will happen."

Galandon held his cane and walked slowly forward, just said calmly: "There are still people who haven't arrived."

“Aren’t everyone here anymore?”

A red-haired alchemist stood up and retorted: "When exactly do we have to delay? Just to wait for a late person?"

Ragna Sevalderson, an alchemist at the Roman Workshop [Silver Monument].

This bearded middle-aged man has a literal red hair, bright red like fire, with a trace of scarlet red in his hair.

What is even more interesting is his one-eyed eye.

After losing his left eye, his right eye became weird and scary, with his pupils wandering in his eyes in irregularities, cold and indifferent.

Everything reveals its true appearance under the reflection of that eye pupil.

Including the great master Garland in front of him.

In his eyes, the old man was like a solemn skeleton bathed in lava, wearing a triple crown on his head and holding a spiral scepter with three crosses, majestic and hideous.

That is exactly what Garland's true posture, the miracle and disaster of creation itself, after abandoning the appearance of weakness.

——The Eye of True Vision.

This is a technique unique to the Nordic genealogy. It imitates the ritual of Odin, the once omniscient god, and hangs upside down in hell for seven days and nights, offering one eye and all of his vision to the abyss, and obtains alienated perception.

This is also a secret ritual in alchemy, but sacrifice will not always be rewarded, and very few can succeed.

It was also his daring to question the capital of the Grandmaster.

He is not far from that boundary...

"It's not time to go, Ragna." Garland glanced at him calmly: "It's my duty to send every invited alchemist to Helios."

"A executioner of an astronomical society? The hero of Danbo? Ha, what achievements did he have in alchemy!" Ragna sneered: "If there is a brainless thug, isn't there enough here!"

"Ragner, pay attention to your words!"

A hoarse sound rang, like a piece of iron rubbing, so sharp that it hurts people's eardrums.

In front of the corner window, the burly man with a long staff turned around. He was not dressed like other alchemists here, but wearing a vicissitudes of leather jacket and jeans, with a hunting knife around his waist.

A cold light burst out from his eyes, and a murderous intent emerged.

He warned word by word: "Man's patience is limited."

It was Valeri Ugarov, a master of metallography in the Russian Federation who had already made enemies with Ragna ten years ago.

Ragner grinned, about to retort, but Galandon suddenly took a step forward and his pale eyes looked at him, and the cold meaning made his smile stiff for a moment.

Immediately, a gloating laughter rang out from the crowd.

“—He can’t come anymore!”

It's Rachel.

The alchemist holding the silver mirror in his hand grinned and mocked indifferently: "The guy who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth is simply seeking death!"

Under the snooping of the silver mirror, the source material fluctuations hundreds of kilometers away came projected, and the violent changes made everyone present feel frightened.

I don’t know how fierce the fight will create such an aftermath.

Next to it, the young man smoking a cigar frowned slightly but didn't say anything.

But then, his movements stopped and his face suddenly changed. His whole body slid down from the sofa like oil, almost turning into a afterimage, and instantly appeared behind Galandon.

Everyone was instantly alert: "Izzy, what the hell are you doing!"

But before they could react, Galandon's cane suddenly fell to the ground, and in the low voice, a complex alchemy secret appeared from the cane.

A brilliant glow emerged from the cane, illuminating everyone's pupils.

That is the most well-known and well-known achievement in alchemy - turning stones into gold!

In an instant, the bright gold spread, almost covering the entire lounge.

What is faster than it is the explosion of fire.

It's a once-in-a-century accident—

A small omission from the water circulation system led to water seepage, and the cable rubber was cracked at low temperature, causing a short circuit under the interference of moisture. Under a number of chain reactions, an open flame appeared in the vehicle maintenance room.

A mechanic who is adding fuel is ignited.

In the end, it triggered an explosion that swept through most of the bases!

The terrifying air pressure and temperature instantly spread out from outside the lounge, destroying the walls and pouring into the room. Even the changing gold could not completely intercept the speeding fragments.

But with the opportunity that Galandon fought for, all the alchemists activated the border relics that saved their lives, and the glory, flying metal or cold liquid flowed over, blocking the high temperature impact that was the first to be affected.

But the loud explosion and the whine of the broken cabin were mixed in one place. In an instant, the outermost cabin of the lounge was torn to pieces, and the vacuum was endlessly pumping out thin air, forming a storm, pulling everyone out of the outdoors with the flames.

Terrible low temperatures, suffocation and even changes in air pressure came.

Several alchemists rolled on the ground, and before they could get up, they lay in the moon dust, vomiting blood with difficulty.

"The sun is the father, the moon is the mother, it is nurtured by the wind, and it is maintained by the earth-"

A low chant sounded from the rapid and thin air, followed by symbols of the four elements emerging and intertwined.

On the surface of the moon, under the reflection of the sun, the blowing of the strong wind and the dancing of the moon dust, the alchemy was completed in an instant, from Galandon's hands.

The invisible protection spread from his feet, instantly covering most of the burning and explosion research base, bringing them a wisp of precious oxygen and protection.

Deliver and bless.

Until now, there are still people who have not realized what they have encountered.

Everyone was in a mess, only Izzy, who was the most sensitive, was unharmed, and even had a cigar on his mouth.

After taking pictures of the eggplant ash that fell on the collar, he showed a look of fear.

Some have already coughed up blood under the drastic changes in air pressure and even lost consciousness. Because the moon's work is full of dangers, similar prevention and remedial systems are quite complete.

Soon, under the organization of the base researchers, the search and rescue team began to quickly search for survivors. Several unconscious alchemists were sent to a temporary transformation of the operation vehicle for surgery.

The rest of the people also changed into space suits, and except for the Grandmaster, they were all wrapped in heavy protection.

Even so, accidents continue to appear unexpectedly.

There was a hole in Ragna's spacesuit, and Valery's spacesuit was impacted in the explosion, and it was released with pure oxygen.

If you haven't carefully checked it, you will not be able to find it at all.

The webmaster, who looked like a mortal face, repeatedly assured everyone that he had already checked. He led the team for the routine security check yesterday, and there was no problem at all.

Except for the irritable Ragner who was still scolding him, the others' expressions suddenly became gloomy.

There is no doubt that this is a curse.

The curse of disaster...

Curse against all alchemists present.

"Sorry, I can't stand it anymore, I quit." A younger alchemist took a few steps back and said with a slutty face: "I will pay the price of breaking the contract, but I can't stand such an inexplicable thing happening to me."

As he said that, he took out a border relic from the material bag he carried with him. Although he was heartbroken, he still gritted his teeth and handed it over.

But Galandon did not accept it.
To be continued...