After passing the downward steps, here is an independent underground factory, not huge, but it is complete with all the internal organs.

The roar of the steam engine echoed in my ears, and some workers were shoveling coal into the blast furnace. The thick fog from the burning ash was sent out of the building by the pipes. The ceiling was running through the steel frames, and the jingling sounds were endless.

"Miss Helsing."

An old man came over from the side. He was wearing a gray striped shirt and dark gray overalls on his lower body. A thick waist wrapped around most of his body, and the pocket on his surface was filled with tools. But the most eye-catching thing was the monocular glasses on his face, which were like watchmakers, and the edges were clamped together by various precision gears, and the light of the factory reflected on the lenses.

"Mr. Gaman, this is a new member."

The trick of hard-to-get just now failed, which made the temperature around Quinn cooler again. The old man glanced at Turing and used the sophisticated glasses. Then he pulled off his work gloves and reached out to Turing:

"Hello. You must be the newcomer brought back by Miss Helsing..."

"I didn't bring it back, he just happened to encounter it with our team."

"Hehe... no matter what, I'm glad to see you, Mr. Gray Fox. I'm Norton Gaman." Norton glanced at Quinn with a meaningful look.

"I'm also honored to see you." Turing responded politely, frowning inadvertently.

After entering this underground factory, he felt the strange elements in the air become richer. He could feel his pores shrinking and a subtle repulsion reaction appeared on his body.

Like some kind of...radioactive element.

"Mr. Gray Fox?" Turing's distracted mind was seen by Norton Gaman.

"I feel a little uncomfortable."

Quinn and Norton looked at each other, and the latter nodded slightly:

"If you feel uncomfortable...then this is a normal reaction. Dizziness, nausea, vomiting, or even illness. In this world, you have to pay the price to have strength, and that's the price to be a witch hunter."

Norton led the two into the factory, walked through two tall furnaces, and introduced the factory to Turing:

"I think you must be wondering why there is a factory here. In fact, this is a place to build weapons and equipment for the Manghui. At the same time, it is also responsible for heating some steam engines that are not suitable for being seen by the Vampire. But more importantly, what is behind the factory..."

The group came to the door of the thick room at the innermost end of the factory. As the heavy chain of the steam engine rolled, a dark room was lit up by a dark yellow steam light:

“Welcome to the Hunter Workshop.”

[You have discovered new knowledge.]

What caught my eye was a large room of more than 100 square meters, decorated with various steam engine equipment. The most eye-catching thing was a huge cylindrical machine.

Its surface is covered with complex silver patterns, filled with the mottled times. The industrial plate widths move slightly as they move, and through the gaps on the surface, you can see the rolling gear group inside. A steam blacksmith platform is placed in front of it, with some silver semi-finished weapons on it.

"Is this a steam engine?"

"To be precise, this is the great product of Magic Technology, the Creator." Norton laughed and brought Turing to the giant industrial machine. "The mother silver exists here. All our Lun runes and weapons come from her, and this is the common 'mother' of everyone in the Eastern Conference. Now, put your hand in."

Norton pulled down a lever, and the entire machine deformed, opening the shell in a state that seemed extremely unstable to Turing, revealing a hole. Under the gushing steam, a striped groove slowly drilled out of it, just enough to put an arm in it.

Turing frowned immediately.

He doubted whether this steam-powered Nine-Road technology would cut his hands directly inside, because the groove was surrounded by sharply distributed gears.

"The mother silver will implant Luen silver for you, and Luen silver will blend into your body and then turn into Luen runes that belong to you alone." As if seeing Turing's hesitation, Quinn took off his gloves and showed Turing the logo on the back of his hand-

It was a black logo with a circular ring layered, like a religious tattoo printed on the back of the fair hand.

"What is your Lun rune?" Turing was curious.

“The barrier flickers.”

The next moment, Quinn's azure blue eyes lit up. She shook her arm and disappeared in front of Turing's eyes. When she appeared again, it was already the end of the room.

The Turing man was stupid.

What is the principle?

Space transfer? Quantum mechanics? Or teleportation?

"This is impossible..."

"The Rune of Lun gives us great power, and everything is possible in front of the mother silver." Norton seemed very satisfied with the shocked posture shown by Turing.

"You don't understand what I mean." Turing glanced at Norton, too lazy to explain.

In this era when civilizations are hundreds of years apart from the real world, they simply don’t understand how terrible it is to move space.

The more you know, the more you understand how difficult it is to realize the superpowers in supernatural stories. Just one rune can make people travel through space? This is a level that the power of quantum mechanics cannot reach even if it is exhausted for a lifetime.

"What are its disadvantages? What is it consumed? How far is the maximum transmission distance? Have you studied the formula ratio of distance and time consumption? Will there be material disorders?"

Norton was stunned for a moment after asking questions, and then his eyes looked at Turing a little strange:

"You... are you actually a heretic?"

Turing: "?"

"He is a surgeon." Quinn walked back, Turing's words seemed to move her. The unhappiness on her face had disappeared, and there was a flash of curiosity in her eyes.

"I can only transmit to places where I can see, and there is no barrier between them, so I cannot penetrate the wall or glass. The maximum distance is 200 feet. As for the formula ratio... I don't understand. But the further the distance, the greater the energy consumption. If I move the maximum distance, I can only do it three times in a row and I will be completely exhausted."

Speaking of this, Quinn paused:

"And the substance... is disordered... is disordered, sorry, I don't understand what this sentence means at all."

Turing fell into deep thought.

These people have never been baptized by modern science, so they attribute all this to metaphysics and superstition. However, Quinn's "blocking barriers" made him feel curious about the "Luen technology" of the witch hunter.

"If you describe this...material disorder in detail, maybe I can answer your question. In return... I will tell you my other two abilities." A blush appeared on Quinn's face, and she seemed to be very bad at asking others.

"Do you have two abilities?" Turing raised his eyebrows.

“If you tell me what ‘material disorder’ is, I will answer your question.”

"Ahem!"

Norton terminated the two's other Q&A transaction:

"Sorry, two. I think we are here today to welcome a new member?"

Turing shrugged: "Of course."

Quinn didn't speak anymore and her expression returned to calm.

"So, please, Mr. Gray Fox. Whether you are a scholar studying 'hereth' or a surgeon, I believe that after seeing Miss Quinn's Rune of Lun, you should have enough longing for it. No one does not yearn for such a power. Of course... this process may be a little painful."

Although he had too many questions about the Rune Lun, Turing didn't talk too much nonsense. He could find out the answer after experiencing it for himself. However, the air that kept stimulating him made him very alert. As the touch of the phantom limbs spread to the entire left arm, he put his hand on.

"Stand closer, she needs to bring your arms inside."

Turing did as he did, close to the mother silver.

Click!

A row of calipers suddenly bounced up on the side of the groove to jamm Turing's arm tightly, and countless gears were stuck on the side. As the steam machinery roared, his arm was sent inward by the groove.

The next moment, a surging purple light lit up inside the machine, illuminating the gear set in the gap. With the intense pain and tinnitus, Turing felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground. But a powerful palm held him:

"Stand." Quinn's voice sounded a little nervous.

But Turing ignored the people next to him because he felt a strong sense of touch that was invading his arm, and the high-risk alarms kept coming from his phantom limbs. The increasingly surging pain made him suddenly realize what these irritating elements were-

Radioactive substances!

He knew the consequences of contact with strong radioactive substances very well and immediately wanted to pull out his arm, but the pain disappeared in an instant, and the roar of the whole machine returned to calm.

It's over.

He immediately pulled out his arm, and the fragile snags could not resist his power. He immediately collapsed a bunch of small gears and calipers. Norton next to him roared and pounced on him, checking the integrity of the mother silver machine, for fear that he would break the machine.

Quinn was also a little stunned. She knew that Turing's power was different from that of ordinary people, but she didn't expect that he could destroy the machine directly.

Turing looked at the strange patterns on the back of his hand and his face was gloomy.

It was a swirling heraldry, like a pitch-black tattoo. Although it was a vortex, it did not have a sleek shape. It generally looked straight polygons, making the whole figure very sharp.

But what he cared more about was the inside of this arm.

The strong radioactive material distorted the tissue in his arm, and a tumor surged and spread between his bones and muscles on the spot!

The price of becoming a witch hunter is to become a cancer patient?

Turing didn't understand, but his sudden physical health problem made his mood index plummet, and his face turned black.

Some radioactive materials even enter directly inside the left arm.

If the phantom limb touches in the body were not distributed in large quantities into the left arm and timely check for all possible abnormalities, these substances would even flow directly to the whole body.

"What the hell is this..."

Turing made a rare silence, and immediately asked the phantom limb to remove the tumor, but a white palm with scars suddenly grabbed his wrist:

"What kind of rune is this?" Quinn puzzled.

"What kind of rune!? Mother Yin was almost broken by this kid!" Norton was in tears and pointed at Mother Yin, "Boy, why are you so strong? Ten thousand demon hunters have been born under her guidance for decades, but you are the first one to destroy her directly!"

Turing's attention returned to his eyes, and a large number of logical frames were woven in front of him. He suppressed the discomfort in his heart and did not remove the large tumor on the spot.

When it was judged that this was cancer, Turing subconsciously wanted to kill this thing. After all, the fear of cancer has dominated human beings for centuries.

But tumors are not a problem for Turing...
To be continued...