Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 193: Benefits
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Looking at the empty utensils and the mercury that started to drill out, Allen shook his head and put them away. Just let the devil praise to eat a source jade, so that the remaining source jade, I don't know whether it is enough for the materials of the two sequences.
It wasn't until the evening that Allen walked out of the workshop. The source jade has been decomposed, and as expected, apart from the materials consumed in the decomposition process, there is only enough to make a sequence. He wondered whether to check the warehouse for suitable source jade, and then exchange his military merits for it. Considering the anomaly that the Devil Praise had just shown, Allen temporarily dismissed this idea.
If the devil praising the source opens wide and accidentally eats the source jade in the warehouse, what will he pay for it?
When he returned to the lobby on the first floor of the soldiers’ dormitory, Allen saw the soldiers in a circle. There are a lot of raw faces. If these people are not wearing military uniforms, Allen almost thinks he is back on the dark street. At this time, someone in the crowd shouted: "Naz, don't be afraid of him, come on."
Alan frowned, squeezing into the crowd. There was an open space in the middle of the crowd, and Naz lowered his weight, bare-armed, and confronted another strange soldier, as if they were about to fight.
"What's going on?" Allen stepped forward and stood between the two of them.
Seeing that it was Alan, Naz was a little embarrassed at the moment, and murmured: "Head, these guys are so unreasonable, they want our dormitory and want us to move out."
Allen looked at the strange soldier confronting Naz and asked: "Who are you? Who is the chief? I didn't receive any instructions to move us out of the dormitory."
"Who are you again? Kid." The soldier sneered.
Naz pointed at him and said: "Put your mouth clean, this is our Sergeant Allen."
The soldier blew his whistle: "It turns out that all the little ghosts who have not yet grown their hair can become officers."
A group of people immediately booed, and Allen said coldly: "If I don't plan to answer the question I just asked, then I can only go to Major Kojis for advice."
"Why bother, they are just joking." A man with a grinning face came over and said, "I am Lieutenant Peter."
"Are you their chief?" Allen nodded: "Well, please take care of your subordinates. This is a dormitory, not a place to fight."
"Does the fight still score points? Sergeant."
Allen frowned: "Fights are not allowed in the base, don't you know? Lieutenant."
Peter took a look at his soldiers and said, "Is the rules so important?"
"There are no rules, only chaos, then what is the difference between us and Blade Devil." Allen said.
"I don't think there is anything wrong with the sword demon. Both are life forms on the planet. There is not much difference."
"You are a human being and an officer, so you still stand here talking. If you are a sword demon, now I have cut your head off, that's the difference." Allen shook his head and said, "Okay, Lieutenant, This topic ends here. Take care of your soldiers, Naz, and follow me."
As he left with Naz, Allen heard a strange smile behind him, he shook his head and said, "Who are these people?"
"Bian Rongjun, a group of bastards." Naz snorted and said, "I don't know what the colonel thinks, let them live in the dormitory. Some brothers were sacrificed in the previous battle, and many dorms were empty. Come out, it's cheaper for them."
It was the first time Allen heard about Bian Rongjun, and after asking carefully, he had a general idea of who they were.
In this way, the casual attitude of those people is probably understandable.
No words for a night.
The next day, Allen went to see Colonel Berry. When they walked into the office, Peric and Kejiesi had just stepped out, and Colonel Berry was standing with his back to the door, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that could see the entire base playground. Without looking back, he said: "I have stayed at this base for almost five years. If it falls into the hands of the sword demon, the first person who will not forgive is myself. Fortunately, none of this has happened. Come on, talk about it. Your plan."
Prior to this, Allen had submitted a feasibility report on re-launching the entire army's magic weapon promotion plan to Colonel Bailey, and he had already seen Kudla's project archive. At that time, what Kudla wanted to popularize was a "fire missile" sequence, which was able to use the source force to excite fire-attributed missiles with explosion and splash effects. Kudla intends to change this sequence of energy guiding pivots and reduce energy consumption to be common to the military.
After reducing the energy consumption, the missile will no longer have the splash effect, but it still retains the destructive power of instantaneous heat and explosion. One or two rounds may not be very useful, but more than a hundred rounds can be used to focus a fire attack, and the lethality per unit time is enough to seriously injure the powerhouse of the Awakened level.
This is the so-called quantitative change leading to qualitative change.
After all, a master at the level of the Awakener is already the backbone of any camp, and it is not easy to cultivate each one. However, ordinary source powers, even if their talents are limited and cannot ignite the fire, they can still use drugs to produce fifth and sixth level source powers. Of course, this method is not humane and will cause harm to the user's body. Compared with cultivating the awakened, it is much easier.
At that time, the Kudla project was forced to terminate because his own technology was limited, and he was on Pluto and could not get additional technical support. After repeated trials to no avail, unable to bypass established theories and deep-rooted formulas, it was finally reluctant to stop. Allen did not have this problem. His sequence knowledge was taught by Hughton, and Hughton's course was completely unsystematic, and he only taught basic theories and formulas. Others are purely played and deduced by Allen himself. Of course, this kind of guidance cannot be popularized. It is not Allen's memorable super memory, who can adapt to Hughton's teaching method.
Because of this, Allen is not affected by too many so-called conventions, and is often able to solve technical problems in a cardinal way.
After receiving some of Kudla's design sketches, he soon found that Kudla was stuck in mental inertia, so that he could not get out of the formulas and frameworks that have been used for many years. Allen directly broke that framework, first assumed the user's source power level, and then determined the source point arrangement, and then reversed the evolution, and finally decided the design of the energy guiding pivot array.
However, the plan is there, but actual data is needed for debugging. After all, as an ordinary magic weapon, Allen needs to master a lot of experimental data to be able to determine the final sequence plan. Here, the most difficult point to overcome is the balance between source power output and destructive power. Only by finding this balance point can the sequence's maximum cost performance be played out.
In fact, the popularization of magic weapons is nothing new. As early as the era of Monroe, the father of Mowu, someone put forward such a concept. It was a pity that it could not be realized due to limited technology and resources. Later, when such conditions were met, the Mowu production factory and sequence design talents had been controlled by several large families. What the federal government can control is only a part of it.
For the sake of interest, no factory is willing to do so even if it can achieve the conditions for universal military use. Because of the consequences of doing so, the balance of the entire chain of interests will be broken. Even the federal government has not implemented this reform because of the checks and balances of many relations.
Now, Allen re-presented Kudla's unfinished project, and Bailey listened to his report with an attitude of listening. Unexpectedly, the plans and data listed by Allen showed that this project is expected to be realized, but Bailey hesitated. After all, if Allen completes this project, he doesn't know how many people's interests will be shaken. In the long run, it will even have an immeasurable impact.
Fortunately, Allen currently only stays in theory, and it will take a long time before it is realized and put into actual combat. This gives Bailey the opportunity to consider. At least, he can report it to Windsor Bello, and it's up to Marshal Greed Wolf to decide.
"Colonel..." Seeing Bailey distracted, Allen called.
Berry nodded, indicating that he was listening.
Allen said sternly: "I need some volunteers to participate in the data collection, at least about a hundred people, to be able to deduce the parameters I need."
"Hundreds of people?" Bailey frowned, "That's not a small number, not to mention recently... No, there is."
"Let's go ahead. In the afternoon, I will send people to you."
Allen said cheerfully: "Thank you for your support, Colonel."
He saluted and left, and Bailey smiled and said, "But it's hard to tell if they will cooperate."
The candidates for the colonel are the guys from Bian Rongjun. They are idle and idle, so if they were to be the test subjects for Allen. It's just that Bian Rongjun's military discipline is loose, and whether they can cooperate with Allen is indeed the last one. Berry did not deliberately embarrassed Allen, but now the regular army in the base has a task, how can it draw a hundred people to collect data for Allen.
After making up his mind, Bailey turned on a light screen in front of his desk and asked to talk to Windsor Bellow. The call was approved after 10 minutes, and after a few seconds of connection, the figure of Windsor Bello appeared on the screen. The marshal seemed to have just stepped down from the battlefield, a little tired, and threw herself on the leather chair. Putting his chin on his hand, he tilted his head and looked at Bailey and said: "I'm very busy, please say something quickly, Colonel."
"Sorry to interrupt, it's about your student."
"Ellen? What's wrong, isn't something wrong?" Windsor Bello asked a little nervously.
Berry shook his head and smiled: "That's not true, but Sergeant Allen just proposed a plan to me."
"What plan?"
"The project proposed by Mr. Kudla before, Sergeant Allen felt that it was completely possible. The report he submitted indeed pointed out this point, but I don’t know whether Sergeant should continue to do it. Go on. Just like Mr. Kudla back then, the project was forced to stop because of the interests of some people." Colonel Bailey said cautiously.
Windsor Bellow’s pupils gleamed like gold, and she gladly said: “Don’t think about it, let Allen go and do it. Of course, this project needs to be kept secret. And let him give me a copy of the final result. The detailed report must include a complete design plan and production process. Now we are cooperating with Beskod to develop Mowu, such equipment can be produced by Beskod, and then limited to our Sirius internal use. As a result, it will greatly enhance the combat effectiveness of our army and avoid conflicts of interest in the business of Mowu."
"Unless, someone is too impatient to want me to do it right." Windsor Bello said with a sneer, reaching out and shaking his hands.
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