Turning light gas into pure gold is nonsense. Devil's ghost. Damn ghosts.
Relatively speaking, the magical method spread among fairies: turning sugar cubes into diamonds is too reliable - the two substances actually have similarities that are far from superficial. Yicha carefully let the vortex spread out and began to circulate along the path calculated by Yi Metz. A Metz continuously arranges vectors in front of the extension of his link, so that all subdivided particles face a specific direction.
Seeing their operation, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine out of a million alchemists would be horrified, indicating that this seriously violated the conservation laws in the sixteen dimensions, and at the same time violated the laws of conservation. The definition of "inert" also points out that it is absolutely impossible to be real pure gold. The last alchemist will hesitate before coming to a conclusion, and then this hesitation will give him enough time to see the result and commit suicide.
However, Yimeiz and Nesis were obviously not alchemists, and neither did Icha. The laws of conservation in sixteen dimensions are temporarily on the sidelines. Turn your head to the side. They take bribes from the devil to engage in a brief moment of dereliction of duty within reason.
This is fart.
There is no reasonable range at all. If there was, it would have been exceeded long ago. Within a reasonable range, he should at least add something, as a material, lead that embodies the quality element, zinc and copper that embody the morphological elements, rest stone that embodies the inner one, silver that embodies the inner two, decomposed red saltpeter, Add some living flames of the highest purity to maintain the temperature, and finally use his nails to bite all the elements - in the main material plane, there will always be occult scholars like Willy Shaw who are full of fantasies about the world and think they are evil. What are the different effects of nails? It does, but not in the way they think.
But according to Yimetz, he didn't need to add anything. So he didn't add anything.
Within reason they should wait until the circulation of the injected inert gas flow calms down before sinking gradually. But the cycle continues for a while and the gas remains gas.
"Is there any problem?" Yi Cha asked. This sentence, like any standard demonic phrase, highlights the element of "against one's will". Of course there are big problems. Of the four grand unified theories he knew, at least three would present serious problems here. There are large gaps between the finely divided particles of gas. Much, much larger than solids, and if they were to make them dense, they either needed settling or filling.
They did neither.
"That's enough. Now wait." Yimetz commanded briefly. His new golden eyes shone with intelligence and superiority.
The question you asked is fake, but rest assured it is real. He has always believed that professional matters should be left to professionals. Now Yimeiz is a little more professional than him. At least two aspects.
Maybe in more ways than two.
Do I act so annoying when I have you in my mind? He decided to start another conversation, so he asked Nesis quietly. The answer he got was "Of course not, you are more annoying than him."
I can rest assured that. Yi Cha replied in his heart. It seems that he still maintains enough professionalism at this point, and the devil will never like him. They are now waiting again. Yimeizi was lying on the golden desk, not idle. A mind with so much knowledge and so much computing power simply cannot be idle. Although there is no visual calculation paper, he is probably busy with the so-called "great blueprint". This thing is a considerable test even for the will with the most knowledge and the highest computing power.
To be honest, Icha wasn't quite convinced that he had done all the calculations.
"You have time to doubt me. Why don't you come to help? Chaint." Ametz's voice sounded coldly. "I'm helping you after all."
"We haven't discussed this matter in detail yet," Yi Cha said proactively. "Your great blueprint for the entire world, what exactly is it? Absolute freedom? Absolute authority? A series of interconnected ideal societies? Or a desolate wasteland full of howls? Or the largest library in history? It contains only Two types of things, the hands that do things and the mind that thinks about things?”
"What do you think?" The original Olympian Mage was busy with what he was doing and did not raise his head.
But Icha knew he was very concerned. He just asked too many questions. All mathematicians cannot ignore asking questions.
I think—so he thought calmly. From a demon's perspective, the ideal state of this world should be a execution ground, divided into victims and perpetrators. If you want to start from a devil's perspective, the world should be a stock exchange, which is divided into businessmen and tax collectors-in other words, they are all perpetrators. If you start from your own job, of course the world should be a huge museum - the difference is that the things in it are all alive, and they interact with each other to achieve growth and mutation. There are also two things in the museum: matter and eyes. An observation, an observation. If we start from family life——
These are carrot farts. Not within reasonable limits.
"You are an undead. But most of the creatures in the world are alive - I believe you still have a certain degree of recognition of linguistics." He looked at the change in Yimez's expression and said. "Me too, by the way. The word 'creature' has a certain literal meaning. It means alive."
"you do not believe me."
"Let the glory of the arcana condemn my mistakes. I don't believe that an undead can make the best plan for living creatures." Yi Cha said. He saw Metz pull the corner of his mouth. This is almost like laughing. He will then argue against the logical flaw in this statement. And - just as he had reserved - there are many ways to refute - for example, the nature of the Olympiad mathematics scholars themselves will not change because of the nature of the Olympiad mathematics researchers themselves. No matter which calculator writes down five plus seven, it will always equal twelve...
"I don't believe it either," Yimetz said calmly.
oh. So that's it. Yi Cha thought.
rare. This is a reasonable thing. Of course. Metz can take the time to shift his thinking and logic bases, allowing him to formulate a blueprint that is consistent with all living creatures. Or take a simpler approach - convert all living things into things that can be easily operated by his own thinking and logical bases.
"Is this related to the series of attacks by the undead army?" he asked.
"Oh. It's irrelevant. You can rest assured about this. I don't trust any authority. Tide. I won't get involved in your students' affairs. I just want to make the calculation simple."
Simplify calculations. Of course. This is the vocation of an Olympian mathematician.
"Do you want to take that thing out and take a look?" Nesis asked quietly.
