The calculations worked flawlessly. Everything worked flawlessly as calculated. After the gold-plated layer completely covers the final mother planet, cutting begins. The tin-like lips of the final home planet have a dazzling golden edge. The gold edge outlines the growing pattern inwards. Make those gray lips appear to be speaking.
The huge, silent figure appears to be alive.
"Turn it on," Yimetz said. "Start counting down now. Five——"
"Little devil, do you know why Erobaba wants to gild the Last Moon?" Nesis said quietly.
Compared with "how can it be done", "why should it be done" is too simple. Because this Gold Element Member is a lunatic. All the guys who want to solve the planet-level (bead-level, described in the language of elements) problems on their own are crazy.
A madman will naturally use madman's methods.
"One." The original Olympian mage announced coldly.
A large number of golden balls began to spurt out from the tips of all the spikes. The golden beads rolled gurglingly on the connection, with a sizzling sound as they cut the skin of the final mother planet into small pieces, revealing the golden inner part. The vortex of laws that had been set up long ago swept in the skin fragments and collected them in a sixteen-strand basket that was also woven with gold thread.
Yimeiz seemed to say something again, but Yi Cha was concentrating on supervising to ensure that the whole process went smoothly and did not hear it.
The debris accumulated in the basket became thicker and thicker, and it began to make a squeaking sound of structural failure - those "skins" were terribly heavy.
But absolutely nothing unexpected happened. The construction of the basket and the weight it should gain are carefully calculated. As it becomes fuller, the basket becomes more balanced and becomes more stable.
After an unknown amount of time, the last fragment was fed into it, and the "peeling" was over.
What remains is a statue. Big and golden, if you see such a thing in the corner of the universe, it is enough to cause most of the phobias in the world to suddenly develop in their incubation period.
Of course, it's still a bit rough now, with thirty-five crooked gold tubes protruding from the joints, and the surface is also uneven. But after a set of very efficient processing, she became the embodiment of beauty and top craftsmanship. Even the arc of the corner of the mouth, the distance from the elbow to the first thumb and other details were perfectly reproduced.
In short, the new appearance looks no different from the previous home planet.
Except for what can be seen at a glance - the material.
“The material is the real subtlety.”
Yi Metz sat upright behind the arithmetic table, his two withered hands facing each other. Post a summary. "The weight of this gold shell is similar to the original skin. It will not cause gravitational chaos. The difference is that it is completely under our control.
Naturally, after releasing the compressed coordinates, it goes out of control - we can't control that much. But then there won't be any problems anymore. "
Well. Take control. We are in control.
They returned to the back of the final home planet. To be honest, Yi Cha didn't feel any flow of time, not only because he had no reference.
"Look." Yimeiz introduced. He stretched out a dry finger and tapped the polished golden new version of the back of the head. An opening with a rounded angle opened there, and an inconspicuous honeycomb-shaped ball was sent out.
Metz carefully picked up the ball, placed it on the table, and stood it up with two triangular gold nuggets.
"This is the singing community." The original Olympian mage introduced - this introduction was redundant and reflected his rare mood. They did a nice big job. The calculation is also correct. congratulations. "Fix it, put it back and the problem is solved."
Cha nodded. He knew what to say.
"Then of course it's up to me to fix it." He poked the ball with the tip of his claws - the holes on its surface were in good shape, but they had obviously lost their function. When Xinge touches it, it just passes through it and cannot form an echo or resonance, let alone being launched after being strengthened. "I'll give it to Terminal," he said. "It can be repaired in three days."
Metz just nodded slightly. "Slight adjustments from our original plan. But please."
He motioned to the honeycombed sphere. Two half-clerks came forward, each stretched out a hand and picked it up. The space fluctuated, and the failed singing community was teleported away.
"The surrounding rules have begun to take effect. It seems that we only need to wait for a while before we can come and go freely here." Metz lowered his head and looked at his feet.
The tightened coordinates are slowly unwinding. The statue is also gradually expanding - it should not be long before they can step on her new shell again, and finally be flipped to the outside world.
"It's an honor to have such a smooth project together. By the way, I am willing to regard this as a prerequisite for you to cooperate with us on the final blueprint."
Uh-oh. Yi Cha thought. "I'm honored too," he said. Imitate the blunt tone of the original Olympian. "After you told me that the first step of your great blueprint is to undead all living things, why do you still have confidence that I will cooperate with you?"
"No talk of 'confidence'. I'm sharing the data with you honestly and I think you can understand why."
"I can't understand it."
ha. This lie may be too obvious. Of course he understands. The undead do not consume much resources, have low average ambitions, are easy to control, have simple emotions, and are hardworking and hardworking. They are a very good race.
Great creatures to promote and grow in abundance - except they're not creatures. All living things hate them a little. But if there is no “all living things”…
"Creatures, dead things. It's just a way of defining it." Yi Metz calmly continued Yi Cha's thoughts. "And the way I define it is: Living things take damage, undead don't."
The problem is that Yi Cha completely understands what the Olympian is saying. He could laugh at him all he wanted, but in fact he felt that the other party's logic was consistent and his calculations were beautiful.
"The undead will not be harmed. You can think that they are not afraid of loss. This is a subjective view. But in general it is the same." Metz continued:
"Without an object to be harmed, harm will not occur. Without harm, the perpetrator will disappear naturally. Completely disappear from the principle."
"Logically disappear."
"That's how I figured it out. A world without any harm."
Quite valuable discussion. It can be worth more than three hundred points in Yuhengzhe Garden. Take a look at your feet. They stood on the golden, slightly curved land.
"This will also help your career." Yimeizi said. "If you prefer to talk about individual interests."
"Look at him, he is also a madman. Otherwise, why would I call you again?" In another conversation, Nesis also said to him quietly.
Yi Cha looked at the ground carefully for a while.
"That's it," he said. smiled. "You can go. Let's go back first."
