Release that Witch

After visiting the farm, Roland came to the rubber insect laboratory.

This thirty-flat room is like an old wizard's alchemy room wall with a row of gluey glue barrels, and the solidified milky white glue sticks everywhere. A large pot of burnt pieces of glue is emitting an unpleasant smell, and God knows what they have put into it.

The long handle spoon, bucket and stir bar used in the test deepened the feeling. If you match a few cockroaches and bats, it is a perfect restoration.

"Your Majesty," Camo Spoel simply nodded to show his salute. "What you want, I think I have found it."

Roland noticed his pale face and the gauze wrapped in his fingers. "Are you injured?"

"A little problem, nothing matters," he waved his hand, then handed over a cup of light red mucus. "Look, look."

Kemer reversed the cup, but the liquid did not spill, but slowly creeped along the wall of the cup, forming a soft hemisphere at the mouth of the cup.

Roland's eyes lit up and he reached out to catch the jelly-like substance, but was stopped by the chief alchemist.

"No, kneel!" He took back the cup. "This thing is corrosive."

"I remember that the rubber worm mucus should be non-toxic and harmless," Roland said. Otherwise, it will not be used to make food packaging bags and straws.

"But after mixing the blood, it did change its nature."

"Blood?" Roland looked at him with a slight sigh, "Do you want the wound in your hand to experiment..."

"Of course not, it was just an accident," Kemo said with a smile on his beard. "I am crazy, I don't want to take my own path to experimental chemistry so long, I hope to go further." ""

After listening to the other party's explanation, Roland finally understood the discovery process of the new colloid.

The coagulability of rubber worm mucus comes from the mixing of glandular secretions, and bio-rubbers of different hardness can be formed according to the difference between the two, but they do not have fluidity and cannot be changed once consolidated.

At the beginning, according to the experience of chemical experiments, Kaimo added various elemental elements or acid and alkali liquids, which could not reverse the final result.

After that, the materials were further relaxed, and the complex inorganic salts to organic matter were thrown into the observation effect. Although a lot of interesting special colloids were found in the process, it was never possible to get the new gel Roland wanted.

Until an accident happened.

When he cut the scrap rubber strip, he accidentally cut his finger, and the dripping blood contaminated a cup of experimental sample to be consolidated. A lot of white gas suddenly appeared in the cup, and the mushroom that was put into it melted into a pool of yellow water.

The solution also became a semi-condensed, non-condensable gel.

"The biggest feature is that it retains the properties of the mixed material." Kemer threw the gel into the stove, and it suddenly glowed brightly, and the flame rushed a few feet higher instead of It slowly darkens like the previous rubber block and finally turns into a powder. "I only added a spoonful of oil to it. It may not be able to achieve this effect alone. It can be said that it is better than what you ask for!"

Although the voice of the old alchemist seemed a bit tired, his tone was full of excitement. Looking at the exuberant fire, Camo's eyes seemed to have a group of flames burning. He apparently had already imagined in his mind that the gel was used in large quantities.

Coagulum is what Roland tries to make.

Originally made of gasoline and special thickeners, it is not only safer but also more damaging than liquid fuels that have a very low flash point, are flammable, explosive, and difficult to adhere to. In combination with the ignition of explosives, a large area of ​​burning can be created in an instant. Once it is hard to get rid of it, the raging fire will accelerate the consumption of oxygen, which is suffocating and dying.

When he saw that the rubber worm mucus had similar coagulation properties, he was thinking about this. If the mucus was completely fused with the igniter and burned fully, a simple and rude weapon could be obtained.

After all, the red fog is afraid of fire.

In the era of Tacharia, the most troublesome thing for the federation was the already completed outpost. The red fog covered by a small area allowed the Saints to join hands and feet. They could only rely on the witches with isolation or clearance ability to move slowly with everyone. The task of dismantling the storage tower fell to the mortal army. Often, when the war is over, the holy army will pay a great price because it cannot be flexible, and mortals will have no return.

It is in such a cruel exchange ratio that every time the devil establishes an outpost, it can weaken the power of the federation until the latter can no longer prevent the other party's actions, and eventually the devils who come from all directions are living and procrastinating.

If you have the ability to arbitrarily arson, the threat of the enemy's outpost will be greatly reduced, and the red fog that the devil depends on will also become the noose that tightens their neck.

Probably because the impression of defeat was too deep, Pasha would be so caring for rubber worms, especially Elsie. At the beginning, they were quite vocal about raising bugs in the third side of the city, since Roland would After the concept of solid-state fuel weapons was stated, her attitude changed by 180 degrees, and even the tone of the bugs was different.

Now, Roland doesn't have to slap the scalp and the devil in close quarters. Before all the moving targets disappear, he will never let the first army leave the scope of the artillery cover. Therefore, the incendiary bomb is more of an auxiliary means of attack. It belongs to the product of "the egg is not placed in a basket". It does not affect the entire strategic plan. If it does, it will save the next part of the gunpowder and reduce the production of the chemical plant. pressure.

Under this premise, it is natural that Camo Spoel can find something, but the problem is...

"Blood is not a convenient source of raw materials."

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty," the alchemist replied. "It is not necessary to have blood. The blood of cattle, sheep and other animals can also change its nature. I have already tested this. The only premise." Yes, it must be just released."

This made Roland feel relieved, but the second question followed. "Why is it blood?"

"This..." Kemo was dumb.

"I think, maybe it's related to the insects themselves," Pasha said. "Although it doesn't have the control of the eyes, the instinct still exists, that is, capturing and storing prey, fresh blood is probably among them. A trigger condition."

This speculation is quite reasonable. He thought that it is obviously not food, but the storage is still gelatinous. It may not be too different for them.

"Then start the weapon test as soon as possible," Roland said. "Since you have the ideal raw materials, you should not spend much time on the next step. The next thing you can give to the kings to do it, after all, you said The road to chemistry is still very long, and it is right to pay attention to rest."

"Follow, squat." Kemo stroked his chest.

"I still have an idea." Pasha said suddenly.

"What is it?" Roland looked at her.

"We may be able to bring a special audience when testing weapons." She swayed the main road.

Roland immediately realized who Pasha was referring to. "Is that guy still alive?"

Since he did not ask for more information during the chaotic period of soul integration, he did not expect to open the mouth of the higher-order devil again. It is now in the hands of the Tsinghua witch, either choose to commit suicide or tossing to death by the enemy. He thought that the other party had long since turned into a ghost.

"It doesn't have a hunger strike. Just send it to the food, it will eat cleanly." Pasha said in a concise manner.

This shows that it doesn't mean to die at all.

Neither surrender nor confess.

It is waiting for the moment when humanity completely fails and regains freedom.

Even if you want to swear again, it is still insisting.

Is it because it feels too bad to die in the hands of bugs?

"I understand," Roland raised his mouth. "Take it with you."