Steel steam and flame

It was already dark, Cassia turned on a few lanterns, and the light took on a substantial shape in the mist above the pool.

Sitting back in the hot spring, Cassia breathed out a comfortable breath. Ye Jielin was right, he admitted that he did prefer this feeling.

There was a rapid "chunk" sound behind me. It was a thirsty intermittent spring. The underground temperature was too high. The flow was not large in the first place. Before the water came out, most of it was directly heated into a gush. of steam. Most of it is stored under the soil, and when the pressure exceeds a certain limit, it will erupt for a few hours. This is what Ye Jielin said she wanted, a transitional environmental prop to gradually improve the heat resistance of her hands.

After opening the cross pupils, Cassia felt that her body still had slight changes compared to a few days ago. The feeling on the hands is more intense. Slightly put the palms closer to the moist steam spurting out from behind. The cold feeling of the water mist soaking into the back of the hands slowly turns to burning. Watching the skin of her hands gradually turn blood red, Cassia counted the time silently in her mind, noted down the limit that she could bear now, and started practicing to improve her resistance to high temperatures.

Perhaps when dealing with Delin's matter, diluted dragon blood was injected into the body again. This time there was no physical damage. On the contrary, it seemed to have been improved to a certain extent. Cassia could not find a specific reason, and in the end he could only attribute the reason to the dragon blood.

The temperature that my hands can withstand seems to have increased a lot in the past few days. The dragon blood not only became a activating agent in Cassia's body, but also allowed him to develop those fine black scales in a short time. When the dose reaches the range that he can swallow and absorb, it is like the most chemically efficient accelerating agent, helping him accelerate the assimilation and fusion of dragon tissues in his body.

The sense of danger in the hands, coupled with the guidance of the spiritual will, points out a specific direction for these dragon bloods that cannot find a target and therefore treat every part of the body equally, allowing most of their effects to be concentrated. Accelerate the speed of change toward those hands that are constantly changing.

"Is that possible?" Cassia put her hands in the hot spring water to quickly cool down, thinking of this possibility. The body is really learning and adapting to this temperature. Of course it will take some time, but at this moment, dragon blood has become a knob on a clock that can adjust the time at will, speeding up the speed and time of adaptation in another way. Cassia didn't understand the detailed mechanism. Just like the knob on a clock, the time can be adjusted because of the countless precisely meshed gears inside. But just relying on the devouring method mentioned by Sukarius, Cassia did not have a drawing in her head that could be regarded as a principle.

I was amazed at my ability to heal myself early on. In the volcano base, when a sniper bullet wiped away a piece of flesh and blood on the waist, a light brown protective layer would form there in half a minute. At first, Cassia thought it was blood scab formed by rapid coagulation of blood.

Perhaps this self-healing ability can be explained by this reason. The feeling after physical injury can be regarded as an instinct to change that one is not even aware of. Although that was before he got an entire refrigerated carriage of concentrated dragon blood, he still clearly remembered that in the gray area of ​​​​Blino, relying on Sukarius's method, perhaps the dragon belly had awakened from there. Getting out is only one aspect. As for whether he had done other things in that short period of time when he was unconscious at the time, or whether his body bypassed his consciousness and instinctively did things he didn't know. Now there is only that remains. The dragons who were transported knew it.

I had always thought that of Sucarius's two methods, the one that could turn on and off the rejection reaction in one's own body at will was the most useful. It seems now that it was just that my strength and the stage of the operation did not reach a minimum standard at that time.

Cassia often goes to a group of old professors at the military school for physical examinations. Cassia knows that these people will not harm her. Although every time they looked at him, there was excitement hidden in their eyes. There were many abnormalities in the inspection results, and the old professors all blamed the twenty-four suppression tubes. But Cassia probably knew his situation, and they did have something they didn't tell themselves.

"As long as you know it's a good thing, at least for now." The pain in her hands made Cassia's forehead wrinkle, and the nerves there became extremely excited, and she could even feel the lines and friction of the blood flowing in every small blood vessel. sense of impact. The fingers were all swollen and turned bright red. Soak your hands in the lower temperature hot spring water. In your eyes, the fingers are returning to normal at a visible speed.

"What will I become like in the future?" Cassia leaned on the warm stone that had been soaked in the hot spring water for a long time, raising her head to look at the steam above her head. "Sukarius said for a few years Within a certain period of time, the empire will clear out dragons like them that are gradually losing their value one after another... we may not be able to make it in time."

After fully immersing himself in the water, Cassia's head emerged from the water half an hour later, gasping for air. A cloud blocked all the moonlight. Cassia estimated that the time should be around ten o'clock at night. The steam from the dried up spring on the side had also stopped gushing enthusiastically not long ago. Now only pieces of steam slowly rose from there, dissipating in the on the surrounding wet rocks.

Putting on that serious face, Cassia wiped her body and returned to the room. On the way, she glanced at the quiet communication machine in the corner of the hall to make sure it was turned on. I habitually checked the weapons in the suitcase, then turned on the light and waited for Ye Jielin to come back, planning to read "The History of Steam Power".

Ye Jielin set out for the factory in the evening, where Sotagang and Berta were processing new information. In the afternoon, people were sent to wait at several airports. When Ye Jielin arrived at the factory, a team of people had already disembarked from the airship and were heading to a prepared place to rest.

"Cassia didn't come with you?" Sotagang took off his glasses, wiped them, and asked with a smile as a greeting.

Ye Jielin simply replied, "We have something to deal with," and then sat down at the long table. After putting on makeup again and transforming into a thin captain, she then used a tactical knife to carve a cross on the square bullet.

Not long after, Sotagang came out after changing into a businesslike black dress, and Berta's attire also changed. The two of them matched each other very well. Behind them was an armed squad of eight.

"I wish your goods can be repaired smoothly." Ye Jielin said when she walked out of the iron gate in Sotagang.