Looking at the empty containers and the rcury that was beginning to drill out, Alan shook his head and cleaned them up and threw them away. He only wanted the devil to praise him and eat the Origin Jade. As a result, he didn't know if the remaining Origin Jade would be enough for the two sequences of materials.
It was not until evening that Alan walked out of the workshop. The Origin Jade had already been decomposed. Sure enough, apart from the materials consud in the decomposition process, there was only enough left to make a sequence. He wondered if he should see if there were any suitable Origin Jades in the warehouse and exchange them for military rits. Considering the abnormality of the devil's praise just now, Allen temporarily gave up on this idea.
If the devil opened his mouth and accidentally ate the Origin Jade in the warehouse, what would he compensate?
When he returned to the lobby on the first floor of the soldiers' dormitory, Alan saw the soldiers circling him. There were many unfamiliar faces among them. If these people weren't wearing military uniforms, Alan almost thought he had returned to Black Street. Soone in the crowd shouted, "Nazi, don't be afraid of him. Co on."
Alan frowned and squeezed into the crowd. In the middle of the crowd, there was an open space. Nazi lowered his center of gravity with his bare arms and faced off against another unfamiliar soldier. The two of them seed as if they were going to fight.
"What's going on?" Alan stepped forward and stood between the two of them.
Seeing that it was Alan, Nazi was a little embarrassed and murmured, "Boss, these guys are too unreasonable. They actually want our dormitory to move us out."
Alan looked at the unfamiliar soldier who was confronting Nazi and asked, "Who are you? Who is it, sir? I didn't receive any instructions to move us out of the dormitory."
"Who are you? Kid." The soldier sneered.
Naz pointed at him and said, "Clean your mouth. This is our Sergeant Allen."
The soldier whistled, "It turns out that even a kid who hasn't grown all his hair can beco a commander."
'"If you don't want to answer my question, I'll have to ask Major Coggess," said Alan coldly.
"Why? They're just joking." A giggling man walked over and said, "I'm Lieutenant Peter."
"Are you their commander?" Alan nodded. "Well, please control your subordinates. This is the dormitory, not the place to fight."
"Is there a field to be scored in a fight? Sergeant."
Ellen frowned. "You're not allowed to fight in the base. Don't you know that, lieutenant?"
Peter looked at his soldier and spread out his hands. "Is rules that important?"
"There are no rules, only chaos. Then what's the difference between us and the Blade Demon?" Alan said.
"I don't think there's anything wrong with Saber Demons. They're all life forms on the planet, no big difference."
"You're a human, and you're an officer, so you're still standing here talking. If you were a Saber Demon, I would have cut off your head by now. That's the difference." Alan shook his head and said, "Alright, lieutenant, that's all for now. Take care of your n, Nazi, and co with ."
As he left with Naz, Alan heard a strange laugh coming from behind him. He shook his head and said, "Who are these people?"
"Bian Rong Army, a bunch of bastards." Nazi snorted and said, "I don't know what the colonel is thinking, but let them live in the dormitory. So brothers died in the battle and many dormitories are empty. It's a good deal for them."
This was the first ti Allen had heard of the Bian Rong army. After asking carefully, he could roughly understand who those people were.
In this way, the lax attitudes of those people were probably understandable.
He was speechless all night.
The next day, Alan went to see Colonel Berry. When they entered the office, Perry and Coggess had just retreated when Colonel Berry stood with his back to the door in front of a floor-to-ceiling window that could see the entire base's playground. Without turning around, he said, "I've been at this base for almost five years. If it falls into the hands of the Saber Demon, the first thing I won't forgive is myself. Fortunately, none of this happened. Co on, tell about your plan."
Before that, Allen had already submitted a feasibility report to Colonel Berry on restarting the army's magic weapon promotion program. He had already looked at Kudra's project file. At that ti, what Kudra wanted to popularize was a sequence of "Inferno Missiles" that could use Origin Energy to activate fire-attributed missiles with explosive and sputtering effects. Kudra intends to change this sequence of energy pivot arrays to reduce energy consumption for the general army.
After reducing energy consumption, the missile will no longer have the sputtering effect, but will still retain the destructive power of instant heat and explosion. One or two rounds might not be of much use, but a hundred rounds or more of concentrated fire was enough to seriously injure an Awakened warrior.
This was the so-called qualitative change triggered by quantitative change.
After all, experts at the Awakened Realm were already the backbone of any faction, and it was not easy to cultivate them. However, even if an ordinary Origin Energy practitioner's talent was limited and could not ignite a fire seed, they could still use dicines to produce a fifth or sixth grade Origin Energy. Of course, this thod was inhumane and harmful to the body of the user, but compared to cultivating the Awakened ones, it was much easier.
At that ti, Kudra's plan had to be terminated because his own technology was limited and he was on Nether Realm, so he did not have any additional technical support. After failing to bypass established theories and deep-rooted formulas, he could only helplessly stop. Alan did not have this problem. His knowledge of sequences was taught by Hughton. Hughton's courses were completely unsystematic and he was only taught basic theories and formulas. Other purely by Allen's own play and deduction, of course, this kind of guidance thod can not be universal, the fault is not Allen's mories, who can adapt to Hughton's teaching thod.
But because of this, Allen was not affected by too many so-called conventions, and he could often solve technical problems without cardinal sches.
He took over so of Kudra's design sketches and soon discovered that Kudra was so inertia that he couldn't get away from the formulas and fraworks that had been in use for many years. Allen directly broke through that frawork. He first assud the user's origin power level, then decided on the arrangent of the origin points. This inverse evolution finally decided the design of the energy conduction pivot array.
However, the solution is available, but it still needs actual data for debugging. After all, as an ordinary mo weapon, Allen needed to grasp a large amount of experintal data before he could determine the final sequence. The most difficult thing to overco here was the balance between the output of Origin Energy and its destructive power. Only by finding this balance would one be able to maximize the performance-price ratio of this sequence.
In fact, the popularization of demonic martial arts was nothing new. Back in the era of Monroe, the Father of the Devil Martial Arts, there were people who had proposed such an idea. Unfortunately, at that ti, it was limited by technology and resources and could not be realized. Later on, when such conditions were t, the mo wu production plant and the sequence design talent were already controlled by several large clans. All the federal governnt could grasp was only a portion of it.
Out of consideration for interests, no factory was willing to do so, even if the conditions for universalization of the army could be achieved. Because the consequences of doing so will lead to the breakdown of the balance of the entire chain of interests. Even the federal governnt has failed to implent this reform because of the checks and balances of many relationships.
Now that Alan had re-introduced Kudra's unfinished project, Berry listened to his report with no harm in listening. Unexpectedly, Allen's plan and data showed that the project was hopeful, but Berry hesitated instead. After all, if Allen completed the project, it was unknown how many people's interests would be shaken. In the long run, it would even have an imasurable impact.
Fortunately, Allen was only in theory at the mont, and it would take quite a while for him to achieve it and put it into actual combat. This gave Berry a chance to think about it. At the very least, he could report it to Windsor Belo and let Marshal Greed decide.
"Colonel" Seeing that Berry was a little distracted, Alan called out.
Berry nodded, indicating that he was listening.
"I need so volunteers to be involved in the data collection. I need at least a hundred people to be able to deduce the paraters I need," Ellen said sternly.
"A hundred people?" Berry frowned and said, "That's not a small number, not to ntion recently no, I have it."
"How about this, you go ahead. In the afternoon, I will send soone to you."
Alan said cheerfully, "He bowed and left. Berry smiled and said," But it's hard to say if they'll cooperate. "
The candidates for the colonel were those fellows from the Border Rong Army. They were idle, no matter what. They didn't want them to be Allen's experintal subjects. However, the Bian Rong army's discipline was lax, so it was unknown whether they could cooperate with Alan. Berry didn't an to make things difficult for Alan, but the regular army in the base had a mission right now, so how could they pick a hundred people to collect data for Alan?
Having made up his mind, Berry opened a screen in front of his desk and applied to speak to Windsor Belo. The call was cleared 10 minutes later, and a few seconds later, Windsor Belo's figure appeared on the screen. The female marshal seed to have just co down from the battlefield and was a little tired. She threw herself into a leather chair. He put his hand on his chin and tilted his head to look at Berry. "I'm busy. Speak quickly, Colonel," he said.
"Sorry to disturb you, but it's about your students."
"Ellen? What's wrong? Did sothing happen?" Windsor Belo asked nervously.
Berry shook his head and smiled. "No, it's just that Sergeant Allen just suggested a plan to ."
"What kind of plan?"
"Sergeant Allen felt that the project proposed by Mr. Kudra in the past was entirely possible. His report did point this out, but I don't know if I should let Sergeant Kudra continue. Just like Mr. Kudra in the past, the project was suspended because it touched on the interests of so people." Colonel Berry said cautiously.
Windsor Belo's pupils shone with golden light, and she said cheerfully, "Don't think about it, let Alan do it." Of course, this project needs to be kept confidential. And the final results let him give a detailed report, which must include a complete design and production process. Right now, we are cooperating with Bescot to develop magic weapons. Such equipnt can be manufactured by Bescot and then restricted to the interior of Sirius. "This way, our army's combat strength will be greatly enhanced, and we can avoid conflicts of interest in the Devil Martial Business."
"Unless soone is tired of living and wants to go against them." Windsor Belo stretched out her hand and sneered.
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