221: Chapter 202: Internal Struggle 221: Chapter 202: Internal Struggle Mardari mory tal, a rare and expensive synthetic tal, and more importantly, a “taboo item” that can only be synthesized by chanic Spiritualists.
Mardari is a person’s na, who is also the developer of this material.
The re recipe and application technique is a valuable intellectual property worth a fortune…
Who wouldn’t like a “living tal” that can freely change its shape, density, and hardness?
If the use and manufacture of this tal didn’t require the intervention of chanic Spiritualists, it would have beco the new technological cornerstone.
It is said that this liquid tal could be exchanged for several tis its equivalent in gold…
But no one would be foolish enough to actually sell it, as it is a prohibited and invaluable strategic material that no professional would find excessive.
“The simplest way to use it is to give weapons a coating and enchantnt, increasing their ductility and sharpness, as well as the ability to freely flow; or to create a liquid armor that can serve as both a weapon and armor.”
Looking at the instructions, Lu Ping’an was slightly tempted, but then shook his head.
He still doesn’t have a battle-profession and enhancing weapons wouldn’t make much of a difference; more importantly, the system prompt about this object seems sowhat problematic in his eyes.
[Mardari mory tal Block (Silver-tier material): A versatile liquid tal with variable properties.
However, this block seems to contain a slumbering will, and once awakened, it may no longer belong to you…]
When he received this “gift,” Lu Ping’an knew sothing was wrong, but he didn’t say anything.
Instead, he happily nodded and expressed his thanks.
“Chris, if we put this in our courtyard, will it awaken?” As a top Healer and Beast Tar, she should know this stuff.
“It should be just a coordinate, containing so sort of will or sothing…
If we throw it into our world, it should lose the connection right away.
The Secret Realm is another world, and even though it’s an open small world, being able to sense its existence within the mont the door is opened would already be the limit.
If it’s our courtyard, where the door doesn’t even open or close normally, it’s impossible to be sensed.”
With Chris’ assurance, Lu Ping’an did as she said.
He made the basin of tal vanish on the spot and then patiently waited…
After he finished this task, Fang Wen suddenly looked up at the sky with surprise, as she sensed that her signal had completely disappeared.
In the next mont, it reappeared abruptly…
“An illusion?” Fang Wen continued to bow her head and get busy.
All three of her sixth-tier War Beasts except for Silver War had been damaged, and Silver War had also lost most of its body (devoured by blood traces).
However, since it was called “War,” it naturally had an indestructible nature of war.
As long as more mory tal was supplied, it could revive quickly.
In terms of combat power, Silver War was probably at the bottom of her top-level War Beasts, but in terms of continuous combat ability, it was almost immortal.
Looking at the forming new body, she closed her eyes thoughtfully and let her consciousness travel to another distant region.
“What is it?”
A few minutes later, the chanical Bird indeed appeared in front of Lu Ping’an, but he asked first.
“…Nothing, just don’t forget our cooperation.
Whether Dragon Yuhe is dead or captured, it ans that Long Qianlan has no way out.” Fang Wen, who ca to check, casually made up an excuse, but her hawk-like eyes were still sweeping around the room.
She saw the broken red cloth on the bed and nodded thoughtfully.
It was once her possession, a part of the “Robbery Fire Feather Robe (Weapon),” which was an accessory for her strongest War Beast, Despair Hatred.
If such a pollutant were in contact with mory tal, it could indeed interfere with her perception.
Especially if there were remnants of War Beast wills in these “parts,” when two “remnant souls” were close to each other, a temporary disruption would be normal…
With so much knowledge, she instantly ca up with several acceptable explanations.
But at this mont, she was slightly tempted by the broken cloth.
She had lost Despair Hatred, and it would take a lot of resources and ti to start over.
If she could retrieve this piece, it might help.
“I…” However, she ultimately chose to give up.
It’s not that she had given up on retrieving the material; she considered it as her own.
It’s just that without a workshop and War Beasts, she didn’t have many resources left.
She needed to invest more resources in order to rebuild her combat power, and she was reluctant to trade with Lu Ping’an no matter how little.
“…Anyway, I’ll get it back eventually.
Right now, I don’t have the resources to rebuild Despair Hatred and its accompanying armor, so I’ll just leave it here.”
In her eyes, the 2-tier Lu Ping’an was rely a walking warehouse.
Even with a bit of cunning, what could his weak strength accomplish in this storm?
But Lu Ping’an still had sothing to ask Fang Wen.
“Does Long Yuhe know about my situation?” This was sothing Lu Ping’an had to know for sure.
“…I only found out by tracking the Sophist, the Dragon Family siblings may not necessarily know.
Even if her brother knows, she shouldn’t care about such trivial matters.
She’s just a brainless fighter and puppet.” Although there was a lot of malice in her words, her joy was also overflowing.
Long Yuhe was indeed naive and inexperienced, but when paired with her brother, a Healer combined with a completely trusting transford warrior, their strength would skyrocket.
There was no doubt that they would be the strongest combat power combination among the Mother Goddess cult’s visitors.
Now that Long Yuhe was dead or captured, the combat power balance would be rewritten, and the dawn of victory was in sight.
How could she not be overjoyed?
Lu Ping’an nodded thoughtfully and said nothing more.
Several minutes after the chanical eagle had left, Lu Ping’an communicated with the Big Cat about the “key.”
“She’s here?
Her new workshop is in the steam factory?” Although it was a question, Lu Ping’an spoke with certainty.
“Sensing” should only occur when the Secret Realm’s door opened.
If she were outside, it would be natural for the signal to be intermittent and she wouldn’t co, or at least not so quickly.”
“Hmm, it took her just over thirty seconds to get here, so she must be nearby.”
Based on the ti she took to arrive, Lu Ping’an confird this possibility.
This “steam factory” had a vast territory, deep water, and was too dangerous for the weak to leave the populated areas…
but this shouldn’t be a problem for Fang Wen.
The vast terrain facilitated concealnt, and the nature of this Secret Realm “factory,” as well as the countless tals and parts available, were very suitable for her, as a chanic Spiritualist, to restart her combat power.
In a sense, Fang Wen’s deadly hidden gift had given Lu Ping’an the chance to probe.
After the simple skirmish, Lu Ping’an had learned a lot from that naive guy.
So, Lu Ping’an thought for a mont and got up.
He needed to act quickly and talk business with an old acquaintance.
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While Lu Ping’an and his temporary teammates were engaged in their scheming, another group of “teammates” nearly ca to blows.
“She’s my spoils of war…”
“She’s a criminal threatening the entire city, and she has important information for maintaining social order and peace.
Please don’t interfere with our case.”
“She’s my personal spoils of war…”
“Can this be seen as your church trampling on public morals?
Can it be seen as you putting your personal interests above the interests of the church and the safety of citizens’ lives?”
“She’s my personal spoils of war…”
The pointless conversation continued.
No matter what the Deputy Director of the Bureau of Anomaly Managent said, Priest Liu only repeated, “She’s my spoils of war,” completely unreasonable.
The object of their dispute was a severed limb inside a transparent box.
She only had a head and part of her shoulder, but without any life support devices, she was still alive.
Not only was she alive, but she also had the energy to curse and swear at the surrounding onlookers.
“Foolish and ignorant mortals, your arrogance will lead to the Doomsday.
My brother will pinch you to death like ants…”
The people nearby were not annoyed and even took out a piece of paper, jotting down whatever she said.
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