Steel steam and flame

"Maybe it's not possible yet. I don't know if the current empire has the qualifications and value you think."

Putting the letter back in his pocket, Cassia stood there and thought for a while. The surroundings were quiet, and after reading the letter, the dragons' gazes had disappeared. My body felt so relaxed that I felt tired. Shaking his head, Cassia sat down on the spot, took the holy sword and looked at it carefully again, but still found nothing magical about it, except that the weight became more and more clear in his heart.

Groat seemed to be still very young at that time, at least judging from the information he initially consulted. When he came to the cemetery and left the box and the second-generation holy sword, the empire was still in the initial stage of change. The four forces were also in the process of taking shape, and there was still some distance before a group of powerful people in the empire took action against him and his family.

It has been noticed, but Groat seems to have underestimated the powerful people in the empire. The second-generation holy sword and the box had always remained the same. In the end, he didn't have the chance to come here and use his remaining backhand, so he became a pile of withered bones amid the lies of the war.

Cassia took out the necklace, and the two hollow animal bones collided with each other and made a crisp sound. When the shaking stopped, the amber filled in the animal bones was very fragile and cracked.

He held it in the palm of his hand and touched it gently with his hand. The cracks on the small piece of amber immediately spread out and covered it. A small piece of amber fell off at this time, as if a chain reaction had occurred. The cracked piece was more like a pile of quicksand that had been bonded and balanced internally. When the balance was destroyed, they naturally turned into their original appearance.

This time I didn't pick up the red crystal directly with my hands. The pile of gravel-like amber particles finally couldn't resist the erosion of time, and completely turned into powder in a few breaths. Cassia gently blew them away and took away the necklace, leaving only the red crystal lying alone in the palm of her hand.

Some are like lead shot, very dense. It is an irregular polyhedron, and Cassia's face is reflected on each red mirror of different sizes.

I have always thought about the picture on the stone painting of the man who swallowed the crystal and turned into a real dragon form. However, Grote was the experimenter, and the crystal had already lost its original power, and the remaining effect was just It's just used as a moderator for surgery.

So there was no need to worry anymore. Cassia looked around and was stunned for a few seconds. Then she carefully held the crystal, held the second-generation holy sword and the silver-gray box in one hand and returned to the hall. She walked to the rising fire and sat down. Down.

"This should be the end of things here." Muttering to himself, Cassia opened her mouth and swallowed the red crystal. At the same time, she also opened her cross pupils and turned on her rejection reaction. Then he closed his eyes and turned off the redundant signal-receiving senses in his body, so as to carefully feel the whole process of his body absorbing this crystal. If there is any harm to the body in the future, this feeling can also be treated as a specific disease for the senior professors to judge.

There is no specific taste, it is fresh, a bit like mint leaves used for seasoning.

The weight of the crystal quickly brought it to Cassia's stomach bag. Under concentrated perception, the acid in the stomach bag, which is far larger than that of ordinary humans, cannot have any impact on it. It is just like an ordinary person swallowing a piece of alloy of the same size. It can only stay in the body forever and cannot be digested.

At this time, the devouring method was used. Since it was related to dragons, Cassia thought it would have some effect.

The situation was roughly as he thought. Under the devouring method, the crystal began to melt slowly. The cooling feeling became more intense, and the entire stomach became comfortable and thorough afterwards. This feeling soon spread to the whole body and reached Cassia's brain.

I have never felt so awake as I am now. Many memories that were about to be forgotten emerged from the depths of my mind. Some unclear knowledge and vague aspects of surgical development became clear at this moment. Just like writing words on white paper with a pure black pen, every touch becomes vivid.

"Is this the role of crystals? The body has become a little lighter and not as heavy as before. It may also be more flexible and the reaction force will be much enhanced." Cassia thought to herself. It has indeed had an effect on the body. Now the rejection reaction is fully developed. When this cool feeling spreads to the whole body, the specific rejection has also been greatly alleviated. The implanted dragon tissue is more stable, and the speed of assimilation and fusion has completed a considerable stage in this short period of time.

When Cassia was immersed in this feeling, the coolness quietly faded from her body. I don't know how much time has passed, it may be a few days, or it may be less than a few minutes, but the red crystal has completely disappeared from the stomach bag. When Cassia noticed, the coolness that filled her body also disappeared, and was replaced by another kind of slight heat that made the blood in the body boil. Even the air became a little burnt, and the smell of gunpowder smoke filled it.

"Perhaps it's the body's natural reaction to absorbing crystals." Cassia thought, opened her eyes and stood up.

He froze in place for a moment, and the heart palpitations that had nowhere to vent rushed into his head. Cassia felt a sense of disorientation and dizziness, and then her body bent again when she stood up. He lowered his head and saw his own feet, wearing a pair of brand new soft-soled rubber shoes, which were a bit miserable white. Under the shoes, there is a dry and cracked ground with scorched earth, and there are glass-like particles on it that have been melted and solidified by high-temperature flames.

Cassia felt a sense of disobedience in her heart, which then turned into a trace of panic. He unfolded his hands, which were covered with rough folds and calluses, like extremely worn instruments that were about to be scrapped. He still remembered these hands. For a long time after taking the train from the small town, their appearance had not changed. It was not until they underwent surgery and stabilized the early stage of the first stage that they gradually became softer.

"What's going on?" Cassia raised her head and looked at the scorched earth in front of her after the war. The thick smoke covered the distance, and the undispersed black smoke floated in the light red sky. "What happened? I Are you in a dream again?"

He quickly looked at his clothes and found that they were indeed the ones he wore when he entered the biology building for surgery. The originally clear memory began to become blurry at this time, and Cassia tried hard to recall the first and only time she entered her dream. But the more I want to explore them, the farther and farther away those memories are from me, until finally, the memories become a hazy smoke, and I can never clearly see what is in them. I can only remember one thing. Very vague outline.

"The function of that red crystal."

Cassia stood there thinking, and that was the only reason. In addition, he could not imagine that he had come into contact with any other special things before entering the dream.

"The fallen battleship, as well as the broken analysis machine and code card!" Cassia finally caught some fragments at this time, "And..., Sukarius!"

Excitement arose inexplicably in her heart, and Cassia immediately took steps based on her vague feelings. A feeling of heaviness came over him immediately, and his legs became less flexible, returning to the way they were when he came out of the small town.

"It should just be the effect of dreams, but at that time I should still rely on these legs to walk to the front of the battleship." There is some comfort in the words.

It seemed that he was back to the starting point. Cassia didn't know how far he had gone. There was no difference between day and night here. The sky was always the same color. Only the floating black smoke in ribbons reminded him that he was indeed in such a sky. Moving down.

The black ashes underfoot turned the shoes into another pure color. When Cassia woke up from her dazed state, it started to rain lightly in the sky. The body becomes more tired and the strength cannot move the legs. The next moment he could no longer hold on, and he fell to the ground, covered in black mud.

Something felt wrong. Cassia remembered what should happen at this time. It was the shadow of the huge battleship that would envelope him. But when he raised his head, he could only see the burning sky and the untouchable skyline of the black earth.

Struggling to stand up, Cassia looked around, unable to take another step. He felt confused and scared, as if he had forgotten many important things, and he didn't know where to put his feet next.

The drizzle continued to fall, and water droplets gathered from her hair, hitting Cassia's face. The coldness of the water drops reminded him of something, and his hands began to tremble.

Not wanting to believe it, Cassia froze in place for a long time, and finally raised her hand and touched her neck.

The roughness made his fingers numb, and there was indeed a new scar there. The wounds on the rearrangement were made by refugees with daggers.