Release that Witch - Chapter 1156
[Chapter 1130 Historical Speculation]
“Do you know too little…?” Celine’s fine beard drooped down, as if she was touched, “Indeed, the longer I stay in the Quest, the more I feel that I know very little. And you brought me from the dream world Those books that came back opened my eyes. Hearing what you said, maybe I shouldn’t describe it as unbelievable—because there is something much more unbelievable than it.”
“Oh? What is it?”
“Us.” Celine chuckled, “According to the book, isn’t everyone made of a bunch of elements? Carbon, nitrogen, hydrogen, etc… are not much different from trees. But we can cry Being able to laugh and think is more magical than glowing.”
“I’ve read that book too, but it’s hard to believe anyway.” Nightingale sighed, “I don’t want to admit at all, the skin on my body is not much different from the rough bark of a tree.”
“This is probably the secret of the structure His Majesty is referring to.”
Celine looked at Roland, but he didn’t answer.
“His Majesty?”
“Hey, what’s the matter with you?”
Only then did Roland come back to his senses, “Celine, what did you say earlier?”
“Are we more miraculous than steles?”
“That’s it…” He felt an idea coming out of his mind, “Could it be that the so-called stone monuments are not the product of someone placing them there as a souvenir, but they are the stick figures themselves?”
“You mean—” Celine’s voice was a little surprised.
“The stick figures are stone monuments. What we see are their bodies left behind.” Roland replied word by word, and at the same time his body trembled uncontrollably.
That’s right, a brand new life form that is completely different from carbon-based organisms-silicon-based organisms.
At the beginning, he didn’t think of this aspect, but once the idea emerged, not only some characteristics of the “luminous stele” itself could be explained, but also the murals left in the temple also had a deeper meaning.
First of all, why are there so many lines on the stele body?
Not only on the surface, but also on the inside—if they were all carved out with tools, even Anna who had awakened the Black Flame would not be able to do it in a short period of time, not to mention that according to the discoverer’s dictation, each stone tablet is That’s it.
If you think about it from another angle, it is not surprising that those are all grown by themselves.
There may have been “blood” flowing in the lines, and under the pressure of the blood, the silicon oxide produced a local piezoelectric effect-and these electrical signals were mixed together to form thinking.
In addition, the current can be converted into visible light through some mechanism, so they have the ability to communicate with the outside world.
Roland couldn’t help but think of the huge stickman and the lake formed by the blood on the mural…
In terms of stability alone, oil is naturally more suitable than water.
Thinking a little deeper, perhaps the biggest enemy of the stickman, the radioactive tribe, did not worship radioactive substances for no reason.
Strong radiation can interfere with circuits, and even cause “electronic equipment” to fail-this may be the source of the belief of the Radiant Race!
Roland seemed to see a shocking scene slowly unfolding in front of him.
In order to compete for the relics of the gods, two very different civilizations launched a final decisive battle in the extreme south. One was completely wiped out, and the blood flowing out formed the underground Styx and the throat swamp.
But because the body does not rot, it still exists as a tombstone buried underground after thousands of years.
The other party won the victory, but their whereabouts were missing. Except for the ruins in the cage mountain and the Rubik’s Cube, they disappeared more completely.
The latecomers can only guess the history that has happened through a few murals that have experienced many vicissitudes.
It’s just unbelievable!
“The luminous stele is the same living body as us?” Celine pondered, “With all due respect, it is hard for me to imagine that these cubes have their own consciousness and can move freely… Do you have any more evidence?”
Roland calmed down the concussion in his heart, and shook his head slightly, “This is just my personal guess. The reality may be quite different, because from an evolutionary point of view, such a thing is almost impossible to happen.”
What life becomes depends largely on the environment in which it is conceived.
Whether it is a devil or an evil beast, it is still a product of the biosphere, but silicon-based organisms?
That is completely another evolutionary path. In the case of sharing a set of natural environments, no matter how you think about it, there should be no two kinds of life with differences in essential structure.
“But according to what you said, the content on the mural is unexpectedly suitable…” Celine was silent for a moment, “In this case, let’s put the puzzle aside for now. I think as long as we continue to explore, we will always know the answer Truth—after all, only then can people truly grow.”
“Sounds reasonable…” Nightingale pouted.
“This is also one of the dogmas of the Quest Society.” Celine smiled, “By the way, I also did some tests on the luminescent reaction of the stone tablet. I wanted to try to use it to replace the magic stone for lighting, but the results were not satisfactory. .”
“No way…?” Roland frowned. When he first got the report, the first thought that popped up was to replace the lamp.
After all, due to the limitation of power generation, light bulbs only exist in factories and a few surrounding communities. It is still a difficult project to popularize night lighting.
If the stele can be used as a lamp, it will undoubtedly bring great convenience to the people’s livelihood, education and other undertakings in Neverwinter.
“It’s not that it can’t be done, it’s just very troublesome, please take a look, Your Majesty.” She picked out two samples–obviously, UU Reading www.sonicmtl.com These are fragments of the stele that have been cut twice, one is as thin as a piece of paper, and the other A piece is about the size of tofu.
Celine squeezed them at the same time, and two balls of light burst out from the side whiskers. The thin one was dazzlingly bright, while the thick one was comparable to magic stones.
After about ten seconds, the former suddenly dimmed and no longer glowed, while the latter persisted for half a minute longer.
“I use both hands with the same strength.”
Roland immediately understood what the other party meant, “Its brightness and duration are related to the degree of deformation and its own volume.”
“That’s right,” Celine nodded her beard, “the fragments of the stele cannot stay lit all the time, the smaller the size, the faster it will disappear. Although it can recover slowly afterwards, it will take a long time – if I want to use them To illuminate the entire underground hall, I am afraid that hundreds of complete stone tablets must be placed, and iron blocks weighing hundreds of kilograms are piled on each tablet body. After the light is exhausted, those iron blocks have to be moved down. The combination of the two is absolutely colossal.”
If it is used as a fixed light source, and the pulley block is used to lift the heavy object, it can be regarded as an adequate usage, although it is cumbersome enough.
Roland looked at the fragment that had lost its luster, thinking in his heart… The smaller the size, the easier it is to deform, but the corresponding luminous time is also surprisingly short, almost no different from a flash——
Wait, a flash?
His eyes suddenly lit up.
The development of the “stone tablet” may last for a long time, but he has now thought of a very suitable purpose.
This problem has plagued the First Army for a long time, and in the foreseeable future, it will become more and more obvious.
But now, it seems to have an opportunity to solve it in disguise.
That is the “indicating line” of the firearm – the tracer bullet.
The genius remembers the address of this site in a second: ..
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[End of this Chapter]
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