She suddenly wasn't so angry anymore.
"Where is the thing?" she asked Walnut.
Twenty minutes later, the two men carried back - in fact, it was mainly Walnut who did the hard work - a mechanical device that was nearly half the size of a car shell, and placed it in the backyard of the mansion according to Hitzfeld's instructions.
"can."
Hitzfeld panted as he touched the various coils and cables on the surface of the thing.
"Here... I plan to build an electrical room here and connect all the wires in, so that even if something goes wrong, the house won't be burned."
"Walnut can help!" Pinocchio patted his chest.
Anyway, the coolies won't be wasted...
Hitzfeld curled his lips and gave Walnut a bright smile.
"Then trouble you."
"...We're going to start tonight?"
"No, please trust Kurumi and leave the work entirely to Kurumi."
Having said that, she couldn't do such a thing as letting the guests who came from afar to work while she rested.
Since she had overslept, she had some free time tonight, so she and Walnut started working together and successfully built a small wooden shed before dawn.
The wooden shed was capped and covered with a layer of waterproof cloth, and the wheels under the generator were pushed to push it in. This work was almost done.
Hitzfeld spent the entire day working on this thing. She and Walnut wandered around the mansion like bees, clearing all the blocked cable ducts in all the rooms, then connecting the cables and fixing them with glue.
As for electricity, it's not available yet.
To have electricity you need electrical appliances. She was exhausted and planned to take a day off and go shopping during the day tomorrow.
"Mainly the lights and the stove for heating water."
She recorded it on paper.
"And oil... fuel. Without it, it can't generate electricity."
Thinking of this, she suddenly glanced at Lily beside her, imagining that she could make a roller generator and put the Sheldon dog in it to run in circles.
Lily took a few steps back without saying a word, and moved behind the wall little by little, leaving only the dog's head still staring at her.
"Ms. Hitzfeld, can Walnut ask a question?"
At this time, Walnut had changed into a pure black dress. If you didn't look at her face, she looked like a petite housekeeper.
"You ask."
Hitzfeld didn't even look up.
"Miss Hitzfeld shot at me, and the bullet exploded into ice flowers after it hit the ground..."
Kurumi tilted his head.
"I wonder if this is——?"
"That's an ice bomb."
Hitzfeld nodded his chin.
"It's just some little thing I usually think about..."
"It's an advanced product of lard bullets. If you like it, I can give you some."
Chapter 11 Dongquan Incident
Hitzfeld was not pretending, but the ice bomb was not powerful enough to that extent at this stage.
In long-range combat, in one-on-one situations, the Dead Bone Ice Needle is enough. This thing has a lot of mysterious properties, not only has the properties of "freezing", "penetrating", "stitching", etc., but its combat radius is also very far - as long as she can see, it can fly to it.
Of course, the operating accuracy will be very poor if the place is too far away, and at best it will be "reachable". Don't expect to be able to control the flying of the ice needle flexibly.
But it is already very powerful, at least stronger than most firearms. The White Whale and the enchanted bullets she figured out are at best just supplements to the tactics.
For example, when the distance is close and there may be multiple enemies, one ice needle may not be enough, and this is when the White Whale is needed.
And the level of lethality is incomparable.
Hitzfeld has not yet researched the full performance of the Dead Bone Ice Needle, but based on her current feelings, she feels that this thing is a bit like undead fire condensed into a solid state.
That kind of ghostly blue flame, which is said to only burn in the eye sockets of the undead... They are naturally cold energies, wrapped around her nightmares, and the so-called silver needle appearance is just a disguise.
Lengdis can rely on this thing to control the more advanced icy black flame, but Hitzfeld can't even emit ordinary blue fire now.
Compared to her role as a corpse stitcher in Nightmare, she is much weaker.
This also means that she still has a lot of room for improvement in the development of the dead bone ice needle.
Even with the blessing of the White Whale, it is difficult for the ice bomb to surpass the ice needle in terms of lethality, unless her control over the ice needle is further improved, she can change its fundamental form and directly use the ice needle as a bullet.
"Ice bomb?"
She didn't care, but Kurumi was surprised.
"Isn't that similar to 'spiritual possession'? Miss Hitzfeld is actually so strong?"
"It's not a spirit possession..." Hitzfeld didn't know how to explain it for a moment.
She wanted to say that the methods of the spirit-possessed extraordinary people were much more powerful than hers, but when she thought about it carefully, the method of "enchanting bullets" was really spirit-possessed.
Then it shouldn't be called enchantment, the correct term is spirit possession.
But if this level is considered as spirit possession, then wouldn’t the upgrade system used by the evildoers have a large number of spirit possession methods?
Hitzfeld frowned in thought.
She finally realized that as this system was brought back here from Earth, Namibia's traditional supernatural system was crumbling.
Spirit possession is lowering its status and entering the reality. Some people who obviously cannot reach the spirit possession level can also use the spirit possession method. The mark that distinguishes the strong has been blurred.
——We have to find a new path as soon as possible.
Hitzfeld felt a sense of crisis. She felt that the secret accumulation of the Sunflower Reverse was a bit too shocking. These things retreated to the continent covered by gray fog to develop. God knows how many extraordinary people will appear next time.
She decided to focus on two projects: the first was to find a new path, and the second was to help the Flintstone Knights eliminate hidden dangers.
Even if the future is filled with extraordinary people, the fighting power of the Flint Knights will still be strong.
Their ability to interfere with and destroy the physical world is not comparable to that of most extraordinary beings. Theoretically speaking, a single knight - even if he is just an ordinary silver-level knight, even if he faces a group of witches, as long as the armor can block most of the potions, he will be invincible when swinging a hammer.
But such powerful force comes at a price. The number of knights has not increased. Except for those lost in missions and battles, the remaining casualties all come from toxin outbreaks.
Hitzfeld was confident that as long as the second research could produce results, the national strength of the entire Sara would be able to leap forward to a higher level.
Sarah is not afraid of large-scale wars - it's the Iron Age. In the face of airplanes, tanks, and cannons, what can the noise of a few magic potions matter?
What is truly terrifying about them is their ability to infiltrate and mislead people.
That was not something that steel and gunpowder could deal with, but the Flintstone Knight happened to have a firm heart.
As long as the number of Flintstone Knights increases, the public security in the larger area will be better, the future will be better, and she will be able to live more peacefully.
It could also help Ashley, so there was no reason for her not to do it.
The following schedule was very simple. The next day she went to the department store to order electric lights and electrical appliances, had them delivered to the outskirts of the forest, and then Walnut brought them in.
Walnuts are really useful.
It is so capable that it can move things, clean, and even cook. As long as Hitzfeld demonstrates it in front of it, it can replicate it perfectly.
Now that he thought about it, he could certainly ignore the ice needle mark, because this manor was renovated by Walnut himself.
It is a puppet, a spiritual body endowed with intelligence, and in essence just a few pieces of wood. If the manor had consciousness, walnuts might be no different from wooden wall panels and wooden building materials in its eyes.
It was simply considered a part of Hitzfell Manor, and Bing would not have any rejection of it.
Why did Nian Lun send it to me at this time? Didn't she want me to notice this and become suspicious of the library?
Watching Walnut running around busying around, Hitzfeld, who had some free time, sat on a chair in the living room, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
Then she saw the pigeon.
The pigeon that was given the mystery had its IQ greatly improved. It was obviously very scared of Hitzfeld because of what happened to its companions, and it had been squatting on the clothes hanger at the door far away from Hitzfeld.
But because it had become smarter, it realized that this was its absolute master. So it didn't dare to stay too far away. When it felt her gaze sweeping over it, it immediately flew to her hand and bowed to her in a flattering manner.
"Wait here." Hitzfeld stroked its little head, "Help me deliver a letter later."
There was ready-made paper and pen in the drawer of the dining table. She took them out and started writing on the table, writing down some of her requests and doubts in the letter.
Then she looked at the letter and then at the pigeon, slapped her forehead, and smiled helplessly.
This creature is no less powerful than a black owl. It has great strength and endurance, and can carry large packages across the ocean.
It is not out of the category of "pigeon" and it is impossible to fly to Venn holding the envelope.
Fortunately, this was not a difficult task. She went to the tool room and casually polished a wooden cylinder as thick as a bird's leg. With some effort, she rolled up the letter paper and stuffed it into the cylinder.
Tie this thing to the bird's legs and the pigeon can roll away.
Hitzfeld watched the pigeon fly away, wanting to try out how far the "same vision" ability could last.
It seems like it can keep on running...
Even if the pigeon flew out of sight, she could still clearly capture its perspective.
But her spiritual thoughts and spirit would continue to burn, so she tried to actively shut down this ability and successfully blocked the second perspective.
From this perspective, if I find more small animals to possess spirits, wouldn't I be able to know the entire Blackwood City, or even the entire world, without leaving my home?
Hitzfeld smiled softly, she knew this was impossible.
On the one hand, there is an upper limit to the amount of spiritual thoughts that humans can accumulate, and they cannot support so many spiritual creatures at the same time.
The second was a premonition, a very strong one, warning her that doing this would not end well.
"How good can my fate be now?"
Turning back to the house, Hitzfeld planned to think about the materials for the spirit possession.
At the same time, Dongquan Island.
A Borean sea eagle descended from the dark clouds, its broad wings creating a whirlwind. It accurately found a two-story building in the settlement and flew in directly through the open window.
It was afternoon now and the owner of the house seemed to be asleep. Not only was the front door locked tightly, but even the small door to the bedroom was not opened.
The Borean Sea Eagle has a large package tied to its feet, and it walks on the floor with it, as easily as if it were taking a stroll.
The door of the next floor was ajar. It squeezed into the corridor, went down a few steps, found the bedroom where its owner lived, and knocked on the door with its beak, "Dong Dong Dong".
"Who is it..." A lazy female voice came from inside, and it was obvious that she was not willing to wake up from her dream.
The Borean Sea Eagle couldn't speak, it just knocked on the door "dong dong dong, dong dong dong" over and over again.
Xia Yibing was almost annoyed by the noise.
She really didn't understand. She had finally managed to find and kill the deeply hidden traitor yesterday, but those people wouldn't even let her have a good night's sleep?
Wait a moment?
She suddenly widened her eyes and remembered that she seemed to have locked the door before going to bed?
She is the only one who has the key to the door downstairs, and those guys don’t have the courage to climb up through the window, so could this thing knocking on the door be... ?
Xia Yibing flew up from the bed like a spring, not even bothering to put on her clothes. She pulled out a revolver and pressed it against the door, looking at the scene outside through the peephole installed next to it.
Then she smiled happily, opened the door, and hugged the Borean Sea Eagle in her arms before it could get frightened.
"It's you, Black Owl. I knew you wouldn't keep me waiting too long."
"quack!?"
The big bird was almost unable to breathe in her embrace. Its head moved back and forth in the soft wrapping and it chirped in panic.
But Xia Yibing's focus was not originally on it.
After getting the big package, Black Owl was quickly abandoned.
It stood on the table and watched Xia Yibing unpacking the package, with its head tilted, as if it was still a little confused about what was going on.
Is that dangerous-looking gray-haired human on good terms with her?
Judging from their fur color, they are not of the same breed. This is not the relationship it thinks...
