The Fire Chaser of the Collapsing World

There was a moment of silence in the office.

Famas lit a cigarette as if no one was there, and took a few puffs.

"Dr. Mebius, what do you think?"

"Hehe, look with your feet..." she mocked in a low voice.

"Dr. Mebius?"

"It's not difficult to imagine, this is a very normal phenomenon. The reason why humans develop gunpowder weapons and electromagnetic weapons is because the strength of the human body has its limit, and it is not enough to support cold weapons with greater destructive power. These weapons are equivalent to raising a The lower limit of human combat power allows an ordinary person to have standard combat power after simple training."

Mebius looked at Himiko with a half-smile, "But Captain Himiko is another special case. Because her Houkai is highly adaptable, she can use a small amount of Houkai to carry out Fighting, which makes her physical fitness much higher than that of 'ordinary people' in a short period of time, in this case, hot weapons will limit her upper limit of combat power, but cold weapons are more suitable."

Famas coughed twice, stubbed out his cigarette, and said silently, "Dr. Mebius, after all, you still want to restart the Soul Steel Project..."

The corners of Mebius' mouth twitched slightly, "I don't understand, apart from being a little more expensive, there is nothing wrong with the Soul Steel Project."

Famas narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Mebius. It was not beyond his expectation that Mebius would admit so frankly.But the more this is the case, the more he feels that Mebius is brewing some more amazing plan-the Soul Steel Project, as Mebius said, has no disadvantages other than being expensive, and it will not bring anything risk.

This is too inconsistent with Mebius' style.

"Unfortunately, it would be great if I could install eyeliner in Mebius' laboratory..."

But on the surface, he showed a helpless expression.

"Dr. Mebius, I want to remind you that the cost of soul steel cannot be described in expensive words. According to your budget, the cost of one gram of soul steel is even enough to rebuild the fifth team... Captain Himiko, please Forgive me for saying that."

"Besides, how many fighters like Himiko can you find? Can they really surpass a whole team on the battlefield?"

Mebius chuckled twice, and handed a list to Farmas.

"It is indeed a single digit, but this is only the result of my rough investigation. How about Famas, the Soul Steel Project plus...well, the Honkai Warrior Project, this is the most effective way for human beings to fight against Honkai."

Famas glanced suspiciously. Immediately behind Himiko's name were Ken and two surviving members of the fifth team.

The one below has no name, only recorded appearance: a woman with long pink hair who is suspected to be from the Far East.

And the sixth and last name was specially written in green ink——

Mebius.

Famas threw the list on the ground.

Mebius seemed to have expected this situation long ago, she just sneered, "What? You asked Himiko to come here to chat? In fact, you also know in your heart that this is the best plan."

She picked up the list on the floor and left the office talking to herself.

"Forget it, let's go."

Until Mebius left for a long time, Famas still slumped on the chair.

"If Mebius' plan is just like this... then that's fine..."

He looked at the masked man who hadn't left yet.

"Poison Chrysalis No. 007, give Vasago two orders for me."

"First, focus on the survivors of the fifth team."

"Second...forget it, there is no second one for now."

"clear."

Under the heavy mask, came a clear and cold female voice.

When there was no one in sight, Famas turned around and turned on the computer, and created a new encrypted file:

[Honkai warrior plan:

Should be used in conjunction with Soul Steel Project.

List of known executables:

Scar

Himiko

Mikael

Alicia

No. 007 poisonous pupa

Program Assessment: The level of danger is extremely high!There is no guarantee that the fighters who use the Honkai power for a long time are on the side of humans, or are bewitched by the Honkai.Moreover, the human body's utilization rate of Houkai energy is extremely low, and it seems difficult to exert its due effect.

Summary: There is potential for implementation. If the situation continues to deteriorate, or if a breakthrough is made in technology, and the utilization rate of Honkai Energy increases, implementation can be considered.At present... as far as the few fighters who have mastered the use of Honkai... let's just let it go...]

Famas lit a cigarette again, and the office was once again shrouded in mist.

"Sure enough, Mebius and I don't get along very well..." He said to himself half-mockingly and half-jokingly.

Mebius was right. The reason why he asked Himiko to confirm the situation was because he wanted to restart the Soul Steel Project and create a warrior like her who could use the Honkai energy.

In the end, it turned into opposition for the sake of opposition...

So he selected the document and prepared to send it to Mobius' mailbox through the intranet, but after thinking about it, he changed it to the scheduled sending tomorrow morning.

As if remembering something, Famas sent another letter to Dr. Spaci: "The serum that relieves the symptoms of Houkai mentioned the day before yesterday, please be sure to give a copy to Captain Himiko of the fifth team."

Chapter 12 The Covenant with the Snake

Mebius returned to the laboratory, biting his nails excitedly.

Although both the "Soul Steel Project" and the "Honkai Warrior Project" were ruthlessly dismissed by that old Famas, it doesn't matter.

Those plans were just smoke bombs released by her, and the "Honkai Warrior Project" had nothing but the list.

And all of this is just to cover up that craziest idea.

After the second collapse, she accepted Herrscher's corpse without a doubt, but... like most biological research, dead specimens are never as valuable as living samples...

Just thinking about it, someone rang the doorbell of the laboratory.

"Hehe, my little white mouse really didn't break the appointment."

The door opened automatically, and just like last time, Mikael was still fully armed, not a single bit of skin was exposed to the air.The purpose is also to conceal the identity, but this time the object of the concealment is no longer Mebius, but the moth that chases the flame.

Mebius didn't even look back, and pointed to the door on the right, motioning for Mikael to go in.

"Go away with your funny outfit. There's no third person here."

A light blue light flashed, and the chemical protective suit and mask disappeared.

"Dr. Mebius..."

"What's wrong, little white mouse? Do you want to go back on your word?"

"No, I just want to remind you two things, Doctor."

"Oh?" Mebius finally stopped biting his nails, and turned to look at Mikael behind him.

None of the lights in the laboratory were turned on, only the computer on her desk exuded a faint fluorescent light, intertwined with her green hair.

The darkness prevented Mikael from seeing her facial features clearly, but her voice was undoubtedly lowered.

"Say something!"

"The first thing... Dr. Mebius, you should be clear that you and I are in the same room. As the Herrscher, I have the means to kill you before the fire moth finds out." Mikael's voice Calm and indifferent, as if talking about a trivial matter.

"Why, are you threatening me?" Mebius' tone became a little playful, "Don't worry, I have already said that it is hard to find a special and obedient guinea pig like you, before losing interest in you, I can't bear to destroy your perfect sample."

"Yeah." Mikael nodded, "I believe that, but..."

"Dr. Mebius, can you put away the body of the Second Herrscher?"

Mebius frowned and stood up to see that the room she pointed to Mikael really contained the half-dissected body of the Second Herrscher.

I don't know whether it's because Herrscher's body is special, or the preservation technology of Moth Chasing Fire has been developed to such a degree—although nearly two days have passed, there is neither bad smell nor fishy smell in the laboratory.

So much so that Mebius has been back to the laboratory for a while, but he has not discovered this problem.

"Damn Blanca, her mind is full of men... Huh, forget it, next month she can save her bonus and use it for research expenses..."

Mebius resolutely blamed Blanca in his heart, not caring that he also forgot about it.

"Why, is your current mood a sympathy?" Mebius sneered, his eyes fixed on Mikael's expression for the first time, and his fingers behind his back were also groping on the table, leaning on the table. on a small red button.

Unexpectedly, Mikael nodded very frankly: "Maybe... Maybe it's sympathy, maybe it's something else, anyway, it's undeniable, I'm a little confused."

Mebius let out a breath slowly, pressed a button, closed the door of the laboratory on the right, and opened the laboratory on the left.

The corner of Mikael's mouth twitched...

Is this the local tyrant...

But the strange feeling in my heart did gradually calm down.

"how should I do?"

He looked at a pile of familiar but unnamed instruments in the laboratory, and felt a little dizzy for a while.

Mebius stood behind him and said without thinking, "Take off your clothes first."

The laboratory was eerily quiet.

"Ahem!" Mikael coughed twice, only to see that Mebius had turned around consciously.

"Stand inside the instrument three steps ahead to your left, and close the hatch."

Mebius commanded without looking back.

After hearing the sound of the cabin door closing, she walked to the console and quickly found the corresponding button among the densely packed buttons.

A few seconds later, the data of Mikael's whole body appeared on the computer screen next to the console.

Ignoring meaningless data such as height and weight, Mebius looked at his whole body scan image at first glance.

"Sure enough... Is there an extra gem on the chest? Is that the same Herrscher's core as the second Herrscher..."

"Come out, get dressed yourself, then turn seven steps to the left, then thirteen steps to the right, do you see that instrument?"

"Boom!", "Hey!" It was the sound of Mikael falling that answered her.

"Dr. Mebius, can you turn on the light?"

Mebius covered his chest, took a deep breath, and two seconds later, all the lights in the laboratory were turned on.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Under the strong light, the two sneezed almost at the same time.

Mikael untied the data cable wrapped around his feet, walked to the instrument that Mebius said, and then...

"Pfft... Well, I'm sorry doctor, I have no other meaning!"

Mebius had appeared beside him at some point, and took off the Famas photo sticker stuck on the instrument target without blushing.

"Face this, punch it, do your best."

With a gloomy face, she said succinctly.

"Don't worry, it's common for my laboratory to emit a little Houkai reaction, and the fire moths should be used to it. I have also upgraded the upper... limit of the instrument's withstand force according to your physical condition..."

Before he finished speaking, Mikael punched it casually, and the number on the instrument began to rise rapidly, and finally stopped at 999 pounds.

"Perfect, one knife 999, it's a brother, come and cut me!" Mikael couldn't help laughing at the magical number he punched casually, whispering words that only he himself understood.

Mebius' breathing was obviously a little heavier, and under the large white coat, her slender fingers gradually clenched into fists...

"Mikael..."

"What's wrong, doctor."

"Be more serious! The upper limit of the instrument is 9999 pounds!"

What follows is nothing more than some normal physical examination items, even if there are occasional abnormalities - such as the tolerance of spicy food, such as how many catties of potatoes can be eaten in one breath...

These items are at least placed in Mebius' laboratory, and they are absolutely normal items, so normal that people feel abnormal.

"Okay... that's all for today's experiment, you get lost... you can go."

Mikael blinked, "Doctor, did you just want to tell me to fuck off..."

Mebius was too lazy to pay attention to this person who farted eight times in a row in her small laboratory after eating ten catties of potatoes in one sitting.