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There are several test sites at the Perpetual Motion Institute headquarters. They are now going to the No. 3 test site. Amid the rumbling sound of gears, people follow the elevator hidden on the ground and sink down. Not many people can enter the test site. Apart from the emperor's close ministers, they are high-ranking officials of the empire, the elite among the elite.

As they slowly descended, a loud tremor suddenly sounded, as if a giant beast was roaring underground, and the wall dust beside them fell down. Wei Xi brushed away the wall dust that fell on her shoulders calmly. No one showed a panic expression on their faces, because this space has nine different isolation layers, including 3-meter-thick concrete walls, 50-centimeter-thick high-strength red-grained steel armor, and even a large solidified psychic matrix engraved with white mercury... A large amount of graphite powder was filled between the isolation layers, and the black gunpowder that could blow up the meeting hall was just a drizzle here. Such explosions happened every other day in the test field of the Perpetual Motion Institute, and it was not worth making a fuss about.

Soon, they entered a huge space, with stacked steel platforms located high up. Looking down from above, the space was divided into three areas. The left area was filled with shelves and metal boxes. All the box lids were open, and inside were various small equipment. On the right was a live-fire drill field, where a strange steel behemoth was spraying rumbling gunfire, and mechanics came forward from time to time to record data. The last area was fully enclosed, with researchers in white lab coats configuring strange powders and solutions around the research table, and then throwing the shells equipped with powders or solutions into a deep well, which spurted out flames three or four meters high, as well as thick yellow smoke. The researchers calmly put on their gas masks, talked and laughed with each other, waiting for the smoke to dissipate. There were two metal ropes buckled next to the wellhead, and the ropes extended to the bottom of the well. Obviously, they were still interested in going down to see the results of the explosion.

No one showed any interest in the arrival of the emperor and high officials. They barely looked up and waved, and it was unclear whether they were greeting their director or the director's boss. The mechanics who came to greet them naturally changed their clothes and blended in with their busy colleagues... These were a group of lunatics who pursued science and mechanics. Only if you discussed new knowledge with them would they treat you as a human being.

Emperor Odin was also very troubled by these people. He did not come to the Perpetual Motion Center very often, because no matter how a normal person struggled, he could not get rid of the rhythm of these psychopaths. He sat on the throne with a lightning-like gaze to conquer the world, but these psychopaths played jazz music and sang and danced around him. Originally, Odin's scheduled trip was to go to the hot spring town of Jarmankar in the southeast of the empire. After gaining a comprehensive advantage in the first phase of the war, he needed to take care of his body. In the hot spring town, psychics would perform rituals for him to inject some vitality into this old body. This autumn trip was almost unshakable. Jarmankar's palace was not too big. It was adjacent to a clear river, but there were no trees to shade it. It was bathed in bright sunshine all day long. There were not so many red tapes in this palace. Emperor Odin could soak in the hot springs like ordinary people, drink a glass of white wine stored in the palace cellar, and then take a nap leisurely leaning on the pillow.

But this year, Odin had to postpone the trip because the urgent message sent to him by Director Gabija began like this: We may have seen the end of the war, and the gods are pouring weights on the scales... If Emperor Odin didn't know Director Gabija too well and knew that she never made a move without a target, he would have thought that the people of the Perpetual Motion Institute had finally converted to the Silver Moon Church. But he still ordered the change of itinerary and returned to Yalai, because there were only two situations in which Director Gabija used the emergency communication authority to contact him, either the Perpetual Motion Institute wanted to increase the budget again, or they had made a discovery that was too important to lightly assemble an army.

"We synthesized Prontosil in the laboratory using the information provided by Count Monty, and then obtained colorless sulfonamide through drug cleavage. But sulfonamide drugs have a characteristic that they can only take effect after entering the body, not in a test tube. We conducted animal experiments, which were very successful, but even the researchers who made it themselves found it hard to believe that a dye could treat human pneumonia and sepsis." Adele whispered.

"So, how did you solve this problem?" Emperor Odin looked back and saw that Abigail, who had been following him, had disappeared. Bondang signaled to him with his eyes. Odin squinted and looked for several times before he found his saint from a pile of white barrels... She was taking a wrench and busily dismantling a strange bird-wing-like thing. From time to time, she opened the spray gun to weld. The blazing flames flashed and extinguished, and the dazzling light was like a flash of magnesium, while other researchers surrounded her and handed her parts, like a group of goldfish poop.

"We sought help from the person in charge of the field hospital and transported back a group of wounded soldiers with serious injuries. As you know, they are basically just trying to survive, so they are not averse to participating in our experiments... Of course, we gave them enough pensions."

Odin nodded: "It's a very wise decision. You are indeed an outstanding talent, Miss Adele, because you are the most patient person in this organization." He said this because Director Gabia also disappeared from his side. So far, Adele was the only one still giving reports in the Perpetual Motion Institute.

Adele showed a proud expression, "Our biochemistry department is indeed better than the military machinery department. After Miss Abigail showed us the way, we immediately made breakthroughs in our research on bacteria. Unlike the Military Machinery Department, there are only a bunch of hardworking idiots. Even with the enlightenment of the young lady, they always get stuck. They work day and night and still need the young lady to answer their questions. The young lady's slender fingers should be pointing out the way in the sterile environment of the laboratory, instead of working with a bunch of reckless men." Her proud expression turned into heartache.

"Perhaps in view of our contribution to the development of sulfa, you can keep the lady with us for another seven days?" Adele rubbed her hands and asked tentatively.

Emperor Odin stared at her expressionlessly. These words seemed familiar to him. The emperor was lost in thought for two seconds, then suddenly remembered that this was exactly the same as Gabia's accusation when he sent Abigail to the battlefield. Here it comes again, the feeling of the psychopaths singing and dancing around him.

Adele shrank her neck. The sense of elitism she had when they first met was gone. Although her scientific research ability was superb, her ability to pull down other departments was even better. "Five days is actually okay. If it doesn't work, three days, three days. We are actually a little interested in penicillin, a superior alternative to sulfa, and the speed of producing results is definitely the fastest in the Perpetual Motion Institute..."

"I think we can get back to the experimental results, Miss Adele," Odin said, patting her shoulder.

"Okay, Your Majesty." Adele was a little listless. "In fact, after using sulfa, our wounded soldiers' infection mortality rate dropped from 39% to 3.8%. Moreover, sulfapyridine is more effective than sulfa preparations. It is lethal to pneumococci, meningococci, and gonococci. It can reduce the mortality rate of patients with lobar pneumonia from 25% to 4%. We have been making continuous improvements over the past two months. While obtaining clinical results, we have also mastered the technology of industrial production of sulfa. As long as we get your approval, these drugs can be immediately distributed to the frontline soldiers in a short time."

"Are you telling the truth?" Emperor Odin suddenly stopped.

"This kind of effect... this technology must not be allowed to leak out!" The voice of a senior military official trembled violently. These high-ranking and powerful people who are calm in the face of chaos rarely show such shock.

Even in a world with psychic powers, the killing effect of sulfa on streptococci and other bacteria can still be called a dimensionality reduction attack. There were no fools present, and everyone could realize the huge benefits contained in this.

"How many people know about this? What about the wounded?" Emperor Odin asked coldly.

"The list of insiders is on the last page of the document. Your Majesty, all the injured are concentrated in the Perpetual Motion Institute. Director Gabia has issued the highest level of prohibition. Now, except for you in person, no one is allowed to enter or leave the Perpetual Motion Institute headquarters." Adele added: "My experimental team participated in the whole process. Now there are heavy guards outside the laboratory. No one except me can come out."

"That's not enough. Let the Black Crows and special military law enforcers get involved. No information can be leaked out." As he said this, the emperor's face, which was already too hard, became even harder, and every line was like the blade of a sword.

An official ran away behind him. Soon, the Black Crows and the law enforcers in the shadows became active. Any suspicious person who approached the Perpetual Motion Institute was thrown into the iron prison. The suffocating tension spread to every dark corner of Yalai with the black figures. The personnel on the periphery did not know the inside story. They only knew that whoever approached Snowden without orders would die.

"This is the sample we made." Adele took out an emergency medical kit from the bag at her side. There was not much in the kit, a roll of gauze, a pack of hemostatic powder, four tablets of sulfonamide, several pieces of medical tape, and two painkillers. "The production capacity of the Perpetual Motion Institute cannot meet the rations of the three fronts of the army. We need to open a factory outside, Your Majesty." Adele shrugged and handed the sample to Emperor Odin. "My task has been completed. The laboratory still needs me to manage it. Next, Director Gabia will introduce other achievements to you."

The red-haired woman glanced reluctantly at Count Monti in the crowd, then turned and left accompanied by the black-clad soldiers.

The officials behind the emperor looked at each other, their eyes flashing at high speed. They were thinking, thinking hard. With this magic medicine, the war situation would change drastically. They had to find a new plan. This medicine would eventually spread out. Before it spread out, they had to dig out the biggest piece of cake for the empire and themselves.

Emperor Odin put the first aid kit in his arms and slowly walked down from the platform, accompanied by psychics. Some soldiers held the guns on their waists, and the safety of all guns was on. The soldiers on the high ground were watching everything below, and they would draw their guns without hesitation at the slightest sign of trouble.

In fact, their vigilance was completely useless. Emperor Odin and many high-ranking officials were too familiar with the style of these people. When the army was equipped with weapons, the mechanics came out of the train in the mountains with boxes. After the delivery, they hurriedly explained a few words and only left the instruction manual that was as big as a brick, not to mention teaching any tutorials. They also had no concept of status. They would still restrain themselves in front of the emperor, but as for other people, who are you?

With sulfa as a weapon, Emperor Odin lowered his expectations for other weapons. The mechanics under Gabia were certainly top experts in weapons technology and a fountain of creativity, but they might not always be able to find the right target, and sometimes they would come up with something ridiculous - just like a person who has a lighter but still has to get a stone from the bark of a tree, rub the hay to make fluff, stack them together, and use fire drills to make fire.

Fortunately, there are always one or two truly practical items out of every hundred, which is enough to offset the expenses paid by the empire.

The emperor went down to the left area first. Many researchers were debugging equipment in boxes and shelves. A general from the military department picked up a half-meter-long iron pipe that was 60 to 70 millimeters thick. One end of the pipe had two short tubes with rubber covers, and underneath was a metal pistol handle and trigger. He asked, "What is this?"

The researcher looked at him, aimed at the space board above, opened the safety, and pulled the trigger. A rolling fire dragon passed through the air, and the scorching wind hit people's faces. This kind of thing should not be used in a confined space. The other researchers continued to do their own things. Playing with fire in a crowd was not considered out of the ordinary for the psychopaths at the Perpetual Motion Institute.

"Disposable assault flamethrower - Type 3 modified. The tube is equipped with high-pressure special fuel. When the trigger is pulled, it is ignited by the friction spark. This thing has a range of thirty meters and the combustion temperature can melt steel."

"A surprising work." Emperor Odin nodded. "It is very practical and can be equipped on a large scale to frontline troops." This improved weapon is not large in size, very suitable for concealment, and does not affect the carrier's use of the original weapon. It can be foreseen that wherever it appears, it will become a burning hell on earth.