Wearing protective goggles, Connors carefully picked up a crystal powder the size of a needle tip with metal tweezers. Under the illumination of the bright lights of the base, the fine powder seemed to constantly reflect colorful light. He squinted his eyes, looking at it again and again for a long time, utterly engrossed.
Then he faced Nolan, who was standing aside, and Jessica, who stared with wide eyes. He said firmly: "Although I am not an expert in materials science, I dare to use my knowledge reserve to guarantee that this is definitely not a substance that can be created with today's technology, especially since it has the ability to create illusions."
"Nolan, you said this was a trophy obtained from a monster with a bull's head like a minatour?" Connors lowered his tweezers. "I will take the time to look up similar myths and ancient legends to see if I can find any clues."
"Then I'll trouble you, teach." Nolan, crossing his arms, blinked. He lowered his head, thought for a moment, and said softly: "At least this incident didn't cause any bigger trouble. Although I don't know what happened to this thing, it also gave me a warning."
"We need to gradually formulate rules and regulations. In the future, we must not take trophies we don't know about from the battlefield without authorization. Even if we take them, we need to go through careful and strict testing measures."
"Understood, boss!" The words had just fallen. A smiling Connors was about to speak, but Jessica, eager to try, raised her arms first, clearly excited by the idea of new rules.
"If you're that energetic, I'll give you extra training!" The expressionless Nolan glared at Jessica, squashing her enthusiasm immediately.
Then, he turned to Connors and asked: "By the way, teach, do you know any other scientists? I feel like our team's scientific foundation is still too weak. As long as they're not completely insane, I can cover funding and equipment support."
Hearing Nolan's inquiry, a trace of embarrassment seemed to flash across Connors' face. He gently lowered the metal tweezers. He raised one arm and gathered the increasingly sparse, greasy blond hair on his head. "Nolan, I hate to disappoint you, but I'm just a high school biology teacher. Most of my old classmates either switched careers, or they weren't exactly impressive to begin with. I'm afraid I don't have anyone worthwhile to recommend."
The expressionless Nolan nodded slightly. Then, he announced that the meeting was over. Connors continued to direct David in building the laboratory. Jessica was rushed off to physical training.
Nolan blinked his cyan wolf eyes and sat down at the metal round table. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and picked up a handful of the crystal powder.
Nolan directly opened the simulator page and focused on the crystal powder in his hand. He planned to test whether the simulator could detect the origin of this substance.
The display flashed, and information appeared instantly:
[Unknown strange object: ashes of ancient remains]
[Note: A precious magic weapon polished and cast from the ancient remains of unknown creatures. It has been sacrificed and baptized by countless human flesh and blood for thousands of years.]
[Its hard body was annihilated into powder by an unbearable force, but its harmless passive abilities still remained.]
[Note: A certain amount of powder can allow the holder to create an illusion that is just like the real thing, but has no other use.]
[Note: Please look for other harmful substances, ashes are worthless to the simulator.]
Nolan subconsciously opened his cyan wolf eyes wide. He originally just wanted to give it a try, with no expectation of success. But the simulator actually detected some information! Maybe in the future, the simulator could also be used as a verification instrument?
Nolan blinked. He closed the simulator page. He reached out and grabbed more crystal powder.
As the thoughts spun in his mind, in an instant, the gray hair on Nolan's head, Leman Russ heart transfomation! Even his cyan wolf eyes changed back to their original color.
A smiling Nolan stared at the blurred reflection on the metal tabletop. He felt the thick palm that had not really changed, but only deceived his vision. He was silent for a moment and suddenly murmured to himself: "Aha... I have occasionally worried that after undergoing more transformations, I might be completely insulated from human society. But now, I have no worries."
Then, Nolan narrowed his eyes and threw down the crystal powder. His body once again returned to that of a gray-haired man with wolf-like eyes.
The Terminator power armor placed in the base hall was being torn into pieces by David. One by one, the thick ceramic armor plates were dismantled, exposing the complex electro-fiber bundles and metal pipelines of unknown function inside.
When he reached this step, the movements of David's metal palms slowed considerably. He often took a long time to think before disassembling a single electro-fiber bundles. With such a cautious attitude, David seemed to be dismantling a time bomb rather than a piece of powered armor.
At this time, Nolan was sitting at the metal round table. He occasionally checked on the "iron man" who had been working all day. Then, he drank a few sips of iced Squelch leisurely and continued to flip through the thick book in his hand.
Nolan was certainly not acting as a supervisor. He was trying to learn Low Gothic. Nolan had accidentally found a lot of books and texts, such as an "Imperial Defense Manual," among the salvaged debris. He wanted to understand how to build an Imperial Guard in a more systematic way. So, Nolan had to regain a learning mentality, comparing the text translated by David while trying to learn the new language.
At this moment, accompanied by a slight, metallic sound and a flash of electric light, an electro-fiber bundles that David had not yet finished disassembling slightly deformed. It seemed to have suffered considerable damage.
Nolan subconsciously raised his head. He stared at David's tall back and whispered, "David, I think you need to take a break..."
"My Lord... This is just a trivial miscalculation." Having said that, David still put down the electro-fiber bundles in his metal palm. He turned around, walked to the side of the metal round table, and said to Nolan: "My Lord, it's really strange. The disassembly method and time were exactly the same as before, but there was still an unexpected mistake... I thought there was no Machine Soul in this Terminator, but now it seems that is not the case."
"I do have an old way... Try burning incense and worshiping according to the Eastern ritual?" Nolan frowned and put down the thick book. He rubbed his nose with his sharp fingertips. "As for whether it works, only God knows..."
Hearing Nolan's words, David shook his metal head. The blue light in his eye sockets flickered slightly. The mechanical voice seemed full of helplessness: "My Lord, I think we need the guidance of professionals... even if the other party is just a low-level servant of the Mechanicus."