Will the kemonomimi encounter Alien Ranch Story?

Carbon dioxide solid is a colorless solid, but it appears white due to the refraction of light. When combined with other condensed air gas impurities, it appears grayish-white.

Moreover, because they are extremely fine, they are like endless volcanic ash falling from the sky, sublimating and disappearing halfway down the road.

This is indeed a spectacular celestial phenomenon on a habitable planet, provided that you, like Xia Lin, are in a warm indoor environment, viewing the scenery through a double aerospace composite observation window, rather than inside a wooden hut.

After receiving the farmer's warning, the infected people didn't hesitate and ran away without even packing their belongings, grabbing their bedding and running. Only now is half of the greenhouse planted, and the other half has just been harvested; otherwise, there wouldn't be enough room for so many people.

When it comes to natural disasters, none of the Terrans are fearless; they'll run if they can, and they'll never stay put and fight it out.

Moreover, Xia Lin understood why even a blizzard-type natural disaster like this forced the mobile city to flee—it had no choice but to.

At such low temperatures, alcohol and lubricants will solidify. If it were in the center of a low-temperature storm, even oxygen might solidify or liquefy. Blue snow would start falling from the sky, and people would suffocate just by looking at it. Nine out of ten people in the city wouldn't even have to wait until they freeze to death.

"But this doesn't make sense. How can Originium particles absorb heat against entropy? Or is there something else involved in the endothermic reaction, or is it forming a natural compression-diffusion cycle that generates heat transfer?"

Xia Lin was completely baffled as to how this ultra-low temperature gas cloud was created, just like the spaceship's refrigerant had leaked.

After Yelena ran around settling the infected people into the large greenhouse, working up a sweat, the vanguard of the low-temperature ice storm arrived. The descending cold air mass formed a high-pressure cyclone. No normal cold air mass in nature was as heavy and descended as this thing, since a large portion of the gas in it was about to liquefy into droplets.

This eventually forms a strange cyclone with high pressure on the outside and low pressure on the inside. The innermost core, which is the coldest, is in a relatively low-pressure state because carbon dioxide and some oxygen have begun to undergo sublimation and liquefaction. Meanwhile, the atmosphere that is still in a gaseous state, which is flowing in from the outside, forms an extremely dense high-pressure air mass.

It was like being inside a gas compression liquefaction machine. Warm air was sucked in from the top and turned into a strong, cold wind that swept across the ground. Almost instantly, the natural disaster struck, freezing all the surrounding trees to death. Waves of frost spread in all directions along with the cold wind.

This was Xia Lin's first time witnessing the power of the Terra Cataclysm, and it was indeed quite terrifying. No wonder the locals had no means of dealing with it, or even any thought of resisting it.

Even in the briefest moment the edge of the cyclone swept past, the various buildings on the farm emitted creaking sounds as the boards contracted due to thermal expansion and contraction.

Even with high-powered heating equipment, Xia Lin felt that the indoor temperature had dropped by at least 2-3 degrees Celsius.

The temperature dropped even more in the large greenhouse, but fortunately, he was somewhat confident in his power output, and the temperature quickly rose again as the central control system automatically increased the output power.

But even a minute or two of the low temperature made him realize that if he hadn't been wearing proper environmental protection clothing outside, he would probably have had to ask Yelena to treat the whole village to a meal.

However, the Covenant's equipment withstood the test, which is to be expected. It can withstand methane-rich planets with temperatures as low as -203 to -207 degrees Celsius, so this cold storm with temperatures as low as -90 degrees Celsius is nothing to it.

Even if they can withstand it, most of the crops in the field will be wasted this year. No matter how much genetic modification or alteration is done, they can't withstand this level of cold storm, not even with plastic film.

However, it's hard to say about those that haven't sprouted yet or have just sprouted. The cold wind sweeps across the ground, but there's still a relatively warm space between them and the ground.

Moreover, the earth's specific heat capacity is not low, and the heat transfer speed is slow. If this ice storm only sweeps through briefly and then continues to warm up, then there is still hope. However, the harvest will be reduced, which is unavoidable.

Compared to Xia Lin, who was worried about the harvest in the fields, the others who took refuge in the greenhouse were much more at ease. The fruits and vegetables in the greenhouse were growing well, and although the temperature had indeed dropped a lot before, it quickly rose again because of the heaters and the large number of people.

Ivan and the other shield guards, who were busy running around, were still drenched in sweat, but they weren't worried about the harvest at all.

It wasn't confidence in Xia Lin's measures, but rather confidence in the power of the natural disaster—

You still want a harvest after a natural disaster? Are you living in a dream? There's no harvest at all anyway, so what's there to worry about?

By evening, the largest cold cyclone had passed, and the cold air mass generated by the natural disaster was also moving, heading further north towards the ice desert. The cold wave that swept across the farms had slowed down.

Due to the influence of ambient heat and geothermal activity, the power of cold waves is relatively milder. However, temperatures of minus 60 or 70 degrees Celsius are still unsuitable for normal outdoor activities, which is roughly equivalent to traveling in Antarctica during the winter without the appropriate equipment.

Of course, this refers to normal people. The three hunters trekking through the snowstorm were obviously not normal people. "I, I, I think I need a cup of hot tea. I think I see lights ahead." Ghost Shark, who was the least resistant to the cold, was already pale and was trudging through the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

"Without light, you're hallucinating from the cold..." Goredia's face was also covered in frost, literally; there was nothing in front of her except for the moonlight reflected off the snow.

"Don't sleep, you'll die." The last hunter seemed to be in a bit of a predicament. Her high-density and compact fat and specially structured skin could effectively resist the invasion of cold air—of course, she still couldn't withstand the terrifying ice storm from before.

"I'm not going to make it, Captain. You guys go first. Remember to scatter my ashes into the sea—" Ghost Shark slapped himself into the thick snow with a peaceful expression on his face.

"Hey, I told you not to sleep!" Gloria slapped him twice, and Specter stood up again, symmetrical bloody handprints on his face. "Captain, was it really necessary to be so brutal?!"

"I'm afraid you'll fall asleep, and if you fall asleep now, it will really be gone."

"I might as well die. We haven't eaten anything decent for three days, we haven't even had water, we can only swallow snowballs..."

Ghost Shark looked utterly dejected. She even suspected that Skadi might have secretly hidden some food. What else could it be?

How did she maintain and accumulate so much fat? No, judging from this, the captain probably also has some food hidden away.

"Shut up! If you really can't stand it, just wipe it off with a snowball." "There are definitely buildings ahead..."

The last hunter looked ahead and vaguely saw something that looked like a building.

"I..." Gretia wanted to say that she shouldn't have any dealings with land people, but seeing the frost on her two subordinates' faces and their pale complexions, she couldn't bring herself to say it. "Alright, I'll go take a look first..."

Goredia quickened her pace, carrying her spear. There was indeed some kind of building ahead, its dense walls covered with a layer of sharp ice waves.

However, both the structure that looks like a hydroponic dome and the main building still have lights.

And it was only then that she noticed the ground beneath her feet was covered with mulch to protect it from the cold and moisture. The seedlings, more than a foot tall and frozen to death, stood densely packed like sword blades pointing straight to the sky. This was the same scene all around her, clearly indicating that this was a farm that had suffered a disaster.

She had heard about the natural disasters on Terra and had read documents and observation reports, but compared to her own experience, the information in the documents and reports was too euphemistic and not realistic enough.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk!"

"Hmm!?" Xia Lin, nestled in bed, put down her data tablet and looked up to exchange a glance with Yelena, who was also reading a book on a small bed not far away. "Someone's knocking?"

"Hmm, the sound from downstairs..."

"At this time?" Xia Lin looked out the window. Under the moonlight, fine snow was falling, and the electronic thermometer showed an outdoor temperature of -63.2 degrees Celsius.

"What the hell?!" At this moment, someone knocks on the door. It's like you're spending the winter at an Antarctic research station, and it's freezing cold and blizzard outside. At this moment, there's a knock on the door of the research station—it could be the opening of a suspense novel.

"I'll go check. You put on your clothes and protective gear, grab your gun, and be careful..."

"Okay!" Yelena jumped off the bed quickly, put on her coat and shoes, and went to get the gun from the cabinet.

Xia Lin put on her protective gear and clothes, and checked her weapons before going down the stairs. Now, the knocking began for the second time.

Chapter 55 Skadi Kills the Little Sea Monster with Three Swords

Chapter 55

With a "click-click-click" sound, the workshop door slowly rose, revealing a pair of long legs completely covered in ice and snow, followed by a slender and graceful waist. Most striking was a head of flowing silver hair, reflecting the moonlight. It was hard to tell whether the moonlight or her hair was more radiant and translucent.

The tall woman held a black spear upside down in her hand, pointing it diagonally at the ground, and appeared harmless.

However, Xia Lin knew that with this stance, the opponent only needed to quickly step forward and raise the gun blade to stab him into a candied hawthorn shape.

However, it was all for naught. Xia Lin hid behind a cover about five meters away from the gate. The cover, made up of a semi-circular obstacle, ensured that the enemy couldn't just lift a hand and he would be gone. The Falcon assault rifle in his hand gave him full confidence to fight back.

"A firearm? No, that's not right." Goredia didn't care about Xia Lin's vigilance. If it were her, she would also grab a weapon and be on guard if she knocked on the door on this snowy night when no one was expected to come. In fact, Xia Lin's vigilance seemed normal to her.

But what was abnormal was his "gun." As the Argonaut's Technical Administrator, Goredia recognized it at first glance—it was a hammer-shaped "gun." Even if those barbarians had given her replicas of the First Men's weapons, which they cherished and considered precious, she wouldn't want to use them, let alone study them—but this thing in front of her...

“Alright, I meant no harm…” Goredia released the spear in her hand. Whether it was the Iberian hand cannon or the Lateran gun, she was confident that these things were useless against the Deep Sea Hunters.

The former is powerful, but if you can't hit it, it's useless. In close combat, what actually counters firearms is people.

Instead of comparing speed with bullets, all weapons used by humans have weaknesses, and the biggest weakness is the human being—just as the biggest weakness of a fighter jet is the pilot.

The latter's power was so great that she couldn't even be bothered to dodge it, and if she used etching bullets, the rate of fire was too slow, and if the first shot missed, she would be in serious trouble.

Next comes the hunters' time to mow down the grass with unparalleled skill, but Xia Lin's thing is different.

"Rapid-fire electromagnetic cannons... I knew those guys weren't telling the truth." Goredia was starting to think that the Argonauts were sometimes too arrogant. The land dwellers had developed this kind of technology, yet they didn't even bother to report it.

Argonauts may not care about firearms, but electromagnetic weapons with drum magazines are a different story. As the saying goes, no weapon can truly defeat a person.

However, the methods to counter someone wielding automatic weapons definitely do not include a long spear and a warrior skilled in melee weapons.

Before a machine gun, all are equal. There is no difference between veterans and new recruits. No matter how skilled you are or how quick your reflexes are, when faced with a barrage of bullets, you either put a thick armor plate in front of you or wait to die.

Especially after Yelena wisely chose not to take a rifle and instead appeared with the automatic electric hot shotgun made by Xia Lin, Goredia felt even less capable of breaking in, and of course, she had no intention of doing so.

“I meant no harm. My companions and I are lost. We’ve encountered this snowstorm and we need warm water, food, and clean clothes.” As the leader of the Technologists and Deepsea Hunters, Goredia had no idea how to communicate with people, especially land dwellers. Even when she asked for help, it sounded like she was giving orders.

"How many people?" "Three." Gretia didn't hide anything. She disdained to hide anything and had no need to. As long as it didn't involve the secrets of the deep sea, the hunter had nothing to hide.

Even if it involves the secrets of the deep sea, there is nothing they cannot say. The reason they don't say it is because land dwellers simply don't believe it, so as not to waste their breath.

Land dwellers are short-sighted and contemptible. It's pointless to talk to them about the great horrors of the ocean. Their eyes are only on the narrow land area, and they only care about their daily petty struggles. It is unwise and immoral to talk to them about these topics.

Is it fair to wake them up from this iron house and subject them to such immense terror?

[I have to say, this conversation between Xun Ge and Lao Qian is absolutely brilliant...]

"Okay, I'll arrange a bed for the three of you. Don't cause any trouble." Xia Lin nodded. As long as the other party didn't do anything drastic, taking in one more person wouldn't be a problem. It's better to make good connections than to bluntly refuse and create an enemy on the spot.

Some people believe that people's hearts are unpredictable, so they keep their own little corner of the world tightly hidden and absolutely do not allow "unreliable" people in.

But they never considered that because people's hearts are unpredictable, if you refuse so readily, do you know that the other person is a broad-minded and reasonable person?

Knowing full well that the King of Hell is easy to mess with but his underlings are difficult to deal with, Xia Lin would never do something so seemingly cautious but actually foolish that would offend people all over the world.

Those with ulterior motives are easier to deal with because they'll weigh the pros and cons. The real problem is offending those who are just looking for amusement; they'll feel wronged and humiliated and then try to cause trouble in every way possible. [Don't underestimate these people; a quick browse through online book review sections or other book review forums will reveal a huge number...]

There are still plenty of spaces in the large greenhouse, enough to accommodate three women without any problem. The only thing that intrigued Xia Lin was that all three of them had the same silver hair and red eyes, and their appearances were quite similar, only their temperaments were different.

The leader had an arrogant look on his face. Although he wanted to thank them and ease the atmosphere, he really didn't know how to speak, making the other infected people who helped him extremely embarrassed. Fortunately, everyone was taking shelter from the storm at Boss Xia's place, so out of respect for him, they could only avoid interacting with each other and there was no question of a fight breaking out on the spot.

The silver-haired girl was a natural social butterfly; after drinking a cup of hot tea and eating some freeze-dried vegetables and grilled chicken skewers, she instantly perked up.

However, although she was enthusiastic, she was also neurotic and not very good at talking. She was even worse than the leader and offended a large number of people in less than fifteen minutes.

On the contrary, the girl with pigtails at the end was much better. It wasn't that she was arrogant or couldn't speak, but rather that she was too naive and lacked interpersonal skills.

So he didn't know how to communicate with others, and could only squat in a corner with his sword most of the time.

He provides water and food, remains quiet and unassuming, and never does anything out of line. He answers all questions honestly, making him seem like the easiest of the three to get along with.

Patriot, 'Boss Xia,' glanced at the three hunters and pulled Old Xia aside. 'Do you know anything about these three people?'

"I don't know, someone just knocked on the door. What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"His identity should be fine, but..." His strength is a big problem. He is confident that he can take down the silver-haired guy without his equipment, and he will have to be fully equipped before he can try to defeat the one with the greatsword. As for the one leading the team, he really has no confidence that he can beat him.

“I know, but they shouldn’t mean any harm here. My only worry was the agents sent by Ursus, but I stopped worrying about that later.”

"Why?" Patriot asked curiously. He could understand the concern for Agent Ussass; he had initially had the same suspicion, given how rare it was to find someone with such strength.

"If all the agents in Ursus are like this, specifically picking out the best fighters, practically blatantly 'I'm special' on their faces, then I have nothing to worry about."

Xia Lin complained, "They're obviously not cut out for this line of work."

"That's true, but we must be careful. It could be troublesome if it's the emperor's personal guards..."

"That's true." It's impossible for a professional agent, but it's not impossible for some top-level expert from the Imperial Guard.

Three nearly frozen fish were placed in a corner of the large greenhouse, far enough away from everyone, among a group of lush green plants. The worst thing they could do was steal Xia Lin's fruits and vegetables. However, this was something the hunters would never do.

"Captain, what do you think?"

"Sit and watch," Gretia slowly stirred the vegetable soup in her bowl. The bright red tomatoes, the lush green cabbage, and the tender, sweet onions—it was quite a show of sincerity to prepare such a meal in this place of ice storms.