This heretic cannot be burned, he must be hung up and whipped!

Neos looked around, seeing the complex equipment and the excited scientists, and raised an eyebrow. "So, I heard you invented a machine that can replicate me in batches and produce five loaves and two fishes infinitely? Can you replace the five loaves and two fishes with five cannons and two tanks?"

Engler choked on his champagne and started coughing. Harber scratched his head awkwardly: "Well, the news may have been a bit exaggerated..."

Neos laughed. "Okay, tell me, what did you invent?"

Haber led Neos to the equipment and began to explain their breakthrough: "We have successfully achieved the direct synthesis of nitrogen and hydrogen under industrial conditions. This means that we can produce ammonia on a large scale - you know ammonia? Ammonia is the basic raw material for making fertilizers. "

"——Okay, okay, I know. I also know about nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium and kilocalories!" Neos began to speak again, words that no one in this era could understand.

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"Actually, you really don't need to explain so much. I know all these techniques, but I don't know the details." Neos's memories of going to school more than ten years ago began to emerge, and the names of those serious people in the textbooks were standing vividly in front of him.

He knew that these geniuses sometimes just lacked an idea, a correct research direction, and he could just allow scientists to skip many trial and error steps.

"For example, you can reuse the waste gas from your ammonia production. This waste gas can be directly turned into ammonium chloride and soda ash!"

The conversation between the scientists suddenly stopped, and everyone's eyes turned to Neos.

"Although I've forgotten the specific details of Hou's—er, that alkali production process," Neos continued, tapping his fingers lightly on the metal reactor, "I remember that by passing ammonia and carbon dioxide through a sodium chloride solution, you can produce large quantities of fertilizer, and the by-products can be recycled. Is that correct?"

There was silence in the laboratory. Suddenly, a young assistant's eyes lit up and he took a step forward excitedly.

"Commander, you're right! Sodium bicarbonate will precipitate first, and we can then use the difference in the solubility of ammonium chloride to purify it! Genius, a genius idea!" Harber's voice trembled with excitement. "You are not only a military genius, but also a master of chemistry! You must be the incarnation of Om's Messiah!"

A faint smile crossed Neos's face. Being praised by the great men in history books brought him immense satisfaction. Several other researchers chimed in, and for a moment, the praises were endless.

"Your insights are truly unique!" "This kind of thinking is beyond the imagination of even professionals like us!" "A perfect combination of military command and scientific talent!" "The Philosopher King! This is the Philosopher King!"

Amidst the compliments, Neos' chest unconsciously straightened higher.

"Actually," Neos coughed, "this is all basic knowledge. If you want to see, I can make a batch of fertilizer myself right now."

As soon as these words came out, the whole room was boiling.

"Great! Om Messiah is about to appear!" "Go! Go!" "Go, go, go!"

Soon, a large group of people followed Neos and headed towards the synthetic ammonia laboratory.

"Should we stop the commander? What if something goes wrong in the experiment..." Harber whispered to Engler.

"Let's see what happens," the old professor sighed. "At least in his laboratory, there won't be any dangerous substances. Besides, the commander knows magic, so he can protect himself—right?"

Neos strode into the ammonia synthesis laboratory, his eyes quickly scanning the various equipment and reagents. He pointed to a small high-pressure cylinder and asked, "What's in this?"

"That's liquid ammonia we just synthesized, Commander," an aide explained. "It's very dangerous, at four atmospheres of pressure. It requires special—"

"Only 4? That's a small amount!"

But Neos had already strode forward and unscrewed the valve of the cylinder without hesitation. The pungent ammonia fumes immediately filled the room, and the faces of several old professors turned pale.

"Commander! This is too dangerous!" an assistant exclaimed.

Neos laughed heartily. "Danger? Not dangerous to me! I can solve the problem with a spell!"

He cast a spell to protect the scholars who were watching, and at the same time added a layer of protection to himself to isolate himself from possible toxic gases.

He casually picked up a beaker on the table and sprayed liquid ammonia directly into the water, creating ammonia water. The liquid seethed in the beaker (liquid ammonia boils at around -30 degrees Celsius at normal pressure). Although shielded from the pungent ammonia odor, the people around him retreated.

"This... In my academy, this kind of operation will result in all your credits being deducted! Ugh—!"

An elderly professor, seeing this scene with his blood pressure soaring, fainted on the spot. The apprentice behind him hurriedly supported him, pinching his Ren Zhong acupoint while shouting, "Commander! Please comply with laboratory safety regulations!"

"I've already solved the safety issue with my magic! I can't even smell the gas, and even if it explodes, I can protect everyone. What kind of accident could possibly happen?

I am the Messiah of Om, this cylinder bag cannot explode. If it explodes, it means I am not loyal! Cylinder, are you loyal?

The pressure gauge needle of the cylinder shook slightly, and suddenly a stream of ammonia was sprayed towards Neos, as if trying to push him out.

"A cylinder of loyalty never explodes!"

As he spoke, Neos reached out and grasped the air, using magic to force the escaping ammonia back into the water. He picked up the beaker on the table and poured out the solution inside without even checking its contents. Relying on his powerful psychic powers and his skill and courage, he completely ignored the horrified looks around him.

Several old professors in the back line were so angry that their faces turned red. Two of them even fell to the ground holding their chests and were hurriedly helped out by the students.

Surprisingly, after Neos's manipulations, some white crystals appeared at the bottom of the beaker. Neos' eyes lit up, and he reached out and fished out the crystals, holding them high.

"Look!" he proudly announced, "even a layman like me can easily rub fertilizer by hand!"

The scientists and researchers present, who were already fully armed and wearing protective suits, had expressions that said, "You can only do this experiment at noon because something will go wrong sooner or later." Neos rubbed the white crystal and threw it back into the beaker.

After a few minutes he began to feel nauseous, which he initially thought was an illusion, but he found that the symptom was becoming more and more obvious.

"Something's wrong," he muttered to himself, his voice becoming hoarse. "I've clearly taken precautions. I can't even smell the ammonia..."

He felt chest tightness, shortness of breath, dizziness, and difficulty breathing. His hand, which had just touched the crystal, felt somewhat stiff. An indescribable feeling of nausea washed over him.

"Something's wrong!" Neos said with difficulty, cold sweat soaking his shirt. "Is there something else in the beaker just now?"

Before anyone could react to the sudden turn of events, Neos was already staggering out the door, one hand on the wall to support his increasingly heavy body. As he stumbled out the door, his eyes inadvertently swept across the words on the doorplate:

"Schrader, Ambrose, Little, and Linde Insecticide Laboratories"

"Insecticide? What kind of insecticide is that strong? Wait, that's a weird name... Schrader... Ambros... Ritter... Linde—SARIN? Sarin? Sarin?"

The capital letters of several names formed a word that looked somewhat familiar.

"It's broken." Neos only had time to say these two words before he fell straight down.

"Hurry up and save them!!!"

The needle of the cylinder in the laboratory shook.

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Red Tide: 1921: Chapter 50: I'll Show You How to Make a Deal with the Devil

Inside the medical station, several doctors and nurses were busy surrounding a bed. Lying on the bed was Neos, who had just demonstrated his "hard work of hand-kneading fertilizer" at the Agricultural Research Institute.

"My pupils are constricted, my muscles are stiff..." Cold sweat continued to drip down the doctor's forehead. "Oh my God, what kind of toxin is this?"

While the doctors were still trying to understand the true nature of the toxin, Camp One's Emergency Committee had already assembled in the command tent outside the medical station. Inside the tent sat several senior officers from the Ninth Army, their faces etched with solemnity. Reverend Amos, acting mayor of Camp One, had also been allowed to attend the meeting.

"According to the medical station's report," Valentine said calmly, "Neos lost consciousness after being exposed to an unknown toxic substance. The medical team is currently doing their best to treat him..."

Before he finished speaking, Amos suddenly jumped up from his seat and slammed his hands on the table.

"boom!"

"Conspiracy! This is a heretical conspiracy!" he shouted. "My Lord, how could our savior be poisoned?! This scientist must be a heretical spy, he must be a demon. Capture him!"

Several officers in the room exchanged glances, and Lieutenant General Edgar raised his hand to signal Amos to calm down.

"We understand your anger, but we can't jump to conclusions without solid evidence. Professor Schrader, the head of the research lab, has been providing us with important agricultural technology support..."

"Schrader?" Amos's voice became even more angry. "Is that the Shinra guy? He and the other three, their names..." He searched anxiously in his mind, "Ambrose, Little, and Lind! The laboratories of these four people! Neos' last words before he fell into a coma were precisely the word Sarin. This is not a coincidence!"

"... Neos is the incarnation of the Om Messiah, the chosen one of God, no, he is our God!... If anyone dares to harm him, it would be a betrayal to all mankind!"

Amos suddenly turned around and rushed out of the tent, heading straight for the concentration camp next door, which was Himmler's territory.

Himmler was reviewing a report on an experiment conducted on heretical prisoners in his concentration camp office when the door suddenly opened and Priest Amos rushed in with a livid face.

"Colonel Himmler!" Amos gasped, "Seal off Schrader's laboratory immediately and arrest him and his accomplices! Lord Neos has been poisoned by them!"

Himmler put down the document with a frown on his face. When he heard the news, his expression did not show much fluctuation, but the experienced intelligence officers around him noticed that his fingers twitched slightly.

"Master Neos?" Himmler asked cautiously, his voice unusually calm. "Are you sure?"

Amos nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! I saw it with my own eyes! He collapsed in the laboratory! Those damned heretic spies, they developed some kind of poison!"

Himmler's vigilance immediately reached its limit. Neos—the demigod who had slaughtered the heretic legion commander like a chicken—had actually been brought down?

"This is no longer an ordinary heresy. Even Commander Neos has fallen into its trap. We must be cautious!" Himmler muttered to himself and made a quick decision.

He stood up and said in a low voice, "I will immediately arrange for the capture of these traitors and detain them in the most secure room in the concentration camp."

Himmler knew he was facing an extremely dangerous enemy. He walked outside and whispered a series of orders to his adjutant. A large number of elite troops were urgently mobilized, explosives and machine guns were quickly deployed, and Himmler even brought in a Holy Inquisitor assault gun to stand by!

Himmler finally said: "Go and tell Dr. Schrader to come to the institute for a meeting. Remember, everything should be natural and not arouse suspicion."

Veteran Green was chosen for this mission. He had experienced countless dangerous missions and possessed exceptional mental fortitude. Green changed into his standard guard uniform and calmly approached the greenhouse area. He found Schrader testing a new insecticide, intently observing the small insects on a row of plants.

"Dr. Schrader," Green said calmly, even with a hint of a smile on his face, "The institute has an emergency meeting and requires your immediate presence."

Green stood there relaxed, his eyes alertly following Schrader's every move. His right hand hung at his side, fingers slightly curled, ready to draw the pistol hidden under his coat. His center of gravity leaned slightly forward, ready to attack or defend.

Schrader frowned and put down the notebook in his hand: "Now? What is the meeting about?"

"Commander Neos' orders, Doctor," Green replied, his voice flat but his eyes never leaving Schrader's hand.

Schrader sighed and took off his protective gloves. "Okay, I'll be right there."

He called his guards and followed Green toward the research institute. Along the way, he noticed that there seemed to be more soldiers patrolling than usual, which made him feel uneasy. And out of sight, dozens of snipers had their sights trained on him and the guards.

When they arrived at the institute, Green signaled Schrader's guards to remain in the lobby: "Colonel Himmler said that this is Neos' order. All guards must wait in the lobby."

Schrader hesitated and looked at his guard, who shrugged helplessly, indicating that he could only obey orders.

"Okay, I'll go myself. Where is the meeting room?"

Green leaned slightly to the side and said, "This way, Doctor."

As Schrader approached the conference hall's door, a wave of unease washed over him. The hallway was unusually quiet, devoid of any of the usual noises of a meeting. Just as he was about to push the door open, four heavily armed soldiers suddenly burst out from behind it and tackled him to the ground!

"I'm here for a meeting, what are you doing?" Schrader screamed in fear, struggling to stand up. "I want to see Commander Neos! Let me go! Commander! Someone is rebelling!!!"

Amos walked quickly out of the conference room, wearing an iron helmet designed to protect against the forces of Hell. In his left hand, he held up the "Sacred Records," which recorded Neos' every word and action, to buff himself. In his right hand, he held a silver cross with an eagle emblem and announced loudly:

"According to the decision of the Ninth Army's State of Emergency Committee, you are accused of conspiring with Ambrose, Little, and Lind to use your 'research' as ​​a cover to carry out a plot to assassinate Neos, the Lord of Humanity!"

Schrader's mouth opened in shock. "What? This is ridiculous! We were just researching pesticides to kill eryishanqi! We were trying to protect crops! I never intended to assassinate the commander!"

Amos didn't answer him and continued to read the pre-prepared "Decision": "The Decision states that Schrader, Ambrose, Little, and Lind, four spies sent by the heretics, took advantage of Lord Neos's inspection of the Agricultural Science Academy to collude with each other, secretly conspire, and plot to assassinate the Lord of Humanity, committing a series of crimes against humanity.

Therefore, the Ninth Army Emergency Committee has decided to place the four of you under quarantine for investigation!"

After Amos finished reading the "Decision", Himmler handcuffed Schrader and took him and the remaining three scientists through the back door to the Großkörtz concentration camp. Several of the scientists' guards seemed to hear the noise outside and stood up to leave. At this time, Valentin saw that the time had come, and immediately took the veterans of the guard regiment to knock the guard to the ground, immediately confiscated his gun, and sent them to the concentration camp to be locked up in a small dark room.

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Himmler personally escorted Schrader into the basement of the gray building in the concentration camp, where three other scientists were already imprisoned. The walls of the interrogation room were covered with thick soundproofing material, and blood-stained torture instruments were placed in the corner. But to everyone's surprise, before Himmler even had a chance to use them, the scientists rushed to confess.

"That compound was originally designed to target the nervous system of insects!"

"We never thought it would work on humans!" "Yeah, we haven't even finished basic testing on it yet!"

After several separate interrogations with the same result, Himmler paced in front of them with an expressionless face, his boots making a dull tapping sound on the brick floor.

"So," he suddenly stopped and turned to Schrader, "if a person is poisoned by this, what should be done?"

The four scientists looked at each other, then shook their heads helplessly.

"The sample size is too small," Schrader replied bitterly. "The Commander is the first person to be infected with this toxin so far. We don't know which treatment will be effective yet, because there is no second patient!"

Himmler narrowed his eyes, adjusted his lenses, and after a moment's silence, nodded: "I understand."

He turned and left the interrogation room, leaving the four confused and uneasy scientists behind.

From the time he sent the scientists into the torture chamber to the time he came out with the intelligence, only three minutes had passed.

The water in the cup on the desk was still warm.

He picked up the phone and said, "Immediately ship all the remaining pesticides in that laboratory to the concentration camp. Since there are no second patients, we will manually create a second batch of patients!"

Less than fifteen minutes later, shrill whistles and shouts rang out in the concentration camp courtyard. A team of heavily armed guards was herding dozens of heretic captives toward a small gray building.

"Hurry up, heretic scum!" A guard whipped a staggering prisoner with a whip. "Get in!"

Several sharp-eyed prisoners noticed that there was a shower head mounted on the ceiling of the room, and some of them whispered to each other in surprise.

"Look at that! It's a shower!" "Finally, I can take a shower!" "Yeah!!"

Among the prisoners, a Jewish businessman with a big belly and slightly fancy clothes suddenly broke into a sweat.

"boom!"

As soon as he entered the room, the heavy iron door slammed shut. Through the glass observation mirror, Himmler stared indifferently at the confused and uneasy prisoners in the room. He nodded to the technician beside him.

"let's start."