The Terra Travel Diary of Neither Sacred, Rhea, nor Terra

Arturo on the side was speechless. Didn't you just sprinkle salt on it?

However, Christen did not dwell on the deliciousness of the skewers for too long. She realized that if she continued like this, the topic would definitely go off topic.

"So, you are curious about what this bonfire is about?" Miku asked, clapping his hands and picking up a skewer to eat.

"Yeah," Christen nodded. After all, it was a bonfire that could maintain this ambient temperature during a cold wave. If the principle could be explained and replicated for mass production, then the cold waves that had plagued Colombia for many years would be no problem.

"Emmm, with the technology you have, this kind of bonfire can be replicated, and it can also solve the problem of cold waves."

Miku said, not surprised that Christen would have this idea:

"But before that, you must first understand one thing, that is, the coldness of the cold wave is not just simple cold."

"Not just cold?" Christen only knew that the cold wave came from the Sami Ice Field in the north. It was a strange weather phenomenon that could not be predicted and could not even be regarded as a weather phenomenon.

Because this cold wave is not a traceable meteorological movement, but a catastrophic climate that suddenly appeared in a certain area of ​​Colombia.

Perhaps the cold wave that is breaking out in Tikarendo has not affected the surrounding cities.

Just like the most common Originium disasters in the world of Terra.

"It's similar, but not the same thing." Miku said to Kristen:

"This kind of coldness is more like a kind of memetic pollution."

"Memetic pollution?" Kristen asked in confusion. It was not the first time she heard this term from Miku.

She didn't know if the memetic pollution that Miku was talking about was the same as the memetic pollution she knew.

"It's the same thing, but you don't know everything, which is not surprising."

Even for pioneers, their knowledge of things is limited to the reality they are exposed to. Miku knew this very well and did not explain in more detail what memetic contamination is. He just continued:

"Simply put, the greatest impact of memetic contamination is that it can change reality."

"Change reality? In other words, the cold brought by the cold wave is actually the reality changed by memetic pollution, not real cold." Christen immediately understood what Miku meant.

"No, no, no, it's the real cold. After being changed by the meme, it becomes reality. Or to put it another way." Miku smiled and waved his fingers and said:

"However, the cold wave that this mobile city of ours is experiencing is only the aftermath of real memetic pollution. The changes to reality will gradually be replaced by new reality."

When the cold becomes a reality, the real cold will naturally be adjusted back due to the convection of cold and hot air currents.

"What about this bonfire?" Kristen felt that it was impossible for Miku to explain what memetic contamination was for no reason.

"This bonfire is an alternative way to prevent memetic pollution from changing reality." Miku raised his foot and pushed the stone next to the bonfire, making the flames in the bonfire higher, and then said:

"It has many names, such as soul fire, bonfire, dream lamp, etc., but I prefer its other scientific name."

"Scranton Reality Anchor."

"Scranton Reality Anchor? Wait, this is the Scranton Reality Anchor?" Christen, who realized what Miku was talking about, looked at the bonfire on the ground in surprise.

"Oh, it seems that your world has a Scranton Reality Anchor?" Miku's face showed the same surprise as Kristen's.

Arturo, who was skewering meat, didn't react much because she didn't understand what Miku and Kristen were saying at all.

Specifically, Arturo knew what a reality anchor was and what effects it had.

The wizards of Leithania have long used magical methods to stabilize the baseline of reality, or even destroy it.

What Arturo couldn't understand was what kind of meaning and value the Reality Anchor had in the eyes of physics pioneers like Kristen.

"Yes... However, this is just a concept in Rhine's life. No, this concept has not appeared at this time." Christen replied to Miku.

"Oh, is this what the ancient human from Friston told you?" Miku nodded with an expression of understanding.

It's not surprising that the Terrans could use their technology to create the Scranton Reality Anchor, but there's no demand for it in the tech tree.

But for the ancient humans in this world, it is very normal.

Interstellar civilizations that have just emerged from their cradle will often encounter times when they need this kind of technology.

"Is it the evil demon from the Sami Icefield?" asked Christen, who thought of many things in an instant.

"Well, you can also call that kind of thing evil spirits, or high-dimensional demons, or reality twisters or something like that." Miku nodded and looked into the distance and continued, "It's also a galaxy-level natural disaster."

"Natural Disaster" After spending a long time with Miku, Kristen's PTSD for the word "Natural Disaster" has been much less.

"General?" Kristen couldn't understand why Miku used this slightly contemptuous tone.

words to describe a natural disaster.

"Yeah, it's just average, and I just despise those guys, they are so weak." Miku shrugged.

In just a short while, Miku finished most of the skewers by himself, as if he really came out just to eat the skewers.

"But even if he is a weakling, he is still a very dangerous enemy to you Terrans." Miku said as he took out the keychain that was specifically used to analyze the world.

The keychain belonging to the high-dimensional devil has become so hot that it can be used as a hand warmer.

"But...the previous cold wave didn't cause any special circumstances except that it was a little cold." Kristen asked with some confusion.

Cold waves have occurred in Colombia more than once or twice. Perhaps before the founding of Colombia, this kind of catastrophic weather that occurs from time to time has been roaming this wilderness.

But until Christen broke through the star pod, no one had heard about the major disaster caused by the cold wave.

At most, there would be casualties in a block of a mobile city due to some reasons.

The danger level is far less than the Originium disaster that requires the mobile city to split and escape.

"Because, someone has been protecting this world." Miku smiled and put away the key chain.

"The northern countries?" Christen also knew that the northern countries were fighting against the evil spirits.

But if the evil demon is really a river-level disaster as Miku said, can Sami, Ursus and Da Yan stop it?

"This world doesn't just have Terrans." Miku said again.

"...other guardians?" Christen said silently.

"Unfortunately, those guardians are too far away. I can only light this bonfire that anchors reality first. The reason you couldn't receive my communication before is because I separated the two worlds." Miku said to Christen.

"...What do you mean?" After hesitating for a moment, Christen showed a look of horror on her face.

"It's just that ordinary civilizations often commit suicide. This is actually a good habit."

Miku had a used expression on his face and pulled out another skewer of meat from the campfire.

101: Why is this game still not shutting down?

"What are these?"

Looking at the indescribable twisted black fog that drilled into the underground pipes, the commander, feeling a sense of fear from the bottom of his heart, asked the beach umbrella staff around him.

"I don't know either. I'm just a killer. My job is just to deliver these things to you and get you out safely when necessary."

The Liberian, dressed in a black suit and looking more like a successful person than a killer, spoke to the commander who was in inexplicable fear.

The Liberian, who was almost entirely black except for his skin color, thoroughly enjoyed the terrified look on the commander's face.

Because when he first saw these monsters in the Hive Laboratory of Beach Umbrella, which were said to be cultivated using corpses stolen from the Sami Ice Field in the north, his reaction was no better than that of the commander.

"Are these things really the power used by the Ursus Internal Guards?" The commander, who forced himself to suppress the inexplicable fear in his heart, asked the beach umbrella killer named Jason beside him.

"At least that's what it says." Jeston shrugged and said. Even though he was shrugging, the Liberia man who claimed to be a killer still tried hard to make his movements look elegant enough.

"At least that's what it says?" The commander did not express dissatisfaction with Jeston's ambiguous answer, because the Ursus Internal Guard was too mysterious, and few people had seen the true strength of the strongest Ursus troops.

It was only through hearsay that I knew that the inner guards possessed a very terrifying secret power that could change the situation on the battlefield in an instant.

The commander was a little nervous, not knowing where the Beach Umbrella Company got this power from and whether the Ursus people knew about it.

Even though the inside of his protective suit maintained a constant temperature of around 20 degrees, the commander still felt beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Have your troops been deployed to the designated locations according to the company's requirements?"

Looking at the commander's nervous look, Jeston felt a sense of inner pleasure.

In the past, this senior official at the department head level in John's mother's office would be a big shot who needed flattery by Jeston.

Now that the other party is desperate, I can still point fingers at him with the support of the company, and even decide his life and death at will. Isn't this the intoxicating power?

"Of course, they are already in place." The commander, who had no idea what Jeston was thinking and wouldn't care even if he knew, nodded and said.

"Very good. The Beach Umbrella Company has prepared a Xiosta beachfront vacation villa for His Excellency the Commander, and the new identity certificate is also ready."

Jeston said with a fake smile.

The commander waved his hand, not wanting to think about the future.

As for the so-called Xiosta Beach Resort Villa and its new identity, it is just the last resort.

Following the commander's orders, although they were beaten all the way, at least all of John's mother's troops who were still in organization arrived at the underground area.

It formed a standoff with the area where the robots of Rhine Life were stationed.

But that's all. If the commander orders another attack...

The order was so fierce that even if these soldiers, who were already somewhat reluctant, did not refuse it, they would at least engage in passive resistance to the greatest extent possible.

All the soldiers are very clear that after the cold wave is over, the current commander should be replaced.

We are still stationed here according to orders, only because the commander did not withhold supplies.

For mercenaries and bounty hunters who have participated in many corporate wars, this is a very rare advantage.

"Hey, do you feel a little cold?" A soldier named John's mother, a local of Tikarendo, squirmed closer to his companion and asked.

"It's cold, of course. Right now, it's -70 degrees Celsius above our heads. Even if we have protective clothing now, it won't be much better."

Soldier Mama John, also a native of Tikarendo, glanced at the temperature indicator on the protective suit and said.

Even more than ten meters underground, the temperature indicator still showed -30 degrees.

The combat protective clothing for low-temperature environments distributed by the company can only prevent these soldiers from freezing.

"How do you think those mercenaries ahead can hold on?" The soldier who asked the question first was just making small talk, perhaps because he was too cold.

Although the mercenaries he mentioned who were at the front of the battlefield also received low-temperature combat clothing, compared with the protective clothing of Barry and Tom, the company's direct troops, they were only thicker cotton jackets.

And in order to ensure combat efficiency, it cannot be too thick.

"Maybe he's used to it." Another soldier said nonchalantly, "I heard that many mercenaries are from Ursus, and it's much colder there."

"It seems to be like this. It's not easy at all." The soldier who asked the question nodded and sighed.

Ursus is in a state of chaos right now, and as a result many mercenaries have gone there to make a living.

But the Ursus people are quite vindictive, unlike the companies in Colombia, which can tolerate these mercenaries jumping around for the sake of profit.

Therefore, mercenaries who have made some money often have to leave Ursus and go to other places, such as Colombia, to continue making a living.

When the soldier who sighed was about to continue talking, the soldier who was curled up beside him and was responsible for answering questions suddenly took the initiative to speak:

"Are you feeling any warmer?"

"A little warmer? No, that's not right. It seems to be a little warmer." As they spoke, they both turned their eyes to the temperature indicator on their wrists.

The temperature on the temperature indicator not only did not rise, but continued to drop.

"Strange." The two soldiers were immediately curious as to why they felt warmer even though the temperature had dropped.

Because the passage was already dark, many lights were turned off to ensure the concealment of the position.

Neither the two soldiers of John's mother nor anyone else saw wisps of black smoke spreading in the darkness.

When the black smoke touched their cryogenic protective suits, it penetrated directly without any hindrance.

The only feeling the soldiers corroded by the black smoke had was that the surroundings seemed to become a little warmer... This was also their last active consciousness.

"What happened back there?" The captain of the Sarkaz mercenaries at the front line seemed to have noticed something and glanced into the darkness behind him.

The Sarkaz mercenaries didn't mind much that their own troops were placed at the front line, while John's mother's direct troops were placed at the back.

Or to put it more directly, if it is not arranged this way, or the other way around, it would be something I would rather care about.

The mercenary captain's words immediately attracted the attention of other mercenaries, and they all looked back.

Not long after, these mercenaries noticed that all of John's mother's direct troops in the rear position seemed to have been killed?

But it doesn't look like they are all dead.

The Sarkaz mercenaries, not understanding why this situation had occurred, were at a loss.

Unfortunately, the centurion during the Kazdel Civil War who was able to command these Sarkaz mercenaries had died in battle.

Without unified command, the Sarkaz mercenaries were unable to make the most appropriate judgment in the first place.