Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

"Hey, Neos, my good friend, you can't blame me!"

Newt gasped, holding his injured index finger carefully, and complained to Neos: "It's all Herman's fault. If he hadn't screamed suddenly, I wouldn't have been frightened and cut my finger!"

The marshal and Hercules both turned to look at the other end of the room - this large room was the experimental site of the scientific research department of Broken Dome, and was divided into two halves by an intermittent yellow line in the middle.Half of it was filled with monster guts and tissues, while the other half was littered with electronic instruments and papyrus.

Obviously, this is the dividing line finally determined by two scientists after a long period of fighting over territory.

Herman is standing in his field, behind him is a huge sliding blackboard, densely filled with formulas and numbers.

Hearing his colleagues putting the blame on himself, Herman, instead of being annoyed, proudly raised his chin, tapped the blackboard with the tip of his cane, and said to the three Neos who looked over:

"Gentlemen, I am not shouting because I am insane, but I have discovered their patterns from the monster attacks over the years! Marshal, you must still remember, right? Initially, the interval between monster attacks was 24 weeks, and then It was twelve weeks, six weeks, then every two weeks.”

The marshal frowned: "Go on."

"The Sydney attack was only a week away." Herman stared at his bright black eyes, the depths of his pupils full of enthusiasm for seeking answers.He tapped the blackboard with his cane: "Within four days, it may develop to the point where a monster will emerge from the 'rift' every eight hours... until one appears every four minutes!"

There was silence in the room, Stike and Hercules' expressions were as serious as water, and only Herman said in a voice little higher than a whisper: "Marshal, sir, I'm afraid there will be a double attack within seven days."

"Mr. Gottlieb." The marshal looked at Hermann walking towards him and briefly considered his words, "I want to drop a 2400-pound thermonuclear warhead into the 'crack'. What I need There’s a lot more data than you can predict right now.”

Herman opened his mouth anxiously, but before he could say a word, Newt, who had bandaged the wound, said in a sinister tone: "Well, I'm afraid it can't be done. Because he can't give you anything except predictions." come out."

"And you! What are you doing?!" Herman limped forward angrily and pointed at Newt's chest with his cane. "Every day you dump your monster intestines and leave the internal organs everywhere! Every day It’s all like this, it’s endless—”

"Gentlemen!" Nios stood up suddenly, as if he was carrying a chicken.Holding one in each hand, he pulled the two scientists away, "Now is not the time to quarrel. Please focus on the key points!"

Herman glared at Newt fiercely, then hung on Neos's hand and said to the marshal: "Numbers don't lie. Politics, poetry, promises, these are all empty lies. . Numbers are the closest thing we have to the pen of God! Now the numbers tell us that there will soon be a double attack, then a triple, then a quadruple, until-"

Newt stuck out his tongue and made a hanged face: "——Until we are all dead~"

"For God's sake, Newt!" Herman roared, "Can't you just leave me alone for a while?!"

"Okay! Okay! In that case, why don't you all listen to my opinion!"

Newt broke free from Neos and said to the Marshal and Hercules: "Boss, you must know why we grade monsters, right? Because each of them looks completely different. I mean some look like crabs, some look like sharks, some look like—"

"Dr. Geisler!" Hercules said sternly, "Please get to the point."

"Ok! ok! You are all busy people and don't have time to listen to scientists. I understand!"

Newt pulled over a surgical cart, with two rectangular stainless steel containers placed on it, and the containers contained porous monster internal tissue.

"These two pieces of meat look similar, right? But one of them comes from the monster that attacked Sydney, and the other comes from Manila, which is--" Newt looked directly at Hercules, "--Six Years ago. These two monsters have never met before. They look completely different, but their genetic structure is completely the same."

Newt swallowed and looked around the room: "Do you understand? They are not beasts, but 'biological weapons' cloned by some kind of intelligent life."

There was silence in the room, except for Hermann who whispered to Nios: "As you can see, he is completely crazy."

"Hey hey hey! Herman! Don't rush to make personal attacks!"

Newt pushed out the largest one from a large number of culture tanks, in which a piece of octopus-like monster internal organs was suspended in the tank with a large number of cables and hoses. Even though it was broken to this point, it still remained alive and even Use a blood vessel to suck the tempered glass that makes up the tank.

"This is part of the monster's brain!" Newt's tone was like Santa Claus distributing gifts, excited and happy. "Unfortunately, it was damaged and a little weak. But it is still alive, there is no doubt about it." If I can plug in electrodes for it, like the Mecha Hunter dual-pilot neural bridge, and it—"

"You want to have synesthesia with the brain of a monster?!" Hercules's expression - as if he had just eaten a mouse head from the canteen food and found that only half of it was left - was almost To spit it out.

"That's right." Newt said confidently without noticing anything was wrong. "This way I can find the standard method of passing through the 'rift' from the monsters' memories."

The marshal took a deep breath, lowered his eyes and stopped looking at Newt. He turned to Herman and said, "Mr. Gottlieb, put your research results on my desk as soon as possible."

Herman immediately showed a happy smile, put his legs together, raised his left hand, and saluted the marshal with a non-standard military salute: "No problem, sir!"

"What?!" Newt exclaimed, "But gentlemen! Synesthesia with monsters may be the most exciting discovery of this century!"

"That's it, Mr. Geisler." The marshal nodded indifferently, "See you later."

After walking out of the scientific research department, the marshal stopped in front of the elevator, turned around and asked Nios: "My chief engineer, who do you think is right between the two of them?"

"Why do we have to choose one, Stike?" Neos asked with a smile, "Maybe the correct answer has already appeared in front of us, maybe."