Although they were ahead for several hours this time, they still dared not slack off, because they were back to the continent where Country Z was located, which had many countries and the largest number of domes.
"2:58, 2:59, 3 minutes are up!" Beach Pants said. Even without a watch, his brain was an accurate timer. "There are 11 cities to be built at this longitude."
Everyone wailed, half-dead, and climbed up to continue working. Only the 3,000 guardians who were inspired by the fainted architect flew into the sky tirelessly as if they had been injected with chicken blood. Everyone looked at the black-haired boy with a normal expression and couldn't help but secretly admire: What a strong willpower!
The work was still busy, but without the hot sun chasing after everyone, the pressure on everyone was much less. Most people could take time to close their eyes and rest for 2 or 3 seconds, or drink a bottle of energy potion and nutrition potion. The taskers, who were already at the end of their strength, managed to survive for a few more hours with these small breaks.
But when they teleported to a mountain city in the south of Country Z, C2001, who had been forbearing for more than 6 days, finally exploded!
At this time, C2001 had long discarded the suit that could kill people with heat, and instead wore a set of light-colored short-sleeved shirts and shorts borrowed from an Earth volunteer on another continent. But due to dust and sweat, the clothes were already filthy. The result of the constant falling dust and sweating was that the originally white short-sleeved shirt had become a hard shell of brown and black, covered with mud and sweat stains.
His hair, which was neatly combed, became tangled and covered with dust due to the sweat, just like a dirty mop that had been used to clean the toilet for several years without being washed. As for his appearance, it was covered with mud and dust, and it was impossible to see it clearly. The only thing that could be seen clearly was his bloodshot eyes that looked like crazy. C2001 was almost hysterical at this time, yelling at Beach Pants:
"Programmer! How did you design this city? Why are there so many protruding buildings!"
Beach Pants was still staring at his computer, and said without raising his head: "During the meeting, I told the leaders of Earth that there were too many mountains in this city and the building structures were too complicated, so it would be very difficult to build a dome. However, they still unanimously decided to protect this place. What can I do?"
C2001 looked at the undulating and roller-coaster-like streets around him, the numerous underground air-raid shelters, the hills covered with high-rise buildings, and the network of aerial trams... The architect then looked at the dome above his head, which had leaks here and there, and the east, which was already beginning to turn white.
"Don't fix it! We might as well just leave it open!" C2001 said, waving his arms. The action made his tattered mop head shake. "Let them organize the evacuation..."
"Where did you come from, madman! If you insist on not fixing it, then don't fix it?" An early-rising old man on the street nearby obviously regarded the dishevelled architect as a hysterical psychopath on the street. After hearing the words "don't fix it", he couldn't sit still. He slapped his thigh and cursed, "It's so hot. If you don't ask them to put a shell on it, it will be hot as hell!" After scolding,
the short and thin old man walked away, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan and shaking his head. He had no idea that the person he had just scolded was actually an SSS-level tasker of the Savior Alliance and the commander-in-chief of the Earth Salvation Plan.
Xiaoyi and Huo Li, who were sitting in the car and witnessed this scene, said: "..."
After C2001 exploded and was scolded, his mentality finally stabilized. He ignored the programmer and began to dismantle the building silently.
When the dome was built in the mountain city for the first time, because everyone was eager to put up the earth's reflectors before the sun exploded, this time-consuming and laborious mountain city was temporarily shelved after building 70% of the easy part. But when they came back again under the pursuit of the sun, everyone regretted like a naughty child who came to make up for homework on the last day of summer vacation: Why didn't we finish building it before!
Now they not only had to dismantle the building planks, but also had to build foundations and pillars in the places they had jumped over before. Dozens of guardians even flapped their wings and drilled into the hot pot restaurant converted from an underground air-raid shelter to reinforce the foundations of the metal supporting pillars. When the group of guardians came out, the feathers of each wing were filled with the spicy and fresh aroma of Shancheng hot pot...
When they finally finished chewing on the hard bone of Shancheng, the construction team was once again caught up by the sun, and the appearance of Shancheng was no longer a flattened big water drop, but a piece of irregular sequins with ups and downs. The taskers, who were on the verge of heat stroke again, did not even want to look at the ugly dome that they had built with so much effort. Instead, they quickly took out the free teleportation talisman and left this architect's nightmare area.
To everyone's relief, although they were caught up by the footsteps of the sun, the terrain became higher and higher, and the temperature became relatively cooler. Just when time was chasing everyone's footsteps and it was 11 o'clock in the morning, they finally arrived at the last city to be built in the world.
Under the dazzling white sunlight, a group of guardian gods were seen flapping their wings and flying upwards with building materials, but their ascent speed was much slower. If the flapping of the wings of the guardians before was as leisurely as that of a soaring eagle, now they are like struggling sparrows, and super large sparrows with a wingspan of three meters.
The black-haired boy kept chattering with his mind: "Huo Li, let that one fly faster! It's about to fall down!"
The boy watched the guardians flapping their wings hard, and finally slowly rose 5 meters and landed on the dome, throwing the insulation board they were holding onto the top, almost paralyzed.
Huo Li: "That wing is flapping fast enough. It can't speed up any more, or it will lose its feathers."
The black-haired boy imagined in his mind the 3,000 guardian gods formed by the power of faith, flapping their wings with all their might and their feathers flying... Then he shut up knowingly.
The guardian gods were originally a great help in efficient construction, but after arriving at the plateau, they... collectively lacked oxygen! Especially in this last town at an altitude of 6,000 meters, the air density is only 40% of that on the plains. The guardian gods have to speed up their wings to overcome the earth's gravity and fly up, and then their plateau reaction becomes even more severe...
Xiaoyi was quiet for a while, and then saw a guardian god on the dome explode into a beautiful firework.
Black-haired boy: "Hey! Huo Li, that one has already flown up, why are you executing it!"
Huo Li: "Although it won't faint and fall down halfway, but if it doesn't explode, it will vomit out due to altitude sickness in the next second! This kind of pathological symptom is not something I can control. If you want everyone to see the guardian god formed by the power of faith vomiting stomach acid..."
The black-haired boy shut up again. He found that since he said that he didn't trust Huo Li, this big guy has been silently making trouble, and the direct manifestation is - he has become much more venomous!
Of course, the black-haired boy was also very unhappy. He felt very embarrassed when he saw his sacred guardian god fluttering in the air like a fool. The culprit who manipulated his "little alien army" and made them go down the path of stupidity and never return was sitting next to him.
So the young man who was unhappy with Huo Li continued to find fault with him consciously: "Those guardian gods all carry alien genes. Although they express the human part, can't you make their internal alienation stronger? Even if they have only half of my ability! Even if they are short of oxygen and heavy, they can still fly at a speed of 100 miles. How come the guardian gods become weak and stupid in your hands?"
Huo Li sat in the car, leaning on his black wings. The expressionless man behind the silver mask used his mental power to retort, "I don't know what the internal structure of the alien is like. Am I smart enough to guess its function after seeing the rows of base pairs? It's already very difficult for me to figure out a way to make it disintegrate quickly. Otherwise, we would have to get off the car from time to time along the way to collect the bodies of the guardian gods who fell to their deaths from high altitudes."
The black-haired boy was so angry that he laughed: "In each of my non-me limbs, the disintegration gene is placed at the top. They can self-destruct with just one command. The great boss Huo Li also discovered this method to make them disintegrate with his extraordinary wisdom. It's amazing!"
Huo Li simply skipped the topic and continued to argue: "If you want them to fly at a speed of 100 miles, it's not impossible. After all, I am just controlling your limbs on your behalf. Everything depends on you. The master's wish is the most important, isn't it? I will summon them all back now, and let the staff on Earth prepare a bowl of instant noodles for each guardian, and then carry a can of oxygen and wear an oxygen mask. In this way, it will be foolproof to carry out high-intensity work, but it will not look so much like a god. "
The black-haired boy just wanted to turn around and punch Huo Li on the head. After all, in order to avoid being exposed, he would never fight back as his own guardian.
The little alien just clenched his fists when he saw the sweaty copying tasker Ge Tai outside the car walking towards him. The boy could only put down his hands angrily and look at what he was doing through the car window.
Since C2001 fainted, in order to prevent the commander-in-chief who was overworked and needed to continue to overwork from dying suddenly on the construction post, some other taskers who could help build the dome were assigned by Xu Yuncheng to assist in the work. Among them, the ability of Ge Tai, who could copy the power, was the most useful. Every time C2001 used the building power, Ge Tai could store one-tenth of it. Even if he stored it 20 times, he could only reach 50% of C2001's power each time. But this at least gave C2001 a chance to breathe.
So every time C2001 used his power 10 times, Getai would then use his building power twice to halve it. After the architect finally had some time to rest, the progress of their cooperation actually accelerated, and it was no longer so difficult to complete their 30% building task.
But after arriving at Gaoyuan, each tasker was given an oxygen tank, and the Guardian Army, which did not enjoy the same treatment, turned from a capable general into a drag...
Ge Tai walked to the car door. Everyone now knew how difficult it was to keep a little cool air, so he did not signal Xiao Yi to open the window but said through the car window: "2d14, it has been such a long time, and you haven't had a rest once. Now it seems that your Guardian God ability can no longer support it. Otherwise, I will not help the architect for the time being, but come to help you! Because now the architect and I are 30% of the tasks are always completed in excess, while the progress of reinforcing the foundation and installing reflectors has been left behind. You are now controlling 3,000 guardians, and I can copy your ability to summon 300 more. "
The black-haired boy, who had no superpowers at all, became alert instantly, but pretended to be calm and refused: "No, you see the architect looks dizzy and seems to need more help. I can just work harder!" At the same time, he shouted to Huo Li in his heart: Make them faster, it doesn't matter if they lose feathers, just let the feathers disintegrate in mid-air!
Getai wiped the sweat off his face, but did not give up his intention: "2d14, the Guardian team has fallen behind the most, and now it will be the time when the sun is directly shining. If we don't finish it, the Earth soldiers and volunteers below will all fall. Don't mind, although my ability is called copy, it cannot be used after the 10% accumulation quota is used up each time. I will definitely not keep any of it later, and I can't steal your ability."
If the little one refuses again, it will seem suspicious. He suppressed the tension in his heart and said tentatively: "How can I use my ability so that you can copy or sense it? Can you copy directly now?"