Freeze the entire population, activate my Superman system?

Dylan began burning the little fire blood he had left, forcibly raising his rank from the second-tier limit to the third tier.

They ran through the wind and snow for a whole day.

He was originally from the Demon Dragon Clan and was skilled at walking.

We paid such a high price just to get there faster.

He knew very well that

This information was only meaningful before Turing arrived.

If they are too slow, then the Reynolds brothers will have failed to conquer the new civilization.

He would never protect himself in front of Turing.

A slave who has betrayed his master can only survive if he has value.

Being alive is more important than anything else.

When the iconic red cliffs of Redridge finally emerged from the snow, Dylan almost knelt down.

The Red Ridge Wasteland is quite different from the Frost Ridge Wasteland.

The ice layer here is thinner, exposing large areas of dark red sedimentary rock on the ground.

Heat steam rose from the cracks in the rocks, condensing into white mist in the cold air, enveloping the entire wasteland in an eerie haze.

"stop."

A bone spear emerged from a crevice in the rock, its tip pressed against Dylan's throat.

The one wielding the spear was a tall, slender crocodile warrior, his gills slightly open, his green eyes sweeping over Dylan.

"From Frostridge Wasteland? They've crossed the line."

Dylan slowly raised his hands, revealing the faded slave mark on his chest.

"Inspector Night Owl is dead."

"I need to see Lord Reno, Lord Reid," Dylan's voice was hoarse and urgent. "I have important information."

The warrior stared at him, then slowly retracted his bone spear, signaled to his companions to restrain Dylan, and turned to walk into the depths of the Red Rock Cliff.

"Come on."

This was Dylan's second time visiting the Redridge Wasteland camp, and it was larger than any of his previous slave camps.

Hundreds of animal-skin tents are cascading down the natural caves of the red rock cliffs, and the smoke from the campfires mixes with the geothermal steam to form a hazy mist over the canyon.

In the center of the camp was a Tier 3 Ice Spine Giant Tortoise imprisoned in chains.

It was enormous, but not very dangerous. Its shell bore the marks of the Renault brothers, and it was lying on the ground, its massive body merely a cushion for them.

Dylan finally met the rancher; he had only dared to catch a glimpse of him from afar when he came with Night Owl years ago.

Reno and Red share the same giant lizard-like torso, but their heads branch off from the neck into two separate heads.

The older brother, Reno, had his head tilted to the left, while the other's was on the right, each with a curved bony horn growing from their foreheads.

Four enormous, dark gold eyes stared at Dylan simultaneously.

"You mean the night owl is dead? It was considered a top-tier fighter by Turing's standards."

Renault spoke, while Red smiled sinisterly.

The art style is extremely bizarre.

"How did he die?"

Dylan knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed against the earth.

"Lord Night Owl discovered a new lair of fire in the Frostspine Wastes, but suddenly died, and my slave mark vanished..."

The tent remained quiet for a full ten breaths.

Then Red smiled coldly.

"Why did you come to see me?"

Dylan's back suddenly tensed.

Dylan's gill slits began to tremble uncontrollably.

"unless......"

Red's head slowly lowered, and his dark golden eye came close to Dylan's, so close that Dylan could smell the stench of rotting flesh from Red's mouth.

"Unless you want more benefits, Turing probably doesn't know about this yet."

Dylan looked up abruptly, opening his mouth as if to explain.

Renault's claws were already pressed against his head.

"I don't really like traitors either."

Dylan's eyes widened.

Red let out a chuckle.

"Brother, I like him. I like traitors."

Renault looked at his younger brother with affection.

"But as long as the information is true, that's enough."

He appeared calm and collected, but inside Renault's heart, a storm was brewing.

Even the most powerful royal families in the Fertile Lands found it extremely difficult to obtain new sources of fire, and could only search for them in ruins.

But now I've heard this news.

If a fresh source of fire were replenished, he might be able to evolve to the fifth rank immediately.

Even to that legendary level.

In the fertile soil,

It is also extremely rare.

apostle!

Renault withdrew his claws, and Dylan instantly collapsed to the ground, trembling all over.

"Your chance to live lies in that nest," Reno said.

"But...but Lord Night Owl is at the limit of a third-tier mature form..." Dylan's voice trembled. "What great danger is there?"

"Night Owl, that idiot, he probably wants to take it all for himself. If Turing were here, what kind of trouble could he possibly cause?" Renault interrupted him.

He raised his right claw, and hundreds of green lights instantly appeared in the caves on both sides of the canyon.

All the ferocious crocodile warriors of the entire clan rose at the same time.

"As long as Turing doesn't call for help, the new Fireblood is mine."

……

Safe zone, 12 days to go.

Ling Shuang switched back to human form from her Night Demon mimicry and stood in the courtyard of the row house, looking up at the towering main city-level energy furnace.

He wanted to take one last look at his home before he left.

Dark red light pulsed rhythmically on the surface of the furnace, each flash accompanied by a gentle heat wave that enveloped the entire neighborhood in a comfortable, constant 20-degree Celsius temperature.

Longmao Prefecture has completely changed its appearance.

Inside the iron wall, the twelve arrow towers have been upgraded to the highest level, with energy patterns engraved on the crossbow arms replacing the original wooden structure.

The Frost Arrow Tower stands atop the highest point on the eastern shore of the artificial lake, with the muzzle of the ice crystal crossbow on its top always aimed at the direction of the gap.

Directly in front of the gap in the artificial lake is the Fire Source Energy Cannon, which made outstanding contributions, with its newly replaced Fire Crystal Core slowly rotating.

But what surprised Ling Shuang the most was the work being done at the research institute.

When he pushed open the door of the research institute, Shen Yuan was with several young men from the former Freemasons, gathered around a holographic projection table. Above the projection table was a three-dimensional structural diagram of a snow vehicle.

"Manager Ling," Shen Yuan looked up, adjusted his glasses, "Perfect timing, take a look at this."

He zoomed in on the structural diagram, and the vehicle's skeleton became clearly visible.

"The 'Snow Wolf' light assault vehicle in the blueprints of Nantianmen."

After the system was converted into a production formula, we made simplified adjustments based on the available materials.

The chassis is cast using the same iron elements as the Iron Wall, and the power core is powered directly by fire crystal fragments.

Zhang Mu discovered that the Fire Crystal could be broken down into smaller units by the system, namely Fire Crystal fragments.

"No fuel required?" Ling Shuang asked.

"No need." Shen Yuan's voice carried a rare hint of excitement. "The energy intensity of fire crystals far exceeds that of oil. A standard fire crystal fragment can allow this car to travel at full speed for tens of thousands of kilometers."

Ling Shuang's gaze lingered on the structural diagram for a moment.

"When will the first prototype be ready?"

"Three days," Shen Yuan said. "The institute's automated production line is more efficient than we anticipated."

The problem is that driver training and snow acclimatization testing both take time.

Conservative estimates suggest that ten vehicles can be built before the safe zone is lifted.

"As soon as possible."