Me, Hydra

I'm a little busy at noon today, so updates will be sent out this afternoon.

Also, we're all civilized people, it's normal for people to do things wrong, so don't be foul-mouthed, okay? I'll change even if you just say it, but how do you want me to respond if you just curse? Come up here and just fuck you and so on, don't even bother to reply, not to mention revise, a good mood will be ruined.

From what I found in the dictionary online, the idea of using seawater to directly irrigate crops has been around for a long time. But some people think it's a whimsical scientific fantasy. Because l000 kilograms of seawater contains an average of 35 kilograms of salt, and if you use it to irrigate crops, aren't you pickling pickles? Biologists tell us that the main component in plant cells is fresh water. Cell membranes have a reverse blocking effect, causing a difference of 6 - 8 atmospheres in osmotic pressure between the inside and outside of the cell. The concentration-pressure difference encourages a reverse exchange of water within the cell membrane, flowing from low to high concentrations, so that the cell maintains a certain shape and volume. If crops are watered with seawater, which has a high concentration and osmotic pressure, the "reverse blockage" of the cell membrane is disrupted, and the water in the cells overflows, causing the crops to wither and die.

I'm not sure why the reader said that "seawater destroys the reverse blocking effect of cell membranes", but I don't want to think about it anymore because the last chapter was deleted~.

As for attitudes towards science... for me, the most important thing about science is having fun!

(I'm not a scientist...)

Anyway, update moved to this afternoon~

No update, but I'm still stubbornly begging for tickets!

Also, we're all cultural (I'm not), so please don't be in the foul language, it's very disruptive to the reading mood....

Volume I: Text-71- Celtic, Angelic

While Hydra pondered how to ward off the drought, on the other side, the angelic regime had opened the gates to other worlds.

Abandoning their preconceptions, the Celts stood heavily armed in the vast wilderness of the Celtic wall.

Bladed and armed, holding the Sword of Light in his hand, the heroic King Arthur gazed straight ahead.

Beside him was the legendary Knights of the Round Table. And not only is it only King Arthur, equally dazzling is the Lionheart King Charles I, with a woman's body ruling the Kingdom of Shadows of Skaha, and even the Cuchulain, Finn, and even the Fiona Knights, time seems to have frozen here, hardened people from different eras gathered on this wilderness, they abandoned the inherent hatred and stereotypes, under the call of the Danu clan, they appeared at the same time in the wall now under the feet! The Wilderness of....

On top of the dome, the Celtic mythical Danu God-King, the Silver-Armed God-King Nuada, was also engrossed in looking at the constantly twisting wall in front of him.

Nuada is the victorious warrior god with the sword of victory, Clausolus, who was once forced to give up his position as god-king for various reasons, just like the Greek god-king Kronos. But Nuada was not discouraged in the slightest, but honed himself even harder, and then forcefully regained the divine right.

And now, in front of this legendary God-King, there was once again a calamity.

And this catastrophe was not only against the divine right, but also against this world"----"

A long roar spread through the Celtic world, beasts and humans alike stopped what they were doing to look towards the western sky.

It was still noon, but the sun had inexplicably become dusk, and the method cast an ominous veil over the entire world.

"The eternally supreme and everlasting One who is all-knowing, all-wise, all-seeing, all-powerful, all-loving, all-creating, omnipresent, omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent. Creator of all things, Ruler of the universe, Revealer of truth, Deliverer of the elect and Judge of sin - Believe in the Father, lost sheep, or else they who are heretics will spend eternity in torment before the holy angels and the Lamb in the lake of fire and brimstone."

If not, seemingly near and far, like the murmur of a dream, it appeared with unparalleled clarity to the ears of the Celtic creatures.

Regardless of race, all creatures possessing intelligence understood the meaning of it with unparalleled clarity.

Then. The wall in front of everyone, shattered.

"Ahhhhhhhh..."

The holy song sounded out of nowhere, and one by one angels with masks of white porcelain emerged from the broken passageway.

"The lost lambs na - we carry the Father's lovingkindness down to them, praise! Initiate heartfelt praise like the name of the highest glory!"

Michael stood on a circular golden floating platform and shouted.

Michael's wings and the regular angels are different, as a heavenly vice ruler, the archangel, Michael what wings behind him is not really wings, but through their own thoughts and condensed into wings of light.

The other seven angels are also the same, once their beliefs or thoughts change, then the wings of light behind them will change, it is said that the original seven angels compelled by the Satanic serpent, now one of the seven monarchs of hell, the crime of rage Samael's wings are full of filth and violence of black and red.

The color of Michael's wings, on the other hand, was pure gold.

"Praise be! The lost lambs!"

"........"

"........"

Hearing Michael's words, the Celtic mythology prevented any reaction, and after a moment of silence, the handsome and handsome King Arthur shook his head with a grin.

"Although we can feel the pure faith in your heart from your words, we are very sorry. If we had faith in the God you speak of, we fear we would be just like you..."

"Scared?"

Michael turned his attention to King Arthur, who was standing on the ground.

Nodding his head, King Arthur continued.

"Look at the angels behind you, we have no way of knowing if there is anger or sadness beneath the white porcelain mask. If this is what we have become...then are we still us?!"

As he spoke, Arthur Pendragon spread his hands, a soft smile filling his handsome face.

But this caused Michael to shake his head.

Lifting his head, Micaiah looked to the sky at the god-king Nuada.

"Is this what you mean?"

Upon hearing the words, God King Nuada nodded his head steadily.

Nuada looked like an uncle in his thirties from the outside, his slightly longer hair all combed back to the back of his head, and his beard had obviously been carefully cared for. As the Ever Victorious God of War, facing this kind of battle even the always unkempt Nuada showed just as much respect.

"What he means is what I mean, and the Celtic wilderness has never had only dead heroes in battle!"

At the words, Michael tilted his head and sighed.

"Why are you always like this...lost lambs na, let me correct your path!"

In the meantime, Michael's eyebrows were slightly raised, and he raised the burning sword in his hand high in the air - Shining.

"Well----"

The sound of the trumpet representing the Last Judgment sounded out of nowhere, and this trumpet also proclaimed the final chapter of the Celt.

With the sound of the trumpet, the angels drew their silver swords at their waists. As the trumpet sounded, the pupils of the white porcelain masks flowed dark red out of thin air, as if the blood would solidify at any moment. These tears of blood were like a sad decline for these Celtic warriors.

The faces covered with white porcelain were stiff and lifeless, as if the unconsolidated clay had been smeared on their faces and burned while they were still alive. The appearance of blood gave them a cruel beauty, and like a curse their eyes were cold, Michael's wings startled, and golden light spread across the sky in an instant.

Then, like a meteor, Michael rushed towards the God-King of the Danu Clan-Nuada.

"If you die, they won't be stubborn anymore-"

At the words, Nuada laughed loftily.

"What do you take the Celtic heroes for again?!"

As he said that, Nuada gripped the sword of victory, Clausolus, in his hand.

"But we are promised to drink the wine of blood in the middle of hell!!!"