After the explosion, the propulsion engine that lost control finally ended its madness, and the main part of the engine was blown up and caused a big hole in it. Propulsion vents and a long piece of component even fell off the engine and were pushed into the endless space by the force of the explosion. No matter whether the rest of the engine was still working, it was unlikely to produce any more propulsive force.
As the main engine shut down and the rest of the surrounding devices quiet down, Hao Ren saw flares in the other parts of the floating isle. The remaining normal thrusters were trying to adjust the island's stance and recover it from the frantic tumbling. The crisis was finally over.
Y'zaks dispersed his demonic power and finally relaxed. "I haven't been so nervous for a long time. It reminds me of the time I fought in my hometown."
They flew towards the floating. The engine was burst and left behind a deep crack. The place had become unrecognizable. Hao Ren took a long time to find his way back from the twisted metal remnants and the scorching haze. There was only half the maintenance area left, but fortunately, the power of the explosion stopped here. The maintenance passages and gates were not imaged, and the remains of the elf, which was placed near the second gate, was not affected. Hao Ren brought the body back to the surface.
The artificial gravity in this area seemed to have recovered a little, though still uncomfortable, at least they could walk normally.
A large group of elves had gathered outside the exits. Except for the sorcerers who were still repairing the deep crack, almost all the elves who were involved in the rescue gathered forward. Hao Ren was startled by the crowd, but he put the body on his shoulder on the ground first and said, "I found a victim..."
The elves calmed down, and a wounded man with bandages on his arm squeezed through the crowd and sighed, "It's Ackerton, he was trapped at the bottom of the room when the explosion happened... But luckily his body was returned intact, thank you."
Hao Ren did not know how to accept this gratitude. At this time, there were two elves rushed through the crowd. They were two female elves who look slightly different in age. Their wrists and arms were bandaged, blood-stained on their faces. Apparently, they were the victims of the explosion. The two elves pounced on the body of Ackerton, weeping sadly. Someone explained that they were Angerton's wife and daughter. Three of them worked in the same unit, and just moved to this town recently. The new life had not yet begun and was abruptly ended by the accident.
The older elf recovered faster. She wiped away the tears on her face, looked at Hao Ren gratefully, and then patted her daughter's back lightly and said, "Mana, later tell ration officer that we take two servings of rationing from now on."
Hao Ren remembered that there was a similar joke on Earth, but now he thought the joke was not funny at all!
Perhaps the elves had been living this kind of life for too long that made them get used to certain things. They were sad for the leaving of their family members, but at the same time they still able to think about reducing a rationing quota. It was a habit that formed under thousands of years of high-pressure. It was hard for the human beings who born on Earth with abundant resources to imagine. Lily and Vivian, who were outside helping to heal the wounded or to clean up the buildings that collapsed as a result of the explosion, also ran to Hao Ren. They had seen a lot of death, but they still felt sad when saw this scene. The voice of the Data Terminal appeared in Hao Ren's mind, "If only the priest of the Goddess of Life was here, or a universal resurrection device, people who die within hours can be resurrected."
Hao Ren was about to say something, but Vivian suddenly said hesitantly, "Maybe I can try?"
"How?" Hao Ren looked at her questioningly.
"The body looks intact," Vivian said, not quite confidently, "I don't know if my blood works... I used to save people with my blood but the success rate is only one-fifth. I'm different from the other blood clan in this area..."
"Let's try it first," Hao Ren quickly pushed Vivian forward while encouraged this not-so-confident vampire, "Anyway, it can't be worse."
Vivian politely requested the mother and daughter who were immersed in grief to step aside. In their puzzled eyes, the vampire girl drew a complex rune in the dead elf's chest with blood mist, the rune then slowly penetrated into the body. At the same time, Vivian's nails grew rapidly till they became as sharp as a bayonet. She whispered something after the blood mist completely penetrated. Then, without hesitation, she stabbed the nails into the heart of the dead elf!
Hao Ren heard her whispered, "Tathagata, Guanyin, Jesus, Virgin Mary, 12345 please bless me don't stab the wrong place..."
Immediately he understood what the one-fifth success rate meant: Just a simple act of praying for help from gods took her half an hour to decide which god she needed, and this time she even included the unreliable Raven 12345. It might be better if she did not include Raven 12345.
But this time the name of Raven 12345 seemed to have really worked. Shortly after the spell, the body suddenly trembled and then opened his eyes with an odd sense of stiffness.
The elves were in an uproar and the mother and daughter were even totally stunned. Hao Ren quickly dragged Vivian and Lily out of the crowd before the situation became chaotic, and he looked back at the chaotic scene with worry and asked, "You turned him into a vampire? Why does the process different from what I imagined? I thought you were going to bite..."
"That is the way to transform the low-level blood servant," Vivian waved her hand and explained, "From the viewpoint of blood clan, that's like food processing, like dipping some sauce when eating. Although simple, the consciousness of the blood servant is fragmentary, and can only obey the instructions of the blood clan. I'm using a more advanced transforming method."
Lily frowned and asked, "Then he is already a vampire, does he need to suck blood in order to survive from now on? There should be no other vampire who can live like normal people except you…"
"No, I have tried before. I don't know if my blood is special or what's wrong with my blood. The people I revived were somewhat afraid of light, but they can live like ordinary people. Although they occasionally have blood-sucking impulses, it can easily be controlled. They can survive by eating normal food." Vivian frowned and said, "I just don't know why, my conversion success rate is always only one-fifth, no matter to the living or the dead. But the success rate of transforming superior descents of the other blood clan is 100%. And the people I transform are simply human without any special ability."
Then Hao Ren said, "You should let 12345 to examine you, there must be something wrong with your body…"
At the moment, a speeding car suddenly coming from the center of the city and stopped in front of them, and a familiar elf jumping off the car, Hilda's only son, Vimm. He bowed to Hao Ren and the rest of them and said, "My mother sent me to pick up all of you, she is waiting for you at the tower in Royal District."
Hao Ren then remembered he had to go and meet Hilda, quickly nodded and said, "Oh, right, I still have to discuss something with Hilda. But the Mobile Data Terminal over there…"
He looked at the scene of the deep crack and saw that the data terminal was still lying in the middle of the pile of temporary energy charging equipment. The dome above was emitting even, soft rays of light with the help of data terminal. Obviously, the data terminal was unable to leave the spot at the moment.
"You go ahead with your work," the voice of Mobile Data Terminal came from afar, "After these elves don't need my help, I'll go and meet you... Oh my, don't let me die of exhaustion..."
Hao Ren quickly got on the flying car and left the data terminal on the scene.
The flying car passed over the city. Hao Ren could see the aftermath of the disaster through the windows on both sides of the car.
Although the tumbling of floating island was stopped in time, the concussion had caused great damage to the fragile city, where buildings and bridges collapsed, and one could also see a huge deep crack in the ground. Hao Ren could even see the mechanical structure beneath the city and the complex pipe flashing with shimmer in some part of the deep crack: The floating island built by the elves of Aerym was like a living giant. Its interior was covered with a blood vessel-like energy transmission network, the solid ground was carrying the city, now the shell of the island was cracked, and the complex structures beneath it were exposed like visceral. It was horrifying.
A lot of flying cars were leaving the royal district. There were lots of people on the ground. They were the civilians in emergency shelters. Now the biggest crisis was over, they must immediately return to work, to rebuild their homes, to restore production, and to repair the ground and the equipment beneath it. They did not have time to rest. This fragile country must remain in uninterrupted maintenance and repair in order to survive.
The tower in the royal district appeared in front of them.