Fang Yu reluctantly took out the matchbox - only half of it was left - and lightly lit the match. The faint flame illuminated a small area. He turned over on the ground holding the flame and couldn't help but twitch.
He took a breath, his whole body felt like it was falling apart.
The firelight reflected the surrounding environment. The platform above was six or seven meters high from below. He saw that his magic furnace was still quietly falling on the edge of the platform, motionless. The resentful soul above had disappeared at this time, and the previous one had disappeared.
The shrill laughter seemed like an illusion, only echoing in the darkness.
Fang Yu vaguely felt that his body had been strengthened, and he didn't have any injuries after falling from such a height. He checked carefully and found that he had no fractures or anything. This was almost unimaginable before.
Things, physical attributes should definitely be greatly improved.
But without the character interface, he couldn't know exactly what happened.
Fortunately, Fang Plover was used to it. He learned alchemy in Kapka. He was different from others and couldn't add points freely. In the end, he got through it, although the novice stage was a bit long.
He raised the firelight and discovered a blackened skeleton not far away. It should be a woman, with a slender frame and a hunched body leaning against the wall. Its head was not on its neck, but rolled down.
On one side.
This is the body of a dead body whose starlight has dried up.
Fang Plover was a little surprised. The people who could enter here should not be the Chosen One. Since the Dead Zone only takes effect on glowing substances, the skeleton could only be the aboriginal people who died here because the starlight completely disappeared.
A Numerin elf?
But it didn't quite look like it. He read from the book collection of the Craftsmen's Association that the ancient Numelin elves were tall, with an average height of two meters or more. But this skeleton was exquisitely built, even shorter than him.
This may be the owner of the resentful soul. Fang Yu thought to himself that he happened to know some uncommon knowledge about this kind of undead - the resentful soul is a type of earth-bound spirit, which is usually tied near the area of death and likes to seduce.
Others repeat their experiences and step into the arms of death.
So it stumbled and died?
He raised his head and looked at it. It was not a big problem to drop someone to death from this height, but it was a bit outrageous to drop his head so far. He looked at the body again, and it didn't look like it was in a position where it hit the ground head first.
Unless it can break its neck and then get up from the ground——
This strange idea that suddenly came to him made Fang Yu burst into laughter. He felt that he was completely scaring himself. How could this be possible? Even if she became an undead, she would not be resurrected immediately, not to mention that she had become a resentful spirit.
At this time, the match burned his hand, and he quickly shook it to extinguish it.
Darkness descended around him once again. Standing in the depths where he couldn't see his fingers, Fang Yu subconsciously went to get the second match, but his movements suddenly froze. He suddenly felt that the behavior of the resentful soul was a bit strange, and the undead didn't understand anything.
It's a prank. These twisted existences dominated by evil consciousness have an extreme hatred for the living. Their whole purpose is to create as many of the same kind as possible.
Where did it go?
While he was thinking this, a strange sound suddenly came from the darkness. It sounded like something crawling on the ground, and the sound was crisp and clear, like bones hitting the ground.
Fang Plover's blood froze.
That voice came from behind——
He suddenly jumped forward, and something scratched his back. There was a huge gash in his robe. His back felt cold, and the wound was burning and painful.
Ignoring the pain, he quickly lit the match and turned around, only to see a bloody mouth rushing towards him in the darkness. Of course, saying "bloody mouth" may be inappropriate - it was a huge iron mouth.
The large jagged mouth is filled with metal components.
A giant constructed dog, almost as tall as a person.
Fang Yu suddenly understood what the death method of that skeleton was. It was normal for him to be kissed by this thing and have his neck broken. These 'amiable' big dogs must have been attracted by the resentful spirit. Damn it!
He hurriedly rolled back, letting the constructed dog bite him empty.
He didn't know whether it was because it had been idle for too long, but the old antique was a little wobbly, and its movements were not as agile as he imagined. But before Fang Pliance had time to be happy, red lights lit up in the darkness.
Seven or eight construct dogs slowly walked out of the darkness, clicking, clicking, the sound made by their metal claws touching the ground.
The match in Fang Plover's hand continued to burn until half of it was burned.
He didn't hesitate, turned around and ran away. Regardless of whether he could escape or not, staying here would definitely lead to death. But before Fang Pliance got up and took two steps, something suddenly tripped under his feet, and he suddenly lost his center of gravity and flew into the air.
Got out.
He was knocked down so hard that he ate shit.
Fang Yu almost burst into tears. He couldn't help but secretly cursed who could be so wicked and throw things away. He ignored the pain and hurriedly got up, but suddenly he noticed a faint light coming from behind.
Fang Yu was startled for a moment and turned around subconsciously.
He saw that the thing that tripped him was shining brightly in the darkness.
It was actually a crown, composed of twenty-one stars juxtaposed with each other. The other stars were forged from mithril, and only the star in the center was carved from crystal. At this moment, it was the crystal that emanated from that crystal.
A brilliant blue light emerges.
Fang Yu was stunned when he saw the light - the green and blue light flowed in the darkness, as beautiful as a dream. But wasn't that the same light as the dagger? It's just that this light was much purer.
He was still wondering, but unexpectedly found that the constructed dogs seemed to be afraid of light and hesitated in the distance.
Fang Plover was overjoyed when he saw this, as if a drowning man had grasped a life-saving straw. He quickly got up and walked over to pick up the crown and raised it with both hands. The crown was brightly illuminated, and the construct dogs retreated in fear.
step.
There is no perfect way for everyone!
Seeing this scene, Fang Yu couldn't help but let out a long breath. But then he subconsciously looked at the light flowing on the crystal - it was exactly the same as the light emitted by the dagger at that time. There might be ripples of blue light in the middle of the azure light.
, very unique and dreamlike.
Will there be any relationship between the two?
This question just flashed through his mind when suddenly there was a sharp roar in the distance, and a construct dog flew up as if it had been hit by a cannonball, missed Fang Plover, and hit the metal wall behind him.
After a loud noise, scattered parts rolled over from that direction - including one of the opponent's metal eyes.
Another white light flashed through the darkness, and the huge head of another construct dog fell. Only then did Fang Plover realize that someone had arrived. He raised his head and saw the other two giant dogs falling.
It was too fast. He estimated that these construct dogs were at least level ten creatures, but they were vulnerable to attack. The attackers were at least level twenty. At the fourth level, they were one level higher than Scape and Querod.
Leveled up.
But Fang Plover has a vague feeling that it may be higher.
The constructs also had basic intelligence. Seeing this scene, they understood that the enemy was invincible and fled in all directions. The unknown attacker did not pursue it, but slowly walked out of the darkness.
With the light from the crown, Fang Plover could clearly see the figure of the other party.
Miya was wearing a tight-fitting suit, and the star-shaped pendant between her collarbones was shining, just like the crown in his hand. On her flawless face, her pale silver eyes reflected the light like stars, and she looked at him quietly.
The two slender war blades in her hands emitted a faint fluorescence in the darkness, and they were worn on the left and right - they were repaired by Fang Plover himself.
She said softly: "I didn't expect you to come here."
"Miya, you..."
Fang Yu had thousands of questions in his mind, and they all turned into ashes the moment he saw Miya. His mind was in a mess, as if he had been stuffed with seven or eight balls of thread, and he said an incoherent sentence, "I don't know."
What to do.
He suddenly felt that he was really a retard——
"Give it to me, Ed, it's of no use to you."
Miya looked at the crown in his hand, her voice was soft and not slow.
Only then did Fang Yu react. He lowered his head and turned the crown in his hand half a circle, looked at the decorations on it, and touched the turquoise crystal with his hand.
This is really a superb work of art. The silver texture is engraved with patterns of flowers and birds. It is covered with ivy and wild roses, as well as heather, mountains, caves, and cities. But it doesn't look like the style of elves, more like a dwarf.
People's works.
After a while, he raised his head: "What is this?"
"Crown of the Sea Forest."
Fang was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the crown in his hand. "...This is the Crown of Hailin? It is a holy object of the dwarves created together with the Holy Sword of Morning Light, and is one of the two symbols of Kaolin-Ithurion.
Hasn’t it been missing for more than a hundred years, so why is it here?”
"That's a long story," Miya replied, "I can tell you what you want to hear."
"That's no need," Fang Pliong shook his head. He also had some understanding of the story of the crown: "...is it important to you?"
Miya nodded lightly.
Fang Yu hesitated for a moment, but still handed it over. But when he let go of his hand, the crown did not leave his palm, but was suspended in the air, and suddenly the light shone brightly. Fang Yu saw that the back of his hand was gradually
The emblem of a crown emerged, and half of it was generated in the blink of an eye.
"This is……"
He suddenly stopped talking, and the previous illusion once again appeared in his field of vision: dense data streams drooped from his eyes, pages of windows opened, and then closed after the self-check was completed.
That was the complete selector interface, and Fang Plover could really see it clearly this time.
"I...I can't let it go..." He was so shocked that he couldn't help himself. He was about to ask Miya to help him, but before he could say anything, Miya suddenly moved. She walked up and covered his chest with her hands.
mouth.
This was the first time that Fang Yu had such close contact with the goddess in his heart. He could almost smell the faint fragrance between her fingers, like the smell of flower petals. He felt that his heart almost stopped, and he could not even see the illusion in front of him.
They couldn't care less and looked at each other somewhat bewilderedly.
Miya looked at him intently, her eyes as clear as lake water, and asked confusedly: "Do you still have the dagger on you?"
Fang Yu didn't know what this meant. The dagger had been lost on the ground. But thinking of what happened before, he still nodded. At that moment, he suddenly saw Miya lowering her head slightly and whispering something.
What? Fang Yu was stunned for a moment.
But suddenly, he felt a slight chill in his heart.
Miya covered his mouth with one hand, raised her right hand and moved it upwards. The sharp war blade pierced his chest directly, piercing the heart beating at that position. Arterial blood spurted out and flowed along her chest.
The blade surged out, dazzling like bright red wine.
Fang Yu's eyes reflected the dazzling red. He looked at Miya's calm face again until both of them began to become a little blurry, but he was still a little unbelievable.
"Miya, you..."
"I'm sorry, Ed," Mia replied quietly, "but I have to get it."
This time he finally heard it clearly, but his body slid down weakly.
The former supported his body, which was gradually losing its temperature, and let him lean against him gently. Then he whispered: "Don't worry, Ed, you won't die. That dagger is an incomplete dragon soul carrier. It
At least it has the power to revive, even the dead zone cannot stop it."
"I owe you this, Ed..."
She carefully laid him down on the ground, and Fang Yu's eyes began to lose focus.
She also said something, "...the crystal used to make it has a lot to do with this place. I originally thought it would save your life when you diverted 'Certa' away, but I didn't expect it to be used here."
…”
Fang Plover could no longer hear the rest of the words clearly.
But he was actually shouting in his heart - Gods of Etalia, he has already used the power of that holy crystal! No! Help!
Miya finally let go of his hand, but the strength had already left his body. Fang Pliong opened his mouth, only to spit out a mouthful of blood. He tried in vain to grab Miya's hand, trying with all his strength to tell
She——she can still save herself.
But it came up empty.
Instead, Miya held his hand and watched with a calm expression as he gradually lost his vitality.
Fang Yu's hand finally dropped, and his consciousness quickly left his body. The crown dropped from mid-air, fell to the ground with a loud sound, rolled around a few times, and the light above it suddenly dimmed.
Only half of the emblem remained firmly on the back of his hand.
All sounds seemed to be far away. In the blur, Fang Plover saw a pair of slender hands holding the crown. That quiet gaze glanced at him for the last time, and Miya's mouth opened and closed, seeming to say something to him.
After saying something, he turned around and left.
There was only darkness and a chill that was gradually penetrating to the bones.
It's time to leave this world.
Fang Plover thought.
Before everything could go dark, he suddenly thought of another thing.
In Etalia, there seems to be no precedent for stowaways getting into trouble in the Dead Zone.
Wait a moment--
He doesn't have glow material equipment, so he won't really die in this place, right?
Fang Yu suddenly thought of this horrifying possibility.
…
The stargate between the orbits of the earth and the moon was built in the middle of the century. It was formerly a spaceport from the European Union to the asteroid belt mining area. It was abandoned in the late 1960s. After the signing of the "Suva Declaration", the port was reactivated.
And transformed it into what it is today——
Looking down from the fourth orbit, the Star Gate looks a bit like an erected white ring. But in the daytime, that is, when the sun shines directly, it shines brightly, and looks unusually majestic against the sea blue background.
and magnificence.
In comparison, the Russian Federation's Soyuz 21 supply ship is like a shining silver speck.
The spacecraft is entering the parking orbit, but it seems to be drunk and swaying.
In the Star Port area, the port staff were scolding the Maozi pilots for not following the rules. They had already occupied three or four routes and made daily plans a mess. Two robotic arms were slowly approaching, trying to move the aircraft that had deviated from the route.
The spacecraft was pulled back into the controllable area.
"If they do this a few more times, I think we can have another holiday." A clerk said through the glass window of the console, looking at the long row of spaceships parked in the port area.
"The main reason is the lack of manpower." Another person clicked on a bunch of switches on the console, then picked up the intercom and said: "A107 confirmed, Port Area 3."
"Because the opposite side has been busy recently, No, I have another return application here, and it's a tourist without equipment." The first person heard the buzzer and looked back at the screen. "No.
The war in the second world has already affected the first world. This is the second batch of tourists returning this month. Let me see, this guy entered six months ago. Hey, he stayed long enough."
He clicked a few times on the touch screen.
"Speaking of which, where is your friend?"
"You mean porn?" The man laughed: "That guy took a private job and was imprisoned. He was lucky. If it weren't for the current shortage of manpower, he might have to go to a military court."
"Taking private jobs?" The second person was a little surprised. He seemed to have heard a historical term and smacked his lips: "There are still people taking private jobs. Hasn't the sightseeing channel been opened for several years? Are there still such fools?"
"There are always some fools." The man spread his hands helplessly.
At this time, the second person suddenly stood up and looked out the window at the port area in disbelief. "What's going on? A lot of people came out, and some people were killed? This is incredible. Who sent so many people without stars?
?”
"Is it the battle in the Dead Zone?" The first person reacted and looked over there.
And within the port area.
Scape was looking at Querod coming out of the star gate with a wry smile.
"Are you coming out too?" she asked teasingly.
"Yes," Quelord hugged his girlfriend, with a very lonely look on his face: "Where are the others?"
"A few little girls are crying outside, and the others are no better," Scarpet sighed. The feeling of being really dead was really uncomfortable. She shook her head: "
Did you see Ed in the passage?"
Quelord was stunned for a moment: "Didn't he come out?"
He was a little surprised at first, but then he looked at his girlfriend. Both of them had surprised smiles on their faces.