Chapter 1837 The Glory of the World to the Sun (41)
"What?!" The werewolf youth felt that his eyes were blank. The original scenery disappeared in an instant and was replaced by a deep black. But this deep darkness was not completely blind. Bediwell could vaguely see.
Yue saw the reflection on the corner of the ceiling in the distance and knew he was in a room.
"It's really admirable that you can come this far." The golden phantom appeared in front of Bediwell again. This time its appearance looked much clearer, or maybe it was because it was luminous and translucent in this darkness.
There was no interference from other light sources in the room, and Bedivere could see more clearly.
There seems to be no problem in thinking that this phantom is the phantom of Pharaoh Menes. This golden phantom is wearing a very Egyptian-style costume, which is very similar to the Pharaoh's costume that Bedivere saw in various history books.
The unique style of the crown is even more important. Even if this person is not Menes, he must be a pharaoh!
"You have great strength and superhuman skills. The traps I set may not be able to stop you." The phantom continued without you: "But I will not hand over the Eye of the Sun to you so simply."
If you really want to get him, come to the bottom of the pyramid. In front of my tomb, the guardian of the sun is waiting for you. The guardian will be your biggest and strongest enemy, let him witness it
, do you really have the qualifications to get the Eye of the Sun!"
Oops! The illusion of Menes disappeared and was replaced by light. The walls of the originally dark room were like a special lamp, which suddenly became bright, even bright enough to blind the eyes.
It took Bedivere a long time to adapt to this brightness. What brought him back to reality from his daze was the cry of Big Lawrence: "Old ------ Big --
----!How are you------?!"
The call was particularly loud, coming from the other end of the corridor, and it was particularly harsh. Lawrence seemed to think that Bedivere couldn't hear it, so he even prolonged the shouting, which made Bedivere feel a little embarrassed.
"No need to shout so loudly! I'm not deaf!" the werewolf young man said angrily.
He then thought about it, and the group of scholars on Lawrence's side were actually still waiting for Bedivere to set up the anchor point of the teleportation device, because the corridor behind him that was full of deadly traps was not something that normal people could get through alive.
The werewolf young man looked around. The small, brightly lit room he was in seemed to be safe and there were no more traps. It should be no big problem to set up the anchor point of the teleportation device here.
"The anchor point will be set soon, please wait!" The werewolf young man placed the disc-shaped device on the ground and fiddled with it carefully. The operation of the device is very simple. It seems that you only need to fix it on the ground and press it again.
The small button in the center of the disk is considered to have been set up. This is a small tool that originally existed for ease of use. Of course, there is no need to make the setting overly complicated.
"Is it just a matter of pressing the button?" Bedivere then looked at Academician Zuster from a distance on the other side of the corridor and shouted.
"Just press the button!" the other person replied.
"Okay... let's see what tricks you can do." The werewolf young man muttered in a low voice, placed the disc on the ground, and pressed the button.
"Transmission begins." The small disk on the ground began to extend its tripod and firmly grasp the ground, as if to prevent its body from shaking during the transmission process, so as to avoid errors during the transmission.
Whoosh! Big Lawrence was the first to be teleported over. And this teleportation was different from what Bedivere imagined. He could see Lawrence turning into a blue lightning-like thing from a distance, whizzing from the other side of the corridor.
He suddenly rushed in front of him and landed in front of this disc-shaped teleportation anchor device.
"Are you okay? Are you missing an arm or something?" Bedivere looked up and down at Lawrence. The guy looked fine. Although the clothes on his body were smoking, they were not on fire.
"Huh, that's scary!" Lawrence looked pale and jumped up and down, checking his body, "This is the first time I've played this kind of quantum decomposition teleportation. The teleportation beam just now was better than the teleportation beam of your ship, boss."
Even faster, like a roller coaster."
Whoosh! Another blue lightning shot from across the corridor, and this time it was Academician Zuster who was teleported over.
"After experiencing, well, several failures, the technical level of this transmission device is actually very mature. Almost no one will die due to transmission failure." Academician Zuster extinguished the flames on the clothes on his left shoulder.
Said to comfort Bediwell.
"I believe it." The werewolf young man replied sarcastically: "I'm glad I don't need to use this. I don't want to lose a piece of meat during the teleportation process."
"I heard you say this------" Big Lawrence rubbed his belly, "Why do I feel like the fat in my belly has decreased a bit?"
"Just in time to help you lose weight." The werewolf young man said angrily. Then he saw the scholars from the Brotherhood also using the teleportation device to teleport over one after another, and couldn't help but wonder what Eric, the strategist in charge of the rear, would do. This
It is originally a short-distance transmission device for people. It seems that it can only transmit a limited amount of mass at a time. The mass of that bulky wheelchair is obviously not suitable for being transported by the transmission device. Could it be ------
Whoosh. With a burst of lightning, Eric had been teleported over, and he was not sitting in a wheelchair. He was standing on the ground with his own two feet.
"Oh, of course." The werewolf youth remembered that Eric the Strategist can actually move around without relying on a wheelchair. It's not because he is not paralyzed, but he seems to be able to use some kind of magic to control himself like a puppet on strings when he is completely paralyzed.
body to act.
"But what about the wheelchair?" The werewolf youth saw the wheelchair dropped by Eric from a distance and couldn't help but asked curiously. In addition to being tools that Eric, the strategist, didn't need to carry, that thing was actually a mobile arsenal.
There's no reason for Rick to give up his equipment like this, right?
"It's easy to handle a wheelchair." Eric stretched out his hand towards the end of the corridor behind him, seeming to be concentrating on issuing a certain command. The wheelchair less than a hundred yards away was actually controlled by the brain waves of the strategist Eric.
After receiving the command, it immediately turned into a steel ball that looked very solid and thick, floating in the air and flying towards Bediwell and the others.
The mechanisms along the way seemed to sense the wheelchair that had turned into a ball. Spikes protruded from the ground, trying to pierce it, but they could not get through its hard shell. Countless serrated blade wheels appeared on the ground, but they collided with each other.
This steel ball was bounced off; walls of fire passed by it, but the high heat could not do anything to it. Not to mention the acid pool, it would not touch those floating ones as it passed by.
Acid.
Then it flew safely through the entire corridor of the dissatisfaction agency and arrived in front of the strategist Eric. Eric calmly restored the steel ball-shaped wheelchair into a small floating wheelchair that could carry people, and sat on it by himself.
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Bedivere has a lot of things he wants to talk about, but he doesn't know where to start.
"You know what? If you had used a wheelchair to carry the anchor point of the teleportation device to fly through this corridor from the beginning, I could have saved a lot of trouble and wouldn't have to take such a huge risk of life." So Bediwell thought for a long time.
Started to complain fiercely.
"It's impossible. In order to make it strong enough, this thing doesn't have too many fancy features." Eric shrugged, "Even if it can fly across the corridor carrying instruments, it doesn't mean it can be installed."
And start the instrument."
"You just need to install a robotic arm inside it, and it can act as you want, right?" Bediwell continued to complain.
"Such a complicated thing... please spare me." Academician Zust on the side couldn't help but muttered.
Only then did Bediwell remember that the people who made the final preparations for this wheelchair seemed to be the people from the Meyerson Brotherhood. Although they had made a lot of preparations for this [excavation] operation, they were certainly not 100% prepared. Even
The excavation time has suddenly been advanced. There seem to be many unstable factors within the Brotherhood that are affecting the progress of the excavation work.
"Let me ask you first," Bediwell glanced at the teleportation anchor point device on the ground and asked, "How many of these teleportation devices did you bring during this excavation?"
"It's not [a], it's [a deputy]." Zuster replied: "This kind of short-distance transmission device is used in pairs, with both ends being anchor points. It can and can only perform point-to-point transmission. Due to the equipment's
The cost is relatively high, so we only brought three sets this time."
And one pair of this thing has already been used. In other words, there are only two teleportation devices left that the Brotherhood can use next.
"What if all this stuff is used up?" Bedivere asked again, "Can we just cancel this excavation and go back?"
"Well, it will be easy when the ship reaches the bridge." Academician Zuster looked very optimistic, "Maybe the next agency will not be so difficult to break into?"
"Huh." Bedivere smiled indifferently at Academician Zuster's naivety.
"Let's go this way." Strategist Eric did not comment on the conversation between the two. The floating wheelchair he was sitting in had moved to the edge of the room and found a way to go down. It was different from the previous way.
The stairs are spacious and bright. This kind of stairwell that looks so open and honest doesn't seem to have more traps to plot against people, right? (And the previous narrow staircase didn't have any traps either.)
"You don't need me to explore the road this time?" Bedivere then smiled bitterly. Maybe he would encounter some phantom of the Pharaoh talking to him when he walked in front again.
"We still have to be vigilant. Let's go down." Eric ignored the werewolf youth's taunts and controlled the wheelchair to fly downward.