Chapter 2559 The absolute victory over Wang Qi (14)
Chapter 2559 A decisive victory over Wang Qi (14)
"So... what's your state now? These things are swirling around you, you can't get rid of them, and you can't walk?" Bereld asked: "In that case, throw down the magic fire.
No?"
"You are crazy." Bedivere said angrily. How could he give up his Holy Spirit [Sealing the Sun]!
"A place where you can store things. Let me think about it..." The bald man also knew that that was not the solution, so he scratched his head: "There is a large enough subspace in your [jet pack].
Pocket. It was originally designed to provide convenience for geologists to collect various ores in the cave, so the subspace pocket seems to be quite big------I don't know how big it actually is."
"Have you never used it before?"
"Well, the pocket is on the back. It's too inconvenient to access the props. I usually don't store weapons in that place." Bereld carefully walked around the mithril fluid and got behind Bediwell.
Pressing a button on the werewolf youth's jetpack: "Look, it's right here."
Bedivere also noticed that there was indeed something like an armor plate between the two jets on the back of the jetpack. The werewolf youth originally thought that part was a device for storing compressed air, but he did not expect that it turned out to be a storage pocket.
"Can you control these fluids and let them drill in?"
"I'll give it a try." What Bediwell is more worried about than the difficulty of control is actually the capacity of this storage pocket.
The mithril fluid is controlled by the magic fire, and Bediwell controls the magic fire. In fact, he controls the mithril fluid with almost no delay. They quickly gather into a bunch of ice blue.
The mithril stream rushed towards the storage pocket on the back of the werewolf young man, and penetrated into the subspace of the storage pocket without any obstacles.
Crash, lala, lala. It sounded a bit like the sound of water being poured into a kettle. And Bediwell kept detecting it with his sensitive hearing, waiting for the moment when the storage bag was filled.
Boom. As the storage pocket was filled with fluid, the sealing action came to an abrupt end. What Bedivere worried about came true. The jetpack's storage pocket was still not enough, only about two-thirds of it.
The mithril fluid was put in, but the rest remained outside, continuing to swirl around Bediville.
"Tsk..." He grunted: "Are there no other pockets that can hold things..."
He set his sights on Bereld's jetpack.
"Don't give me the idea of a jetpack. God knows if those fluid gadgets of yours will damage the backpack and put me in danger." Bereld snorted: "If you are in danger while exploring the cave, I will
You can also help with the rescue. If even I am in danger, we will really be hopeless."
"Stingy guy." Bedivere complained again.
"What does this have to do with being stingy!" Veins appeared on Bereld's forehead.
"Is there really no space for it..." The werewolf youth ignored the other party's complaints and took another look at the remaining mithril fluid. Although there was only about six or seven hundred liters of fluid left, it was already light enough.
It's no longer in the way, but this thing is still... an eyesore? Bedivere doesn't want to have a halo of mithril spinning around him every step he takes, how annoying that would be.
"Um, that's right." Bereld suddenly thought of something: "Isn't there space inside [Wolf Claw] to store things?"
"Is there any in [Wolf Claw]?"
"The original designer planned for [Wolf Claw] to use a two-hundred-foot-long steel cable, so that it could lower the steel cable from very high cliffs to facilitate the user's climbing and wading. Unfortunately, the strength of the steel cable
It failed to meet the requirements and could not make a steel cable that could safely stretch more than fifty feet. And in fact, such a long steel cable could not be used. So it was finally cut to the current length------"
"So the subspace originally reserved for the steel cable has become more." Bediwell continued: "The steel cable is also stored in a subspace. The space reserved in that subspace is enough to store more things. This is it.
Do you mean?"
"Correct answer."
"Won't it affect the use of the steel rope?"
"I don't think so. The steel cable is just an ordinary aluminum-zinc alloy braided cable. There is no enchantment, and of course it will not conflict with the enchantment on the fluid."
It was worth a try. Bedivere then launched the front half of the [Wolf Claw] without letting the steel cable rewind. As expected, there was a subspace entrance at the end where the steel cable was attached. Bedivere then tried to control Mithril.
The fluid caused these ice-blue liquids to pour into the subspace. It seemed that some of the fluid had seeped into the gaps in the steel cables, and the steel cables gradually took on an ice-blue metallic luster, which looked a bit weird. This is really
Is there no problem...
"Solved?" Seeing that Bediwell had finally cleaned up the mithril fluid, Bereld planned to continue on his way, but after taking a few steps, he immediately spotted a sparkling thing on the ground: "Hey, let's take a look.
this."
"Huh?" The werewolf young man put away his equipment and felt relaxed (the mithril fluid had no weight after it was hidden in the subspace). After hearing the other party's exchange, he rushed over to check what was going on.
There is a skull on the ground. It does not seem to be a human skull, and it is strangely shrunk to a size that can be held in one hand. The thing is "mineralized", and it looks like the fragments of light stone scattered around it.
Very similar, both shimmering.
"Could this be the core of the monster just now?" Bedivere asked.
"It's very possible, and the core was nearby when it landed." Bereld looked at the crystal skull warily, a little afraid to get closer: "Isn't it dangerous..."
"Even if it is the core of the monster, the spiritual body in it has been completely absorbed by the fire of my spell. This thing should be just an ore, with only a shape but no soul." Bedivere boldly approached
Crystal Skull, intending to reach out and touch it.
"Be careful! God knows what other tricks it can play!" Gladiators are particularly superstitious.
"I am protected by the magic fire, there will be no problem." Bedivere was not afraid at all, and reached out to pick up the crystal skull.
Then, something came into his mind.
Day after day, year after year,
The country is ruined and the family is destroyed, and they are just surviving.
Become a slave and work hard in the mines every day,
There are no hopes and no dreams.
Hate. Hate so much.
I really want to take another look at that beautiful island, my home.
Gotta escape from here.
No matter how much hard work it takes, no matter how long it takes.)
Digging big gaps and pushing aside stones,
Hiding traces and pretending to be safe.
Day after day, year after year,
Hidden from the eyes and ears of the overseers.
Resist hunger, endure hardship,
Plan for a long time, then act.
The man, with his body covered in scars, rushed out of the narrow stone crevice.
That man fought heroically against monsters in a terrifying mine, trying to stay alive.
That man lost his footing and fell into the endless abyss. His body was shattered and he was unable to recover.
Only his head remained, slowly rolling down the dark slope.
Landed next to a glowing stone.]
Is this the end?
In the midst of an invincible fate, struggling, struggling,
Until even the body used for struggle has disappeared.
The moment I passed away, I still screamed silently,
I did not go into that good night gently.
Goodbye, my beautiful homeland, the Kingdom of Solis.
I struggled and I never gave up until the last moment.
But this is the end, it is fate that makes me stop here.
I did not go gently into that good night,
It was that good night that opened its mouth and swallowed me up.
Farewell, my boy, Sherichard.
May you live and may all be well.)
The body became colder and colder, and everything became numb.
Resting in this darkness, he should have withered quietly.
Yet a warm light enveloped him,
The glimmer of light in the darkness turns into a prairie fire.
He got up again and became an inhuman thing.
Even so, I still long for,
Longing for that blue sky,
Longing for that homeland.
Yearning, with these monster-like hands,
Tenderly, he stroked his lovely daughter again.
Can this obsession that never fades come true?
Bedivere came back to his senses and found tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.
This world is really small. That man is very unfortunate, but he is also very lucky. Because his wish will eventually come true.
"Hey, are you okay?" Gladiator Bereld asked, "Could it be that you were affected by the skeleton?"
"It's okay, it's okay." The werewolf young man took out a handkerchief and carefully wrapped the crystal skull: "This thing is not harmful. What is left in it is just some memories."
"memory?"
"There's nothing to say. There was a slave who tried to escape from the mine and died in [Pan's Cave], that's all." The werewolf youth hid the crystal skull and replied: "Mutated [Hydrotalcite]
It has the ability to store memories, probably because of this, the remaining thoughts of the skeleton were preserved. Then in a very special environment, it gradually turned into a spirit body."
"Are you trying to say that the souls of the dead are attached to the [Light Stone Core], and all the fluid monsters we encounter are transformed from the dead in [Pan's Cave]?"
"I didn't say anything. This is just a coincidence, and it may not apply to every fluid monster." Bedivere shrugged: "Anyway, let's go. There is probably nothing here."
"Indeed." Bereld looked at this empty mine. It was quite lively just now, but after a big battle, it gradually returned to death. There is no point in staying in such a place. Their real mission is not to fight with
Instead of fighting monsters, they found the fake Elder Cattelan hiding in the mining platform. And now they haven't even seen the shadow of the fake Elder!
No, [Shadow] did see it.
A shadow emerged from the end of the mine tunnel, which was particularly conspicuous under the light.
"That's it!" Bedivere exclaimed.
"Is it all over? There are no more monsters?" A child about ten years old appeared from the passage and asked.