Chapter 1629 Transformation in the Ultimate Battle Thirty-Four
Chapter 1629: Transformation in the decisive battle (34)
The flames kept burning, making the originally bone-chilling corridor as warm as a furnace.
Because the flame rosin powder brought by Bediwell relies on the release of magic power to generate heat, this heat energy is more stable and sustained than ordinary firewood, and the fire will not burn out of control because there is too much firewood.
If the ground is strong, the flame will not flicker and be extinguished because there is too little firewood. The rosin is piled on the pit in the ground and forms clumps due to its own "burning". It is already a stable heat source and cannot be used again.
A little bit of disturbance scattered it.
The fire continued to burn and spread heat, melting the frost on the falling rocks in a large area around it. The three mercenaries continued to dig under the supervision of Bediwell, and their heads began to feel hot.
Khan Bediwell originally wanted to participate in this excavation, but unfortunately he did not have many suitable tools in his hands - all the tools brought by the mercenaries were used by them.
Excavated ------So the werewolf youth had no choice but to pretend to be the boss and just watch from the sidelines. But no matter what, he also paid for help, so being lazy in this way is just in line with his status as a boss.
, otherwise the cost of more than 32,000 Egyptian coins per person will be very worthless.
"Well..." After digging for nearly an hour, one of the mercenaries was so hot and tired that he was panting. He slowed down his hands and feet slightly and wiped the sweat, while muttering: "To be honest.
, I thought something thrilling and exciting would happen this time [excavation]. I didn’t expect it to be this kind of pure [excavation].”
"Huh, it sounds like you have robbed a lot of ancient tombs." Bedivere hummed from the side. He didn't mind the mercenaries occasionally taking a break and stopping to rest. After all, everyone gets tired.
"I have indeed stolen a lot." Lawrence, who was digging with a shovel on the other side, was sweating profusely from the heat. He couldn't help but stop to wipe his sweat, and even took off his shirt: "I have been entrusted with stealing in the past six months.
I've passed at least three ancient tombs. Of course, I can't tell you the details of the client and the ancient tombs. And one of them is the tomb of a certain pharaoh. There are so many traps in it that it's terrifying. An expedition team of thirty-two people
Went in, and only seven came back in the end."
Are there really so many ancient tombs underground in Egypt? Bedivere couldn't help but wonder. But what surprised Bedivere even more was that Lawrence was unexpectedly lucky to be in such an ancient tomb that was full of traps and extremely dangerous.
Running around, he was able to save his life every time.
No, maybe this guy's reaction was better than ordinary people, so he saved his life. The situation was the same yesterday. At that time, he was attacked by [Aggregation] from the dark with tentacles. A normal person would have been pierced through the heart by the tentacles.
And died, Lawrence escaped the most fatal blow and survived. Moreover, Bedivere was in a good mood and let Lawrence go. Moreover, this guy also successfully escaped from the underground glass inverted pyramid without being attacked by the monster.
Collateral damage from an out-of-control attack on the entire institute.
This guy is a survivor. In every sense of the word. It’s not just luck. This guy’s reflexes and survival ability are better than others. The combination of these conditions has led Lawrence to escape from various dangerous places again and again.
of survival.
call------
While thinking about this, a cold wind suddenly blew in from outside. As more fallen rocks were dug away, the stone gaps leading to the source of blood outside became larger, so the cold air from outside also invaded.
I want to compete with the heat of the flame here.
"Whoa, oh, oh------" Lawrence had just taken off his shirt because he was so hot that he was sweating profusely. When the cold wind blew, he was immediately shivering from the cold. He picked it up from the ground with a little regret.
I put on my clothes and sneezed.
"Idiot." Bedivere then snorted.
"Okay, I'm stupid." Lawrence admitted honestly and rubbed his nose with his already dirty hands. He intended to get the snot off his nose, but he didn't expect that all the dirty dirt on his hands would stick to it.
This caused the area around his nasolabial fold to appear black, like he had a ridiculous beard. Bedivere snorted, but held back from laughing.
"Uh-huh..." Because the stone had been moved away a lot, the pressure on Solar's body had also been reduced by half. The Demon Swordsman, who was still in a coma, hummed a few words and regained some consciousness.
"Solar!" Bedivere leaned over and looked at the magic swordsman: "Are you not dead yet? Can you hear my voice?"
"Uh huh huh huh..." It was no use. Solar could only make a very vague hum. I don't know if he was seriously injured or collapsed due to excessive fatigue. It was even possible that he suffered a pain while lying here.
In the cold night, the Demon Swordsman suffered from a severe fever and was delirious.
"Oh, with things like that, it's probably hopeless." Lawrence on the side was still digging at the fallen rocks, but he had more time to make sarcastic remarks.
"His vitality is stronger than ordinary people, so he will not die so easily." Bediwell said with a slight displeasure: "Okay, you don't have to dig over there, come here and focus on cleaning up the fallen rocks next to Solar.
So that he can be rescued."
But one of the mercenaries objected: "This is not possible. If you only dig one side and don't dig from top to bottom, the unstable structure will cause a secondary collapse! At that time, it was not only him, but even us.
Buried in falling rocks!"
"Really?" A drop of cold sweat broke out on Bediwell's forehead: "...Okay. Since you think you are relatively good at this, then dig it out at your own pace."
After all, this group of mercenaries, including Lawrence, should have dug many ancient tombs. Since Bediville has basically zero knowledge about digging, I believe that the opinions of these "experts" are correct.
"Hold on a little longer, Solar." Bedivere then took off his shirt and put it on the magic swordsman: "I will rescue you from here right away."
"Uh huh huh huh huh..." Bedivere's response was, of course, only the vague murmur of the magic swordsman Solar.
However……
"Beibei..."
"What...?" Bedivere thought he heard wrongly, so he was stunned for a moment. This was originally just a word similar to a low exclamation, but when it shook out from Bedivere's throat, it changed its taste and turned into
A question.
"Bebedilov..." So, the magic swordsman Solar "replied" again, although it was an unconscious answer: "I'm sorry...always...sorry..."
…"
But it was precisely because of this unconscious answer that it was the most shocking. Bedivere was stunned. He held his breath and widened his eyes, trying to use logic to analyze everything that happened in front of him.
But, it's impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
How can it be?!
Only a few people in the world know Bedivere's real name, and all of these people should be no longer alive!
So, how and where did Solar learn Bedivere’s real name?!
And there are no more than two people in Bedivere's memory who would say "sorry" to Bedivere like this!
Could it be that Solar is actually ----------!
No, how could it be such a coincidence!
However, if all this is really the guidance of Kama, everything makes sense! The dead person is reborn again, and in the same era, in the same world, it seems that there is really guidance from fate
As if, once again, appeared in front of Bediville!
(He's back! He's actually back again!)
(Is it to meet me again?)
"Uh, boss?" Seeing Bedivere so excited, Lawrence came over and shook the werewolf youth: "Are you okay?"
"Very... very good!" Bedivere, who was in a state of confusion, forced himself to calm down in front of his men and recovered from his stupor.
Although his conjecture was astonishing, of course it was all just Bedivere's own random thoughts and had no basis in fact. Perhaps it was just that people had the same name, and Solar happened to know another person named Bebedilov, and it happened that
I'm just thinking of this person in this trance state! Compared to Bedivere's wild thoughts, this statement is obviously more reasonable!
"Um, boss?" Lawrence called again.
"I told you I'm fine, don't worry, just keep working."
"No, boss, I mean this------" Lawrence then pointed to the depth of the crack in the stone and motioned for Bedivere to take a look.
Bedivere then reluctantly turned his head to see what was going on. This sight frightened him greatly.
On the other side of the gradually dug passage, a burst of colder white frost came through. The hole opened by the landslide was enough for a normal person's arm to drill through, so Bediwell could clearly see the landslide from this hole.
The situation on the other side.
But it is precisely because [it can be seen] that it is scary.
Because Bediwell could clearly see who was on the other side of the collapse!
No, I should say, there is a huge face!
The ice-blue skin on that face is full of wrinkles, and occasionally there are a lot of cold ice slag stuck on it. It can be seen that the huge creature has been weathered, and those tiny wounds have been handed down from ancient times, and even
Older than most of the ancient nations in the world!
The creature's eyes are even more peculiar. The sclera are black, and only the center of the eye is shining with ice-blue light. Those cold eyes are just as literal as the meaning, chilling people to the bone!
Bedivere couldn't help but gasped. In addition to the cold he felt physically, his spirit was also dominated by a deep cold!
------The guy who has been secretly observing all their actions there is the Jotun giant who attacked Bedivere and Solar before!!