"Ahem..." Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Seglade couldn't help but coughed and interrupted: "Anyway, we still... uh, use the resources we have to make more weapons, for the upcoming
Be prepared to face the crisis, meow."
Fortunately, they did not lack materials. The more than thirty fallen Thunder Lizards, from scales to skin, from teeth to bones, and even the glowing crystals on their backs, seemed to be ideal materials for making weapons.
"Of course. That's great. At least help me make a suit of armor." Albert said greedily: "I haven't worn any decent armor all the way, so I don't know what to do."
"That... is probably very difficult, meow." Seglade smiled bitterly: "Making armor requires a mold. We don't have a mold now, nor do we have a suitable bonding agent---"
"What kind of resin can you use?"
Seglade shook his head again and smiled lightly at the tiger's stupid statement: "They are flammable. It's okay to use it on weapons, but if you use it on armor, if it is accidentally ignited by the flames, you will become a roasted tiger."
Meow?"
Tiger frowned and had nothing to say.
"Haha, idiots are hopelessly stupid." Chanel on the side said sarcastically without mercy.
More veins popped out from Albert's forehead. Chanel took more and more fun in teasing Albert. If possible, Tiger really wanted to argue with this girl. But good men don't fight with women.
, and because of the gazes of everyone present, Tiger could only continue to swallow his breath.
While he lamented that he was not popular with women, he also constantly resented Bedivere and others who were popular with women.
Why is Albert always the loser in this world? Why is the world always so unfair?
"Everyone, lie down!" Solal suddenly shouted. He desperately grabbed the half-patched shield from Seglade's hand and pressed it on the bonfire! The shield directly suppressed the flames, and the entire camp was surrounded by a burst of darkness.
!
Everyone looked for cover and looked up at the situation in the sky. There was a huge black shadow flying over their heads. Under the vague illumination of lightning and thunder, Albert could only see that the thing was very big and spherical.
, its outline is a bit uncertain and seems to be squirming.
Like a piece of meatball covered with maggots.
Having just finished eating, he saw such a disgusting thing. The Khajiit young man's scalp was numb and he almost vomited it out. But Solar covered the tiger's mouth with one hand to prevent Albert from vomiting and making no sound.
The thing flew past quickly. Contrary to its disgusting and huge size, its speed was very fast, so fast that it defied the laws of physics. It didn't even have wings and just floated like a balloon.
"What on earth is that thing?" Chanel asked in a low voice after the thing flew past.
"I don't know, but it has been chasing me all afternoon." Magic Swordsman Solar whispered: "I thought I got rid of it, but I didn't expect it to follow me."
"Woo! Woo!" The tiger struggled desperately, trying to pry Solar's hand away.
"Oh, I'm sorry, my friend." Solar then let go of his hand covering the tiger's mouth.
Unexpectedly, things got out of hand after this release. Rainbow-colored sparkling substances sprayed out from Albert's mouth, spraying all over Tiger and Solar at the same time!
At the same time, on a floating island in the sky, in the [Link] facility.
Bedivere and his group walked towards the stairs and walked through the dark dungeon with trepidation.
The red light guiding the way was still going deeper into the darkness, and this red light almost became their only source of light. It illuminated the scenery on both sides of the dungeon corridor, but the red color made the surroundings feel weird.
The rooms on both sides are all iron bars and cages, old and old, with the smell of mold and decay everywhere.
In each cage, there are many corpses that have turned into bones. Judging from the skeletal structure of these corpses, it seems that they were killed here when they were still children.
One cage held thirty or forty children. As Bediwell and his party walked along the way, they saw at least two hundred cages. In other words, at least a thousand people died here.
inhuman.
Did the ancient gods set up their research institute in such a hidden place just to cover up this inhumane research?
Judging from the facial structure of these skeletons, they are all orcs. They should be a species very similar to werewolves or vixen.
What on earth were the ancient gods and humans studying in this research institute, so that they had to sacrifice so many lives?
Just because it is a doll you created, can you kill it and throw it away casually?
Just when Bediwell was wondering, a new situation appeared on the road ahead.
It should be said that they have arrived at their destination.
In a huge cage, there is the skeleton of a huge flying dragon.
The bones of the ancient flying dragon have become oxidized and turned yellow, and are no longer the pale white color of bones. However, they are well preserved and are worthy of being the bones of an epic photon creature.
"What, *burp*, the so-called [demon] turns out to be just a corpse?" Paramedes staggered to the bars of the cage and laughed sarcastically: "Those Pegmies
People are really stupid, *burp*, just because of this white skeleton, *burp*, are you scared to death?"
(It's not that simple.)
Bedivere drew out his whip vigilantly: "Palami, get back quickly! There's something weird about that thing!"
Unexpectedly, Palamedes, the drunk cat, not only refused to listen, but also leaned against the iron bars of the cage and laughed like he was dead: "What's weird? Don't be stupid, *burp*, how can a corpse be weird?
Meow hahahaha---"
He was so drunk that he didn't notice at all that the huge keel behind him was slowly moving, leaning its head towards the iron fence where the big cat was leaning, and opening its mouth.
That huge mouth filled with razor-sharp teeth has not decayed for thousands of years, and even withered bones still possess the terrifying lethality of the past.
It bit Palamedes on the head!
Crack!! The bone dragon's bite directly tore the iron fence apart, but it did not bite the leopard man warrior.
Bedivere's tortoise-tongue whip had already wrapped around Palamedes' waist, pulling the big cat seeking death in the opposite direction of the cage, and rescued Palamedes before his upper body was bitten off.
This drunk cat!
"Wow, those bones are moving, hahaha!" The big cat pointed at the keel and said with a smile, "How powerful, meow!"
Bedivere gave Palamedes a fierce look, and really wanted to slap the Leopard Warrior to death.
Seeing that it couldn't bite its target, the bone dragon started to lose its temper.
Two red objects floated from the depths of the cage, and Bediwell finally understood that they were two red eyeballs. They were finally embedded in the hollow skull of the bone dragon, and a pair of red eyes stared at the werewolves.
His eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"See, I also said it, *burp*, the dragon's eyeballs will last for thousands of years!" Paramedis was carried by Bediwell, still getting drunk.
"Well, well, you're right." Bedivere was too lazy to argue with this drunk cat. Finding a way to deal with this skull dragon is his top priority now!
No, wait... is it really necessary to deal with that skull dragon?
Bediwell looked at the iron fence that had been bitten by the bone dragon. The ancient people's technology was indeed superb. This iron fence was actually made of memory alloy and had the ability to repair itself. After it was bitten, it quickly recovered within a few seconds.
Fixed. With the destructive power of the bone dragon, it is actually impossible to break out of the prison!
The bone dragon bumped around in the cage, bumping the cage everywhere, but the cage was repaired faster than it was destroyed, and everything the bone dragon did was in vain.
This is natural! If this monster could escape, it would have escaped long ago. Does it need to wait until now?
So, since it can't come out, why should we be afraid of it?
Bedivere was puzzled. They had no reason to destroy it at all, so they could just let this damn bone stay shut here for hundreds of centuries and slowly weather into ashes, right?
This is true in theory. But in practice?
The surrounding cages began to commotion. Only then did Bediwell discover that in the small cells on both sides of the corridor, the bones of the long-dead orc children began to crawl up, and each one stood like a human being, holding up
Their bony palms began to flap and knock on the iron bars of the cage!
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
Like the sound of a drum.
In this dark dungeon, tens of thousands of skeletons are knocking on the iron railings one after another!
The scene was like hell, a real hell, with demons dancing wildly, a chaotic and disorderly hell!
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!!" Professor Paul was scared to death by this extremely terrifying scene. He was just a civilian and had no resistance to such "supernatural" things.
Thousands of millions of skeletons are massing in this dark dungeon. Any normal person would collapse in an instant when they see this scene!
"Calm down! They are just spiritual bodies! Thought bodies composed of photons!" Bediwell tried his best to explain: "It turns out that the ancient gods were conducting experiments to create evil spirits here--and they have probably succeeded.
!"
Judging from this huge bone dragon and the bones of those orc children, ancient people probably used orc children as experimental subjects and infused evil spirits into these "chunks of flesh".
They are probably "flesh" cultivated in large quantities through experimental methods. They do not have their own consciousness and exist specifically as containers for evil spirits.
Then, when they completed the experiment and mastered the technology of producing evil spirits, they locked these useless experiments in the dungeon, left them to fend for themselves, and then used the dragon bones to conduct greater research.
Without any supplement of survival materials, those "pieces of meat" will eventually die and rot, leaving only a pile of withered bones.
However, the dead bones with evil spirits attached to them are still immortal. They are still "alive" and have been locked here for thousands of years.
------It's like being in a hell, a real hell, a hell of hundreds of years of silence and eternal resentment!