The most widely accepted and believed by human beings in the world is the Holy Light lineage.Aside from the conflict between church and state in the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries, the influence of the Holy Light can be said to have permeated every corner of the daily life of the common people.About a billion people in the world believe in the Light.1 Whether it is a prayer before a meal or a pillow prayer of the Holy Light, most people will inevitably come into contact with things related to the Holy Light in their lives.The irony is that Chobutron knew better than anyone else that the picture in front of him was real.As much as it sounded like the nonsense of a madman, the presence of the Ancients was associated with a variety of indications of their intelligence, and Tubtrand had no reason to question the message left behind by this highly intelligent race.Will an intelligent creature that has been extinct leave the wrong message for future generations?
The likelihood of such a is extremely low or even negligible.And if the picture in front of Jobtrand leaks to real life, people will collapse because they have lost the faith in their hearts, which will lead to social chaos."
Rat, is the amount of black powder enough to blow up this place?"
The rat heard Jobutron's shout, and went back to count the amount of black powder he was carrying."
It's not enough, at most, it can only blow up the ice near this doorway and act as a blockade.What do you want to do, my lord?
”"Let's set up the black powder first.No one else knows the picture here except the three of us. ”Jobuterron stretched out his thumb and rubbed his eyebrows, and after digesting a lot of information, he felt that his brain was already a little strained."
Okay, Hoover comes over and helps."
The rat stood up, took out tubes of black powder from his bag, and handed half of them to Hoover.When the two handed over, Hoover's hand shook, and the black powder that he didn't hold tightly rolled down the arc-shaped ground to the ancient man's side, and bounced off again.Fortunately, the black powder was not triggered by impact, otherwise Hoover and the rat would have been blown to ashes by the time they landed.Hoover was about to walk over and bend to pick it up, when the old man's body moved.At first, it only trembled slightly, and everyone didn't pay much attention, but when one of the tentacles hanging from the top was raised behind Hoover, who had already picked up the black powder and was about to walk back to the door, Jobutron's face changed greatly."
Run!"
Jobbuterrand shouted, and at the same time Jobbuterrand pulled out the icebreaker axe that had been hanging from his waist and threw it towards Hoover's position.Such a short period of time was not enough for Jot Brown to chant the spells of the Holy Light series, and throwing the axe was already close to the limit.Hoover saw the axe spinning at high speed in the air coming towards him, instinctively lowered his head, and quickly spread his steps and ran quickly.He didn't look back because he knew what was behind him.The act of turning back will only slow down the pace of one's running, which is a habit developed over a long period of fighting wits with the Hound of Tyndaros.The riding boots under his feet seemed to sense Hoover's crisis, and the jewels set in the sides of the boots lit up.Hoover felt a lightness on his body, and his speed became much faster, so he rushed forward without stopping.The axe thrown by Jobuterrand struck the outstretched tentacles of the Old One, who was in pain and fully awoke from his slumber.As Jobuterrand had previously guessed, the ancient man who was attacked by the raiding hound did not die completely, but went into a state of animal hibernation, repairing his body autonomously.The black powder leaked by Hoover was the primer for awakening the ancients, and Hoover himself was a delicious energy supplement for the ancients.The Ancients, who had just been freed from hibernation, did not fully regain the skills of their bodies, but most of their bodies were in a state of stiffness.Mobilizing one or two tentacles was already the limit of movement, and this precious tentacle was slashed by Jobtorland's throwing axe, apparently losing the ability to continue moving.The pentagram-shaped head of the Old Man stretched and shrank, and a piercing flute sounded from it."
It turns out that the flute sound I heard before was made by the ancient!"
Jobuterrand thought to himself, but he didn't stop.Chobuterrand understood that the ancients, as the creator, naturally could not take ordinary humans in their eyes, and they would inevitably attack themselves when they could, so he could only take the opportunity to strike first."
Purify the enemies before you, O Light.It will roar in the flames of Hell and repent of its sins and transgressions!
”Chobuterron chanted Arnold's own adversary spell that Arnold had taught before he separated from Arnold, a spell that combined Arnold's own understanding of the Dazzling Fire with parts of the Book of Light.The power of the Holy Light condensed into a fire, which was pinched in Jobland's hand, and with the potential energy of running, Jobbuterrand threw the flame in his hand onto the body of the ancient.Originally, such a flame was supposed to have extremely high temperature and purifying power, but it didn't seem to have any effect on the Ancients.The pinkish-purple flames were extinguished by the slime oozing from the skin of the Ancients, and before they could do any damage to the Ancients, they were reduced to nothingness.The shrill sound of the flute sounded again, with disdain and anger in it.One of the Ancient's tentacles wrapped around a technologically charged weapon and aimed it at Jobttland.In that moment, Giobuterron seemed to feel the call of death.The feeling of infinite proximity to death is like being put to the neck with a knife and a flintlock pistol to the head of someone, even more terrible than facing a foreign object like Baiaki.This intuition originated from the early warning mechanism in Jobrentrand's mind, like a big bell ringing frantically in his head."
This shot can't be missed!"
Everything stopped, whether it was the panicked rat and Hoover, or the ancient one aiming his energy weapon at him.Joke Bultrand quickly analyzed the current scene, and it seemed that there was not much to survive.Whether it's escaping or using spells, there is no way to get out of the Ancients' lock, and the only way to do that is to snatch that energy weapon in hand-to-hand combat!
The Ancients slowly twisted the angle of their limbs and feet, adjusting the lock between the weapon and Jobutron, and then a gray, inconspicuous beam of light shot out of the muzzle.Joke Trand glanced at the smooth ground, and the only action he had time to make was to roll without regard for etiquette and fighting posture!
He lunged towards the ground in front of him to the left, and quickly rolled over.The gray beam swept across the ground driven by the tentacles, narrowly missing Jot Brown's right arm.After the beam converged, there was no explosion as one would expect, and there were no brilliant sparks.The sword in the hands of the Ancients was used against the remnants of the Shogues War.All objects that are hit will be reduced to their most basic molecular structure and will dissipate.Apparently, the Ancients were unhappy that Coach Buttrand had interrupted his eating plan to use this weapon of murder.After a few seconds, the walls and floors, including those swept by the beams of light, melted like snowflakes in the spring sun, but there was no trace left.This is the hegemony of annihilation.Jobuterrand didn't have time to marvel, but reacted very quickly with a carp and swooped down on the ice at his feet.The Ancient, who was still stiff, could only watch with the eye-like organs at the end of the pentagram as Jobbutran swooped towards him.Jot Brown reached out and snatched the tentacle-wrapped energy weapon, then aimed it at the Ancients and pulled the trigger.The gray beam of annihilation did not shoot out of the weapon as expected, and the energy weapon appeared to go out of fire after a single shot."
What the fuck!"
The Old Man waved his recovering tentacles and knocked Chobuterrand into the wall.The force of the shock caused Jot Brown to spurt blood on the spot.Tubtrand knew that he had suffered serious internal injuries at this time without a doctor's examination, but he had not given up yet.He glanced at the position of the aisle, and although Hoover and the mouse were flustered, they did not stand by, but stacked all the black powder.Jobuterrand struggled to prop himself up against the wall.Instead of wiping the blood from his mouth, he leaned against the wall and walked slowly towards the aisle.By this time, the upper body of the Ancient One had regained its mobility, and it used its tentacles to assist it in walking on the ice.There was a hint of elegance and indifference in his movements, and he didn't care at all about Jobron's movements.Jobuttrand crawled to the exit of the passage, and the mouse hurriedly stepped forward to help."
Ignition."
When Jobbuterrand finished weakly, he fainted in the arms of the mouse.Rat and Hoover glanced at each other and understood their respective duties.The rat threw down the weight in his bag, picked up Jobron and ran all the way out of the black ice cave.Hoover, on the other hand, held the lead and chased after the mouse, and when the lead came to an end, Hoover lit the lead.With a sizzling sound, the sparks of the lead triggered the black powder stacked in the doorway.Bang!
Bang!
A series of explosions were heard from the black ice cavern, interspersed with the angry whistle of the Ancients.The Ancients were blown up by black powder, and the arc-shaped structure was destroyed by the explosion of black powder and the power of the Annihilation Gun.After the explosion, the Ancient, though unharmed, turned around sharply and found a damn gray mist.The sound of the flute ceases as the mountain shakes, and the life of the ancient ends as the gray mist rises.Hoover and the Mouse returned to the Feather River Canyon with Jobland, and it was impossible to continue exploring the Eye of Hell.Now Jote Brown needs to recuperate and heal, and Hoover and Rat naturally can't leave Jobuterrand to explore alone; Doing so will only cost a life for nothing.The rats set up camp by the river and stayed in their tents to check on the unconscious Jobuterrand, while Hoover went into the woods to collect some firewood.Hoover, returning with some dry firewood, found some herbs in front of the tent and a fat fish.Hoover opened the tent and asked softly, "Rats, are you collecting this?"
”"Collect what?"
The mouse asked in surprise, "I haven't been out." ”The two stared blankly at the herbs and fish on the ground."
This is purple bead grass, and next to it is ground brocade grass.These small stones are stamens.2These are all herbs used to stop bleeding.No matter what, hurry up and boil it up, and give it to the adults to take it. ”After the rat finished speaking, he picked up the herbs as if he had received a treasure, and began to boil them in a makeshift wooden bowl.Hoover threw the firewood in his hand into the campfire to keep it warm.Neither of them noticed that a clumsy bear in the distant woods was happily writhing its ass and chasing after the big brown bear.And the bear's twisted lower abdomen was wrapped in a temporary bandage torn from the sleeves of his clothes.———— "A bunch of wine bags and rice bags!"
It's been a few days!
Still can't be broken?!
”The monk beside the archpriest angrily scolded his colleagues who tried to break open the archives.They had been planning this plan for years, but in the end it went wrong with its implementation."
Your Excellency is angry, we need more living sacrifices.Now that the door to the archives is almost an eggshell, a few more living offerings maybe... ”One of the Evil Eye attendants in charge of running the Blood Array said respectfully to the monk."
How many are missing, how many are missing, how many children have been collected over the years, how many are you missing?
Although Iceland is now in our hands, we are ordered not to be too blatant and to keep a low profile.Since there is still a shortage, then use yourself as a sacrifice!
”The monk's face was full of impatience, and guarding this stinky blood array every day naturally made him irritable, so his men fell into blood mold at this time.He swung his knife, and the blade slashed through his men's throats.Blood splattered from the severed arteries, and his men still had flattering smiles before they died."
Drag it out, is there still a shortage of sacrifices?"
The monk raised his head slightly, and asked in a haughty voice.The Evil Eye attendants in charge of the Blood Array shook their heads and shouted that the monks were wise, but they knew better than anyone that the corpses of their companions could not be used as sacrifices.One of them mustered up his courage and walked up to the monk and bowed, "My lord, the sacrifice required for the Blood Array can only be a male under the age of eighteen, and the one you slaughtered just now is ninety-eight years old, which does not meet the needs of the Blood Array. ”The monk naturally knew that what he wanted was Liwei, and at this time, this man's words were obviously a slap in the face.But if you think about it again, you will appear ignorant.The monk snorted, "Sacrifice, huh?"
I'll get it for you. ”With a stinking face, the monk walked out of the Bureau of Investigation.He gritted his teeth, "How can there be so many boys to catch now?"
Looks like I have to sacrifice my lovely babes. ”He walked to his quarters, where there was a basement where there were several little boys with blank eyes.They were naked, with iron shackles on their feet, and everyone was curled up in a corner, shivering.On the ground beside him lay a slightly older, but already stinking corpse.Flies flutter in the small basement space, but the little boys don't care.Instead of pinching these annoying flies to death, it is better to let them stay, so that they can also sneak up on some white maggots."
Don't look at it.We can't get out. ”One of them said to the child who was staring up at the basement cover."
Daddy, Daddy, will come and save me."
The kid said stupidly, apparently on the verge of a breakdown."
If you can't beat that monster if you come, Quaker will fight him," the persuasive child looked at the corpse lying on the ground, "and we're all dead." ”