Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 28: Fire up

Because it was difficult to pull me up under Mandela's interference, I was in a stalemate for a while, Fu Jiang yelled at me "Hold on", then disappeared to the edge of the pit, and my body suddenly fell by half a meter. I was worried, but the rope that held my body was not completely loosened. When Fu Jiang reappeared, she held a flamethrower made of a portable gas tank in one hand.

　　 "I throw it down, you shoot it!" Fu Jiang shouted from above.

　　 After getting my response, Fu Jiang threw the flamethrower down. I turned around and leaned against the rock wall, aiming the shotgun in my left hand at the gas tank passing by. I watched nervously the invisible trajectory it passed, and the blood seemed to stop at this moment.

　　 My index finger seemed to be out of the control of my brain, and the timing of pulling the trigger was the moment the gas tank hit Mandela.

　　 The sound of bullets hitting the gas tank was almost mixed with the sound of gunshots. Like the hot scenes seen in the movie countless times, a deadly spark suddenly bloomed under my feet. Mixed with the violent explosion sound, the scorching fire cloud swelled up in the blink of an eye.

　　 The only difference is that the fire cloud seemed to be suppressed by some invisible force. It did not rise up, but spread quickly around Mandela's body. None of the metal fragments that I expected to fly around hit me, only a few hit the stone wall beside me, leaving a heart-pounding hole.

　　Is it lucky or something else? I have no time to think about it. The immense force from under my feet threw me up, Fu Jiang quickly took up the rope and pulled me out of the pit.

　　 I kept coughing. I don’t know if it’s due to excessive adrenaline secretion. My body became heavy and my throat became dry and dumb.

　　Fujie pulled off my mask and stuffed the grey stone into my mouth, just like I did to her last night.

　　Different from what they saw under the pit, the priest and Cui Di did not leave. The situation at the time was not clear, but now the priest was standing by the side of the pit, spreading his hands as if wrestling with something transparent, and pressing down forcefully. Tritty stared at the bottom of the pit with the gun equally nervous.

　　’s ears are filled with the reverberations of explosions and the sound of burning. It became more and more of a tight silence. It's like a taut string, which may break at any time when you pluck it hard.

　　 Mandela was injured in the violent explosion. He slapped the rock wall hard, and we seemed to be standing near the source of the earthquake, almost unable to stand.

　　 I don’t know what hands and feet Fu Jiang did in the flamethrower. According to ordinary judgments, the explosion of the gas tank did not cause such damage to Mandela.

　　 About ten seconds later, the priest and Cui Di turned around and ran back.

　　"Get down, get down."

　　 Behind them, the tumbling fire cloud suddenly lost its imprisoned power, like a volcanic eruption, spraying up with a more ferocious posture.

　　Before the priest and Cui Di were affected, Fu Jiang and I rushed up and pressed them underneath. The scorching waves of air scorched the outer layer of the protective clothing in the blink of an eye. Before it burned completely, the whirlwind blew up around the body, placing us in a calm eye.

　　 "Wind...Father, can you manipulate the wind?" I shouted.

　　 "No, it's air." The priest replied calmly.

　　 is really powerful and handsome. It is enviable. When I think that I have a chance, I can’t help but look forward to my future.

　　 The violent impact did not last long, and the scorching air wave quickly dissipated along the road to the outside. When the turbulence is weakened to the extent that we can bear it, we use our hands and feet to run to the pothole and look down.

　　 The surface of the huge dark green body presents a charred black color, no longer the jelly-like feeling before, but like a hard cuticle.

　　 Despite this, Mandela is still alive. It retracts its tentacles and uses peristalsis to peel off the cuticle on the surface of the body, and the soft part retracts into the cave on the bottom of the pit like a slug. This action was completed in just a few breaths, and compared to its size, it was incredibly fast.

　　 Until it is confirmed that this C-level monster will not return. We looked at each other and looked at each other.

　　Father and Cui Di are of course ashamed, almost no skin is clean. Fu Jiang and I were equally embarrassed. Although I didn't suffer any harm, the protective clothing with plastic film added to almost all parts could not withstand the scorching licking. Become extremely desolate after coking.

　　 "It's so powerful, what did you do?"

　　"As before, add greystone powder. With the priest's ability to control the air, it becomes like this."

　　"How much did you add?"

　　"The share that the priest had previously allocated is all used up."

　　 I thank the priest gratefully and insist on returning my share of graystone to him. However, the priest took it with a serious expression.

　　 "Did you misunderstand something?"

　　 "It shouldn't have been." I said categorically, "Even if you didn't save me for a certain purpose, Father, I did accept your life-saving grace. If I can't repay one or two, I'm sorry. You won't let it. Am I embarrassed? Besides, this greystone should also be counted on me."

Father 　　 stared at me for a while as if trying to discern whether I was telling lies. I am right. After that, Fu Jiang divided his graystone into half and gave it to me.

　　I am puzzled by the lethality shown by Greystone in these battles. Did the graystone itself cause harm to these monsters, or did the graystone react with other substances, and the product of the reaction caused damage to the monsters?

　　 "If you throw graystone directly into the monster's mouth, it will have no effect." The priest explained: "Only by mixing graystone with other substances can it work. I think it is a medium, an introduction to supernatural powers. ."

　　 Although his statement contains some scientific terms, it is generally biased towards theology. It's like a weapon embedded in graystone, which becomes a sacred instrument such as bathing in holy light, so it can fight against monsters such as vampires.

　　 is a priest after all.

　　 rested for a while, and when the residual heat on the stone wall was reduced to the level that the skin could bear, we went to the bottom of the pit as planned.

　　 Both Fujiang and I are fully prepared. One rope cannot hang directly to the bottom of the pit, so we will nail the other rope to the rock wall halfway through.

　　The burnt stone wall becomes hard and brittle, and it is not easy to find a suitable fixing point. The stones on the feet will also break from time to time, and the body will lose its support point and hang empty on the rope. The blackened stone wall and the sound of the lonely stone rolling down will form a huge sense of oppression and attack the nerves.

　　 The memory of the previous fall here is revived in the brain~IndoMTL.com~ Although I don't think I will be afraid afterwards, my body does tremble at an invisible extent, and I don't accept the stop of my thoughts.

　　 I couldn't help but remember that I had fallen from a tree and broke my arm when I was a child, but when I was in a cast, I still followed my partner's footsteps and climbed over the wall. After the injury, I didn't feel afraid of climbing the tree.

　　When I was a child, I didn’t seem to have resistance because of common sense. The resistance instinct is awakened as the body grows up, just like it has been sleeping in the cells. I didn't have a fear of heights since I was young. One day when I was in my second year of junior high school, I was standing next to the stair railing and looking down. The height of only five floors suddenly made me feel dizzy.

　　 Now I fully feel that fear is not non-existent, but hidden behind my courage and passion. Fear is not only an emotion, but also an instinct. When the mood cools down, snake-like fangs will appear.

　　 I consider myself calmly thinking about these issues that most people don't think about. After a while, Fu Jiang below me was the first to reach the bottom. Indignant at the uncontrolled trembling of my body, out of a childish idea of ​​competing with myself, I let go of my hands at a distance of two meters and jumped down, as if to prove something. But Fu Jiang opened his hands to catch him, and he felt like he was stepping on a cotton ball.

　　 "What are you thinking about?" Fu Jiang said in a slightly reproachful tone.

　　 I was a little embarrassed, so I just made an excuse.

　　"Doing a trust test."

　　 "What is that?"

　　"Doesn’t the firefighters land behind their backs and let their companions catch...like exercises?"

　　 "Oh, then I will catch you." Fu Jiang smiled triumphantly.

　　 Yes, you caught me.