Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1837: The Sun Wheel (41)
Chapter 17 of the sun wheel forty-one
What? ! The werewolf youth only felt a daze in front of his eyes, the original scenery disappeared in an instant, and it was replaced by a deep black. But this deep darkness is not completely invisible. Bedivere can vaguely see the reflections on the corners of the wall and ceiling in the distance. He knows that he is in a room.
It is truly admirable that you can get here. The golden phantom reappeared in front of Bedivere, this time its appearance looked much clearer, or because it was light and translucent, it was not disturbed by other light sources in this dark room, Bedivere Just saw it a little more clearly.
There seems to be no problem thinking that this apparition is that of Pharaoh Menes. This golden phantom was wearing a very Egyptian-style attire, which was very similar to the attire of the pharaohs that Bedivere had seen in various history books, and the special style of the crown on his head was even more important. Even if this man is not Menes, he must be a pharaoh!
You have great power, someone's skills, and the traps I set may not be able to stop you. The phantom without you continued: But I will not give you the Sun Eye so easily. If you really want him, go to the bottom of the pyramid. Before my tomb, the guardian of the sun awaits you. The guardian will be your biggest and strongest enemy, let him witness, do you really have the qualification to get the pupil of the sun!
Wow! The vision of Menes disappeared, replaced by a bright light. The walls of the originally dark room were like a special kind of lamp, which instantly became bright, even a little blinding.
Bedivere took a long time to get used to in this bright light, and what brought him back from his daze to reality was the cry of Big Lawrence: Boss! How are you? !
The call was especially loud, coming from the other end of the corridor, especially harsh. Lawrence seemed to think that Bedivere couldn't hear him, so he extended his voice and shouted, making Bedivere a little embarrassed.
Don't be so loud! I'm not deaf! The werewolf youth said angrily.
He thought about it, the group of scholars on Lawrence's side were actually still waiting for Bedivere to set up the anchor point of the teleportation device, because the corridor behind him full of deadly organs was not something normal people could get through alive.
The werewolf youth looked around, and the brightly lit small room he was in seemed to be safe, with no more traps. It should be no problem to set the anchor point of the teleporter here.
The anchors are set up in no time, you wait! The werewolf youth put the disc-shaped device on the ground and fiddled with it carefully. The operation of the device is very simple. It seems that as long as it is fixed on the ground, and then the small button in the center of the disc is pressed, it is set up. This is originally a gadget that exists for convenience, of course, there is no need to set it too complicated.
Just press the button? Bedivere then looked at Academician Zuster on the other side of the corridor and shouted.
Just press the button! The other side replied.
Okay...let's see what you can play. The werewolf youth muttered in a low voice, set the disc on the ground, and pressed the button.
Transmission begins. The small disc on the ground began to stick out of the tripod, firmly grasping the ground, as if to prevent its body from shaking during the transmission process, so as to avoid errors during the transmission.
Whoosh! Big Lawrence was the first to be teleported. And the teleportation was different from what Bedivere imagined. He could see Lawrence turning into a blue lightning-like thing from a distance, swooping in front of him from the other side of the corridor, and landed on the circle. In front of the disc-shaped teleportation anchor device.
How are you? Are you missing an arm or something? Bedivere looked Big Lawrence up and down. The guy looked fine, his clothes were smoking, but not on fire.
Wow, it's scary! Big Lawrence jumped up and down with a pale face, checking his body. This is the first time I have played this kind of quantum decomposition teleportation. That one shot just now was faster than your ship's teleportation beam, boss, like a roller coaster.
Whoosh! Another blue-blue lightning shot from across the corridor, and this time it was Academician Zuster who was teleported.
After experiencing, um, several failures, the technology level of this teleportation device is actually very mature, and almost no one will die due to teleportation failures. Academician Zuster said comfortably to Bedivere while putting out the flames on his clothes on his left shoulder.
I believe. The werewolf youth replied sarcastically: I'm glad I don't need to use this. I don't want to lose a piece of meat during the teleportation.
I heard you say this big Lawrence rubbed his belly, why do I feel like the meat in my belly seems to have decreased a little?
Just to help you lose weight. The werewolf youth said angrily. Then he saw that the scholars of the Brotherhood were also teleporting one by one using the teleportation device, and he couldn't help but wonder what happened to Eric, the strategist who was in charge of the rear at the end. This is originally a short-distance transmission device for people, and it seems that it can only transmit a limited amount of quality at a time. The mass of that bulky wheelchair is obviously not suitable for being transported by the transmission device, isn't it
Whoosh. With a burst of electric light, Eric had been teleported, and he was not sitting in a wheelchair, he was standing on the ground with two feet.
Oh, of course. The werewolf youth remembered that Eric, the counselor, could actually move without a wheelchair. It's not because he's not paralyzed, but the paralyzed man seems to be able to use some kind of magic to control his body to move like a marionette.
But what about wheelchairs? The werewolf youth saw the wheelchair dropped by Eric from a distance, and couldn't help asking curiously. In addition to being a tool that the counselor Eric did not use, that thing was actually a mobile arsenal. Eric has no reason to give up his equipment like this, right?
Wheelchair is easy to handle. Eric stretched out his hand to the end of the corridor behind him, as if intently giving out a certain command. The wheelchair less than 100 yards away was actually controlled by the brain waves of the counselor Eric. It received the command and immediately turned into a very solid and thick steel ball, floating in the air like this, and moved towards it. Bedivere and the others flew over here.
The mechanism along the way seemed to sense the wheelchair that turned into a ball. The spikes pierced from the ground, trying to pierce it, but it couldn't help its hard shell. Countless serrated knife wheels appeared on the ground, but they It collided with this steel ball, and the walls of fire that were bounced away passed by it, but the high heat couldn't help it at all. Not to mention the acid pool, it won't touch those acids when it floats past.
It then flew unharmed across the long corridors of the Dissatisfied Agency to Eric, the counselor. Eric calmly restored the steel spherical wheelchair into a small floating wheelchair that could carry people, and sat on it by himself.
Bediver has a lot to rant about, but doesn't know where to start.
Did you know? I'd have saved me a lot of trouble and risked my life if you had flown through this hallway from the start with your wheelchair carrying the teleporter's anchor. So Bedivere thought about it for a long time before he began to complain fiercely.
Impossible. To make it sturdy enough, this thing doesn't have too many bells and whistles. Eric shrugged, even if it could fly the instrument down the hallway, it didn't mean it could install and move the instrument.
You just need to put a robotic arm in it, and it can do what you want? Bedivere continued to complain.
Such a complicated thing... spare me. Academician Zuster on the side couldn't help muttering.
It was only then that Bedivere remembered that the person who made the final preparations for the wheelchair seemed to be the Myerson Brotherhood. Although they had prepared a lot for this excavation operation, they were definitely not 100% fully prepared. Even the excavation time was suddenly advanced. There were many unstable factors within the Brotherhood, which were controlling the progress of the excavation work.
To ask you guys clearly first, Bedivere glanced at the teleportation anchor point device on the ground and asked: How many of these teleportation devices did you bring during this excavation?
Not one, but a vice. Zuster replied: This kind of short-distance teleportation device is used in pairs, both ends are anchor points, and can only be point-to-point teleportation. Due to the high cost of equipment, we only brought three pairs this time.
And this thing has already used up a pair ~IndoMTL.com~ So, is there only two teleporters left for the Brotherhood to use next?
What if you run out of this stuff? Bedivere asked again: Can we just cancel this excavation and go back?
Well, it's natural for the boat to go straight to the bridge. Academician Zuster looks very optimistic, maybe the next institution is not so difficult to break through?
Call. Bedivere responded with an indifferent smile to Academician Zuster's innocence.
This way. The counselor Eric did not comment on the conversation between the two. The floating wheelchair he was sitting in had moved to the edge of the room and found a way to go down. Unlike the previous road, the stairs going down are wide and bright. This kind of stairwell that seems to be upright, doesn't seem to have any more secret tricks, right? And the narrow stairs before had no mechanism.
I don't need to explore the way this time, right? Bedivere then smiled wryly. Maybe if he walked in front again, he would encounter some Pharaoh's phantom talking to him.
Still vigilant. Let's go down. Eric ignored the taunts of the werewolf youth and controlled the wheelchair to fly down.