Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2559: The ultimate victory over the king’s cavalry (14)
Chapter 2559 Absolute victory over Wang Qi (fourteen)
"So...what state are you in now? These things revolve around you, you can't get rid of them, and you can't walk?" Berelder continued: "In that case, put that spell Can't you just leave the fire?"
"You're crazy." Bedivere angrily said. How could he give up his Holy Spirit [Sealing Sun]!
"A place to store things. Let me think about it..." The bald man also knew that was not the solution, so he scratched his head: "There is a large enough size in your [jetpack]. The Warp Pocket. It was originally designed to provide convenience for geologists to collect various ores in the cave, so the Warp Pocket seems to be quite large - I don't know how big it is."
"Have you never used it?"
"Well, the pockets are on the back, and it's too inconvenient to access props. I don't usually store weapons in that kind of place." Berelder carefully bypassed the mithril fluid and went to Bedi. Behind Vail, he pressed a button on the werewolf youth's jetpack: "Look, it's here."
Bediver also noticed that there was indeed an armor-like thing between the two jets on the back of the jetpack. The werewolf youth originally thought that part of the device was used to store compressed air, but it turned out to be a storage pocket.
"Can you control these fluids to get them in?"
"I'll give it a try." Rather than the difficulty of control, Bedivere was more worried about the capacity of this storage pocket.
The mithril fluids are manipulated by conjuring fires, and Bedivere manipulates conjuring fires, and he is actually manipulating those mithril fluids with almost no delay. They soon gathered into a bunch of ice-blue Mithril streams, rushing towards the storage pocket on the back of the werewolf youth, and burrowed into the inner space of the storage pocket without any obstacles.
Wash la la la la. It sounds a bit like water being poured into a kettle. And Bedivere has been detecting with his sensitive hearing, waiting for the moment when the storage pocket is filled.
Boom. The encapsulation stopped abruptly as the contents pockets filled with fluid. What Bedivere feared came true. The jetpack's storage pocket was still not enough. Only about two-thirds of the mithril fluid was put in, and the rest was still left outside, continuing to surround Beidou. Diville spun around.
"Tsk..." He groaned: "Is there no other pocket to hold things..."
He sets his eyes on Berelder's jetpack.
"Don't hit me with this jetpack idea, God knows if your fluid stuff will break the backpack and put me in danger." Berelder hummed: "If you are in the process of exploring the cave. If I am in danger, I can still help rescue it. If even I am in danger, we are really helpless."
"Stingy." Bedivere groaned again.
"What does this have to do with being petty!" Blue veins appeared on Berelder's forehead.
"Is there really no room for it..." The werewolf youth ignored the other's complaint and glanced at the remaining mithril fluid. Although there are only about 600 to 700 liters of fluid left, it is already considered light enough to not get in the way, but this thing is still...an eyesore? Bedivere didn't want a circle of mithril swirling around him every step of the way, how annoying that would be.
"Uh, that's right." Berelder suddenly thought of something: "Isn't there room in [Wolf Claw] to store things."
"[Wolfclaws] in?"
"The original designer intended for [Wolf Claw] to use a two-hundred-foot-long wire rope, so that it could go all the way down from a very high cliff, making it easier for users to climb mountains and water. Unfortunately, the steel The strength of the cable does not meet the requirements, and it is impossible to make a steel cable that can safely stretch more than fifty feet in length. And it is not actually that long. Therefore, it was finally cut to the current length------- "
"Therefore, there is more subspace reserved for the wire rope." Bedivere replied: "The wire rope is also stored in a subspace, and the space reserved in that subspace is enough to store more things. , is that what you mean?"
"Positive solution."
"Will it not affect the use of the wire rope?"
"I don't think so. The steel cable is just a normal aluminum-zinc alloy braid, with no enchantments, and of course it won't conflict with fluid enchantments."
Worth a try. Bedivere then launched the first half of the [Wolf Claw] without letting the rope rewind. Sure enough, there was a warp entrance at the end the wire was attached to. Bedivere then tried to manipulate the mithril fluid, allowing the icy blue fluid to flood into that subspace. It seemed that a part of the fluid had seeped into the gap of the wire rope, and the wire rope gradually took on an ice blue metallic luster, which looked a little weird. Is this really okay...
"Solved?" Seeing that Bedivere had finally cleaned up the mithril fluid, Berelder planned to continue on his way, but he only took a few steps when he immediately noticed something sparkling on the ground: "Hey, Come and see this."
"Huh?" The werewolf youth put away his equipment and felt relaxed (the Mithril fluid would lose its weight after it was hidden in the warp), and only rushed over to check after hearing the exchange from the other party.
There is a skull on the ground. It didn't seem to be a human skull, and it was eerily shrunk to a size that could be held in one hand. The thing was "mineralized" and looked very similar to the shards of light stone scattered around it, all glowing faintly.
"Isn't this the core of the monster just now?" Bedivere asked.
"It's very likely, and the core was near here when it landed." Berelder looked at the crystal skull with caution, a little afraid to get closer: "Isn't there any danger.... .."
"Even if it is the core of that monster, the spirit inside it has been absorbed by the fire of my conjuration. This thing should be nothing but ore. It has a shape but no soul." Bedivere boldly He approached the Crystal Skull, intending to reach out and touch it.
"Watch out! God knows what else it can do!" The gladiator was extraordinarily superstitious.
"I have the protection of the magic fire, there will be no problem." Bedivere was not afraid at all, and reached out to pick up the crystal skull.
Then something flooded into his mind.
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Day after day, year after year,
The country is ruined and the family is destroyed, just to live.
Being a slave and toiling every day in the mines,
There is no hope and no dream.
Hate. I hate it.
I really want to take another look at that beautiful island, my home.
Get out of here.
No matter how hard it takes, no matter how long it takes. )
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Dig a big gap, poke the stone away,
Hide traces and pretend to be safe.
Day after day, year after year,
Hide the overseer, avoid the eyes and ears.
Resist hunger, endure hardship,
Plan long, then act.
The man, dragged with scars all over his body, emerged from the narrow stone crevice.
The man who fought heroically against monsters in a terrifying mine trying to stay alive.
The man stumbled and fell into the endless abyss, his body shattered and unable to recover.
With only his head left, he tumbled slowly down the pitch-black slope.
Landed next to a glowing stone. ]
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Is this the end?
In the midst of an invincible fate, struggling, struggling,
Until even the struggling body is gone.
When I died, I still cried out,
I did not walk gently into that good night.
Goodbye, my beautiful home, the kingdom of Thoris.
I struggled and I didn't give up until the last minute.
But that's the end, it's fate that keeps me here.
I did not walk gently into that good night,
It was that good night, when I opened my mouth and devoured me.
Goodbye, my child, Sheryl Chard.
May you live and may you be well. )
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The body is getting colder, everything is numb.
He, who rested in the darkness, should have quietly withered.
However, a warm light enveloped him,
The gleam in the dark turns into a prairie fire.
He got up again and was inhuman.
Even so, still yearning,
Wanting, that blue sky,
Longing for that homeland.
Wanting, with those monster hands,
Tenderly again, stroking his lovely daughter.
Can this eternal obsession come true?
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Bedivere came to his senses and found tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.
The world is so small. The man was unfortunate, and he was lucky. Because his wish will eventually come true.
"Hey, are you alright?" Gladiator Berelder asked, "Isn't he affected by that skeleton?"
"It's okay, it's okay." The werewolf youth took out a handkerchief and carefully wrapped the crystal skull: "This thing is not harmful. There are only some memories left in it."
"Memory?"
"Nothing to say. There was a slave who tried to escape from the mine and died in [Pan's Cave], that's all." The werewolf youth hid the crystal skeleton and replied, "The mutated [ Hydrotalcite] has the ability to store memory, probably because of this, the residual thoughts of the skeleton are preserved. Then in a very special environment, it gradually becomes a spiritual body~IndoMTL.com~ You mean, the dead person The soul is attached to the [Light Stone Core], and the fluid monsters we encounter are all transformed from the dead in [Pan's Cave]?"
"I didn't say anything. It's just an accident, and it doesn't necessarily apply to every fluid monster." Bedivere shrugged. "Anyway, let's go. There's probably nothing left here. ."
"Indeed." Berelder looked at the empty mine. It was quite lively here just now, but after a war, it gradually returned to dead silence. There is no point in staying in such a place, their real mission is not to fight monsters, but to find the fake Cattelan elders hiding in the mining platform. And now they haven't even seen the shadow of the fake elder!
No, [Shadow] saw it.
A shadow emerges from the end of the tunnel in the mine, striking in the light.
"That's it!" Bedivere exclaimed.
"It's all over? No more monsters?" A child about ten years old appeared from the passage and asked.