Power and Empire Chapter 1261: The tragedy of the times

"Master Reposti can rest assured that the holy temple is actually very safe." Muyakudil was really blind to the side, and cautiously interrupted and said, "Prophet Ferran is a great person who respects life. How could he? I designed the place of my bones to be a murderous place, just to avoid that people who enter the temple every time will be greedy because of the things inside, so Lord Prophet, specially designed this that will change over time. And the slowly closed stone gate is to tell anyone who enters the holy temple that there is only one choice for life and hope!"

"So, you know what's in the holy temple, right?" While talking, the fat man stopped in front of the huge holy gate. As the light gradually dimmed, the steaming water vapor held a long stream of water. The boundless taste of no flow

"Every ten years, no matter whether it is necessary or not, my clan will open a holy place! This is the law passed down by the ancestors, otherwise it will lead to the catastrophe of genocide" Muyacordier answered cautiously, undoubtedly admitting This point

"Tell me, what's in it?"

The fat man hesitated a little, his sharp eyes couldn't penetrate the dense water vapor that filled the temple. He only felt that there was whiteness inside, and he couldn't see the way forward at all. If there is no guide by someone familiar, maybe You may step into the air and roll into the dangerous gap between the mountains.

"I... don't know how to describe it!"

Muyacordier shook his head, hesitated for a moment with a distressed look, and said, "If you have to find a word to describe it, I can only say that it is a monster, a huge monster made entirely of metal. Swallowing clouds and fog, all the white mist in front of us was sprayed from its mouth. The monster was guarding the tomb of the prophet. My clan tried to see if we could open the door of the tomb, but found that it was as huge as the temple door. In the end, most of our ancestors chose to quit, leaving only one elder who has been studying the secrets of the holy temple all his life.

The ancestors left him enough food and water to support 20 years. As a result, when the temple gate was opened in the new year, he found that the elder was dead and it was ugly, as if he was suffering from a violent cough. Judging from the characteristics of the corpse, the time was just a few hours before the temple door was opened. This should be the curse of the holy temple mentioned by the ancestors. I told those who dare to desecrate. No one from the clan dared to propose to unlock the secrets of the holy temple anymore! "

"Did you die from a severe cough?"

The fat man looked at the choking water vapor in the holy temple with some meaningful meaning. No one would have thought that this machine that opened the temple door was actually a major clean-up of the inside of the holy temple. The high-heat water vapor was airtight. Space expands and flows. In some cases, boiling water with an overall temperature of more than 100 degrees Celsius is formed. In this extreme environment, it is too difficult for people to survive.

Everyone waited at the door for about ten minutes before the white water vapor became thin. The water vapor on the walls of the temple door began to form flakes of ice because the outside temperature exceeded minus.

"Your Majesty, please come with me!" Muyakudil reached out from the entrance of the temple, a perennial immortal brazier, took out a pine oil torch, made a gesture to the fat man, and then the first Walk into the temple gate,

The fat man followed closely, and Reposti followed nervously on the left.

What appeared in front of me was a corridor deep underground every dozens of steps away. Muyacordil would light up the oil lamps on both sides of the aisle. It seemed to be a familiar road, and the lights were reflected in the silent and intimidating tomb passage. The column constitutes the colonnade, the place where the bones of the Prophet Ferran is displayed in front of the fat man. The architectural structure is similar to the temple altar, and the walls on both sides are engraved with various cultural ornaments and rare birds and exotic plants similar to the red clay altar. Decorative xìng sculpture; the frieze ribbon decorated with white marble veneer looks serene and somewhat sacred. The crisp footsteps are clearly identifiable in the aisle,

"What material is this?" The fat man frowned slightly. The passageway was more than two meters high. It was neatly repaired and the walls were red. The fat man touched it, his tentacles were hard, warm, and smooth as fat, and he couldn't recognize any material. The entire passage was glowing with a white, dim light under the oil lamp, but no candles, torches, lanterns or other lighting tools were found. This kind of bright light can not be emitted by candles or torches, it is more like rì light, but softer.

Muya Cordier led the way, and the fat man followed closely. The sound of footsteps echoed in the silent tunnel, and empty echoes repeatedly recurred. The fat man was not a timid person, but in this treacherous tunnel. Hearing the sound of his footsteps that seemed to come from far away, and looking at the long passage with no end in sight, he felt a pang of fear in his heart. "Opening such a deep passage in the abdomen of a solid rocky mountain, Even the power of the current Falcon Empire may not be able to do it. This cannot be done by the backward Muyak tribe. Who built the Burial Ground of the Prophet Ferran? Covered in this remote rocky mountain, What is the purpose?"

Without waiting for the fat man to come up with a clue, a huge underground flat suddenly appeared in front of them, stepping forward, the fat man was shocked by the sight in front of him, the very wide space was almost the same as the red earth city, at least The four training grounds are the size of the air, and the air is filled with the smell of engine oil and steel. The top of the rocky mountain wall is hung with a giant dish-shaped lamp, emitting a soft white light.

From the location of the aisle, this should be the underground of Red Earth City. "Your Majesty, that's the thing!" Muyacordier pointed ugly at Guangping where a dozen odd-looking platforms were parked in a mess. Steel cars. Behind these cars, there are large square iron boxes on which a bracket is hung. There are no wheels underneath. The most surprising thing to the fat man was the steel machine Muiadic pointed at, which made the fat man stop in front and watch for a minute.

It’s no wonder that even Muya Cordier calls this huge monster a monster,

There is a huge machine that is 4 meters high. A huge iron ring is placed on the wheel of the machine. It should be the huge door that opened the door. The outside is still filled with steam that has not yet been completely dissipated. The voice indicates that the machine should have stopped,

The fat man recognized at first sight what these displayed things were, shit, steam locomotives! Very excited but also very sad and indignant. There is no railway. What is the use of this steam locomotive! It is impossible to carry it out. In 3 hours, to carry such a big thing out, even if three people try their best, it is absolutely impossible, and the narrow corridor also determines that this thing cannot be squeezed in at all.

I really don’t know how the Prophet Ferran made this outside, and then moved into the mountain to sleep with him? One by one doubts are rolling in the fat man’s mind

Although the shell is covered with rust and stands silent, looking at the huge body, the fat man can still imagine that these steam locomotives turned out in the past, which inevitably caused a huge panic among the Salanders.

In the absence of any mechanical knowledge and scientific popularization, there is a lack of sufficient strength. This kind of thing was a terrible monster for the Salanders who had just established a foothold in the new land at that time. , The loud roar, the thick steaming, but his maker was the Prophet Feilan who led the Salanders across the sea,

If anyone now says that Prophet Feilan is a religious leader of the gods, the fat man will spit on him unceremoniously. Would a guy who can build a steam engine using the crude conditions hundreds of years ago be a religious leader who pursues his faith? What a joke,

This guy is an advanced mechanical genius and stupid reformer. He hopes to use technology to change society, but he forgets that technology itself is a deadly place for the age of ignorance. The greatest possibility is the same as himself. A stupid traverser, but he loves peace, pays attention to respecting the weakness of life, and is destined to be cast aside by that stupid era, and die! If you don't have the strength, what if you have advanced technology, it is really ironic! "

The fat man couldn't help but sighed inside,

Thinking of the sky doctrines that have been tampered with, the mutilated carved stone walls that have been artificially destroyed, and the concealment of various artificial repairs in the temple, it is obvious that the over-advanced concepts and technology have made this Salander In my heart, the once lofty leader of the jīng **** immediately fell into a situation of betrayal and separation, and finally fell into a barren land, burying the greatest invention of his life in this tomb that never sees the sky

This is the tragedy of the times~IndoMTL.com~ is also the tragedy of the traveler, "Your Majesty...

Look now! "Muyacordil asked hesitantly, his feeling is similar to that of a fat man. Every time he sees these mysterious and powerful things, his heart is still excited. This is the collection of the Prophet Ferran. Ah, it is claimed to be a weapon that can change the entire world, but the Muyak tribe has studied several generations of people for this, but they have not figured out what these things are? "What is that? "

The fat man turned around with a little regret, a little bit into Baoshan and returned empty-handed. Just when he was about to leave, suddenly his eyes swept over the top of a steam airport, and a boxy thing reflected in him. Eyes,

It is a metal black iron box, which is very tightly closed, a bit like a small safe,

At this moment, he also discovered that among those semi-remnant locomotives, only this locomotive was the only one that was completed.

A lot of traces of blunt instruments can be seen on the rough car body. "It's not clear, but the mysterious box and the whole car are fixed together!" Muya Cordier obviously knew that the fat man was there. What do you mean, shrugged my shoulders very regrettably. "It's very strong and can't be destroyed from the outside!"