Power and Empire Chapter 1262: Praise the Prophet
"Destruction? You guys are really...Tsk..." The fat man walked towards this weird iron box a little bit humorously, and came to the front of the box with shining eyes, and wiped the dust on it with his hand, revealing The location of the base,
The fat man wiped the dust off the button of the box with his hand, his eyes became deeper. If he was just a suspicion just now, he can already be very sure that what he saw was a safe, and what appeared in front of him turned out to be The six-button password safe, although the shape is somewhat deformed, and the specific metal material is not visible, but the side-by-side safe buttons on the top are protruding, and there are a few besides it, even if it is too long, they will not come. Less dust and dirt wrenches,
Muyacordir next to him is a bit at a loss for his actions,
He knows how attractive that thing is for anyone who comes in for the first time. When he first came in, he almost couldn’t get out because of this, but his Majesty Falcon’s performance was very strange. It seems that the interest in the base of this thing is greater than the interest in this iron box
"Could it be..." Muyacordil smiled knowingly, and said, "Your Majesty, don't bother to find it. In the past few hundred years, my clan has almost searched countless people here. Second, apart from these things, there are absolutely no keys or mechanisms. On the contrary, there is not much time now. Every time my clan comes in, I only dare to stay in it for 20 minutes and must leave immediately, otherwise it will probably be closed. The danger inside"
"Twenty minutes? Enough!" The fat man waved his hand indifferently, and did not take Muya Cordier's reminder to his heart. He was looking for the fixing screws of the iron box base, this locomotive The look of Miyakodir may be a monster in the eyes of Muyakudil,
But in the eyes of the fat man, this locomotive is really ordinary. This is a coach for family trips. The box on it is used to put some extra items.
Generally, such boxes are locked, and in order to avoid being taken away during parking, they are usually fixed with steel screws on the base of the box. Obviously, the Muyak people would not know this.
"Prophet Ferran, you can't play with your descendants like this!"
At the base of the safe, the fat man took almost no time to look at the box, and quickly found the four obvious screw buttons that fixed the box. A trace of regret and helplessness flashed in his heart,
To be fair, he has seen the safe. Obviously it will not be a product of this era. The most likely thing is something that followed the Prophet Ferran to pass through, and the secret that Prophet Ferran had to lock after his death must be a very important item.
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Or this is just the prophet’s inadvertent negligence. Unfortunately, this small design has caused the Muyak tribe who guards the Holy Land to struggle with this for hundreds of years. I don’t know how much brain power and energy was spent, how many generations. People are crazy, and they haven’t solved this simple mystery,
This is probably the surprise of the times. Such ordinary turnbuckles, if they are in modern times, even a child will easily use tools to unscrew these hidden buttons, but for the Muyak people, this is a entanglement. They have been confused for hundreds of years,
hesitated on the position of the password button. The fat man knew he would never open it, so he picked up a wrench next to him without hesitation. Since he couldn’t open it in a short time, he had to take it away. I fixed my eyes on the four fixing screws of the base,
Vigorously twisting the screw that has been rusted for hundreds of years, the creaking metal friction sounded in the huge empty space
" Your Majesty... What are you? "Reposti looked at him with a confused look
" What are you doing, don’t come to help!" The fat man shouted to the two standing dumb with dissatisfaction, because he hadn’t been twisted for hundreds of years, and the screws were basically rusty. The layer of black dirt clings to it,
It took a lot of effort for the fat man to finally twist one out, and 5 minutes have passed. According to this progress, if you want to twist all 4 out, it will take at least 20 minutes, which is undoubtedly touching The bottom line of staying,
In a hurry, the fat man couldn’t take care of so much. He took two wrenches directly from the side, one to Reposti, the other to Muia Cordier, who was hesitant, and then used the wrench to focus on the other Knocked on the two screws, and said, "Follow my actions, twist these two too!"
"Your Majesty, this is a blasphemy!" Muyakudil was speechless, and almost fell to the ground when he took the wrench.
The whole body stood there, staring incredulously at the respected Majesty Falcon, and the tall and sturdy Reposti, using an unknown metal tool to pull a protruding piece from the sacred object. Bones,
Muyakudil feels that he is going crazy. In his eyes, that is part of the body of the holy object. In the legend of the Muyak tribe, these monsters made by the Prophet of Ferran just sleep here temporarily. , The Holy Spirit who guards the prophet will not be disturbed,
In other words, the Muyak people believe that these things are alive. Although they are just sleeping quietly here, the sturdy, unknown shell and the hideous and huge appearance all indicate that once this monster wakes up What a terrible thing it will be here
"Actually, this thing is quite twisted!" Reposti showed unconcealed excitement on his face, showing him a mouthful of white teeth, Muya Cordier hesitated in pain for a while. Later, with a frightened hand, he finally picked up the wrench with some trembling, and there was also a hint of eager excitement in his heart. When the wrench was screwed on, he felt an inexplicable excitement. This is the Muyak hundreds. Years of entanglement!
"嘡啷"The crisp metal falling to the ground answered in the huge empty space. A metal screw full of dirt bounced on the ground, and the three people stopped their movements at the same time, unknowingly, All the four fixed screws were twisted off, and the fat man carefully put all four precious screws into his pocket. He would take these four screws back and let the research institute study them carefully.
As a modern person, he knows very well what this small invention means to that era of machinery. The function and appearance of machinery can be ever-changing, but in the final analysis, everything is fixed by such large and small screws. Yes, you can even say that the whole civilization is built on screws. Without screws, there is no possibility of that civilization. The smaller things are, the most difficult to replicate.
Now that there is such a ready-made template, it will undoubtedly save the research institute a lot of energy, and the screws are very heavy and should be a special metal
"Your Majesty, have you heard anything!"
Busy, near the left RyPosti raised his head uncertainly. Under his gaze, His Majesty Falcon’s hands were violently clasping the two ends of the black box, and Muya Cordel was gasping next to him. Cruel, looking at the black box with bloodshot eyes,
Everyone wants to know, what is this thing that has been protected by the tribe for hundreds of years? The ground shook slightly again, this time all three people heard it,
Fatty's face turned pale, and with a violent force, the black box made an unpleasant creak, and as he was violently pulled up by himself, a hook-like thin iron wire was exposed under the box,
The sound of breathing came suddenly, and a grain of fine sand fell from the top of the head onto the faces of three people in amazement,
"What's the situation!" The sudden and concurrent sense of crisis made the fat man feel that his scalp exploded in an instant, rumbling, and countless fine sand poured down from the top, flowing down like a waterfall, blocking it. Road,
"It's over, it's dead!" The fat man held the black box with a stupid expression
"Look at that, it's the steps of the altar in the center of the city!" Muyacordier's surprise and inexplicable shout came from the side. As the fine sand flowed clean, an upward passage appeared in the collapsed place.
At the top of the passage, there is a lazy sculpture of the Prophet Feilan in the center of the red clay city. A bright sun shines through the steps very cutely, like a beam of light shining down,
"Your Majesty, we don't have to die!"
The joy of life from a dead end, the three people cheered and cheered. At this moment, there are no monarchs, no masters and servants. Everyone just never feels ~ IndoMTL.com~ Life is actually so beautiful, and it is unreasonable. The air you breathe is so comfortable and cozy
Fatty finally knows how the Prophet Ferran brought in such a huge steam engine in the first place,
"Praise the Prophet!" The first thing Muyacordier did when he ran out of the steps was to lie down in front of the altar.
desecrated the sacred object for himself, and gave the most solemn apology to the sculpture of the Prophet Ferran. Beside him, Reposti sat on the ground panting and inhaling, seeming to never have enough Time
"Praise the prophet! "The fat man who has never believed in any religion, stood upright for the first time, and bowed to the statue of the prophet Ferran, who was unique and tender like an angel, with a pious look.
This is a great and noble character, or he is not good at conspiracy and politics, even rejected by that inappropriate era, but still has a bright heart as bright as a star,
respect, freedom, life. . . . The sky doctrine flashed through the fat man’s mind one by one, and it was never so clear. The fat man could feel that this prophet Feilan valued the black box, and even designed such a sad and happy scene to warn the person who finally got the black box. Every life, every morning, and even every inch of light should be respected. This is the true sky doctrine.
Suddenly, the fat man felt that he should let the sky tutor Palschenna take a look in person. This should be the sky sacred religion she is fighting for, (to be continued) [] If you like this work, You are welcome to vote for recommended votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. )