Power and Empire Chapter 1262: Praise the Prophet
"Destruction? You guys are really...tsh..." The fat man walked towards this weird iron box a little bit agitatedly and funny, came to the front of the box with shining eyes, wiped the dust on it with his hand, revealing the position of the base ,
The fat man wiped off the dust on 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 was 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,
Muya Cordier next to him was a bit at a loss as to what he did.
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 the performance of His Majesty Falcon 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. My clan has searched this place countless times in the past few hundred years, except for these things. There is absolutely no key or mechanism, but now there is not much time. Every time my clan comes in, I only dare to stay in it for 20 minutes and must leave immediately, otherwise there is a risk of being closed inside."
"Twenty minutes? Enough!" The fat man waved his hand indifferently, and did not take Muyacordier’s reminder to 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 tourist car when the family is traveling together. 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 this 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.
In all fairness, 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.
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 effort it took for many generations. People are crazy, and they haven’t solved this simple mystery,
This is probably ordinary turnbuckles like the surprise of the times. If it is in modern times, even a child will easily twist these hidden buttons with tools, but for the Muyak people, this is entangled. They have been confused for hundreds of years,
After hesitating 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 could only take it away, his eyes I aimed at the four fixing screws of the base,
Forcibly twisting the screw that has been rusted for hundreds of years, the creaking metal friction sounded in the empty huge 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 yelled to the dull two people with a little dissatisfaction, because the screws have basically been rusted and blackened by layers of black after they have not been twisted for hundreds of years. Dirt clinging,
It took a lot of effort for the fat man to finally twist one, and 5 minutes have passed. According to this progress, if you want to twist all 4, 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, and 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!" Muyacordier was speechless, and almost fell to the ground when he received 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,
Muyakodir feels that he is going crazy. In his eyes, that is part of the body of the holy object. In the legend of the Muyako tribe, these monsters created by the Prophet Feilan just sleep peacefully here. , 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 only quietly dormant 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's face was filled with excitement, and a mouthful of white teeth was revealed to him. After a while, Muyacordier hesitated in pain. The hand of fear and sincerity finally picked up the wrench with some trembling, and there was a hint of leaping excitement in his heart. When the wrench was screwed on, he felt an inexplicable excitement. This has been the entanglement of the Muyak tribe for hundreds of years. what!
"Choo" the clear metal falling to the ground answered in the huge empty space, a metal screw full of dirt bounced on the ground, the three people stopped their movements at the same time, unknowingly, fixed All the 4 screws of the screw were twisted off, and the fat man carefully put all the four precious screws into his pocket. He would take these four screws back and let the research institute study it 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 will be no possibility of that civilization. The smaller the things, the most difficult to replicate.
Now that there is such a ready-made template, it will undoubtedly save the research institute a lot of effort, and these screws are very heavy and should be made of a special metal
"Your Majesty, have you heard anything!"
While busy, Reposti, who is close to the left, 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 panting next to him. Angrily, looking at the black box with bloodshot eyes,
Everyone wants to know what exactly this thing that has been protected by the tribe for hundreds of years is, the ground shook slightly again, this time all three people heard it,
The fat man's face turned pale, 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 his scalp explode in an instant, rumbling, and countless fine sand pouring 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!" Muyakudil'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 pair of lazy carvings of the Prophet Feilan in the center of the red earth city. A bright sun shines very cutely through the steps, like a beam of light shè down,
"Your Majesty, we don't have to die!"
The joy of coming to life from a dead end made the three people cheer when they cheered. At this moment, there are no monarchs, no masters and servants. Everyone just never feels that life is actually so beautiful. The air that zìyóu breathes is like that. Makes people comfortable and cozy
Fatty finally knows how the Prophet Ferran brought in such a huge steam engine in the first place~IndoMTL.com~ Praise the Prophet! "The first thing Muyacordier did when he ran out of the steps was to lie down in front of the altar.
Desecrate the sacred object for himself, and give 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 It’s time to "praise the prophet!" The fat man who never believed in any religion stood upright for the first time. The **** reverently bowed to the statue of the prophet Ferran, who was unique and tender like an angel.
This is a great and noble character, or he is not good at planning and politics, and even spurned by that inappropriate era, but still has a bright heart as bright as a star,
Respect, zìyóu, life...the sky doctrine flashed through the fat man’s mind one by one, never so clear, the fat man could feel that the prophet Feilan valued the black box, and even hesitated to design such a scene of sadness and joy. , To warn those who finally get 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 Palschena take a look in person. This should be the sky sacred religion she is fighting for.