Chapter 1837: Yao Shizhi in the Japanese Ring (41)

Chapter 1837 Yao Shizhi in the Japanese Ring (41)
"What?!" The Werewolf youth only felt that the front of the scene was in utter disappointment, and the original scenery was instantly lost. Instead, it was a deep black. But this deep darkness is not completely out of reach, and Biddiville can faintly see the reflection on the corner of the distant wall. He knows he is in a room.
"You can come here, it's really admirable." The golden phantom appeared again in front of Bediville, this time it looks a lot more beautiful, or because it shines and translucent it in this darkness The room was not disturbed by other light sources, and Bedieville saw it more clearly.
I think this phantom is the phantom of Pharaoh King Nice, and it seems that there is no problem. This golden phantom is dressed in a very Egyptian style, very similar to the costume of the Pharaoh seen by Bediville in various historical books. The special crown on the head is the focus. Even if this person is not Nice, he must be a pharaoh!
"You have powerful power, superhuman skills, and the traps I set up may not stop you." The phantom that you are not continued continues: "But I will not give you the Sun's shackles so easily. If you really want to get him, go to the bottom of the pyramid. Before my grave, the guardian of the sun is waiting for you. The guardian will be your biggest and strongest enemy, let him witness it. , do you really have the qualification to get the sun!"
Hey! The illusion of Meinus disappeared and replaced by a light. The walls of the original dark room were like a special kind of light, which instantly brightened and even brightened.
It took a lot of time for Bediville to adapt to this piece of light, and to pull him back from the daze, it was the call of the Great Lawrence: "Old - big -! You are fine. --?!"
The call was especially loud, and it came from the other side of the corridor, which was particularly harsh. Lawrence seemed to think that Bedyville couldn't hear, and he was particularly prolonged by the voice yelling, so that Betdiville couldn't help but feel awkward.
"Don't call it so loud! I am not a blind man!" The Werewolf youth angered.
He turned to think that the group of scholars on Lawrence were actually waiting for the anchor point of the conveyor in Bediville, because the corridor full of deadly organs behind him was not a normal person to live alive.
The Werewolf youth looked around, and the small room where he was shining seemed to be safe and there were no more institutions. It should be no problem to set the anchor point of the conveyor here.
"The anchor is set up right away, you wait!" The werewolf youth put the disc-shaped device on the ground and carefully manipulated it. The operation of the device is very simple. It seems that as long as it is fixed on the ground, press the small button in the center of the disk, it is completed. This was originally a gadget that existed for convenience, and of course it was not necessary to set it too complicated.
"Is it just fine to press the button?" Biddyville shouted as he looked away from the Zuster academician on the other side of the corridor.
"Just press the button!" The opposite is replied.
"Look, see what tricks you can play." The Werewolf youth whispered, setting the disc on the ground and pressing the button.
"Transmission begins." The small disc on the ground began to extend out of the tripod and firmly grasped the ground, as if to keep its body from being shaken at half point during the transmission, so as to avoid errors in the middle of the transmission.
Hey! The first Lawrence was sent over. And this transmission is different from that of Bedieville's imagination. He can see Lawrence turning into a blue lightning-like thing. From the side of the corridor, he squats in front of himself and falls in this circle. The disc-shaped transmission anchor device is in front of it.
"Are you okay? Is there a lack of arm?" Biddyville looked up and down Lawrence. The guy looked good. The clothes on his body were smoking, but they didn't catch fire.
"Call, scared to death!" Grand Lawrence jumped up and down on his face, checking his body. "This kind of quantum decomposition is the first time I played. Just that is just a beam of light from your ship." It’s going to be faster, like a roller coaster."
Hey! Another blue-blue lightning shot from across the corridor, this time being sent to the academician Zuster.
"After experiencing, um, after several failures, the technical level of this conveyor is actually very mature, and almost no one will die because of the transmission failure." Academician Zuster put out the flame on the left shoulder clothes while Consoling Bettyville said.
"I believe." The Werewolf youth ironically said: "I am glad that I don't need to use this. I don't want to lose a piece of meat during the transfer."
auzw.com "I heard you say this -" Lawrence glared at his lower abdomen. "How do I feel that the meat in my stomach seems to have decreased?"
"Just help you lose weight." The werewolf youth did not say good. Then he saw that the scholars of the Brotherhood also used the conveyors to transmit one by one. They couldn’t help wondering what to do with the Ezek, who was responsible for the rear of the temple. This is a short-distance transmission device for people, and it seems that only limited quality can be transmitted at a time. The quality of the bulky wheelchair is obviously not suitable for being transmitted by the conveyor. Is it
Hey. With a burst of electric light, Eric has been transferred, and not in a wheelchair, he is standing on the ground with his own feet.
"Oh, of course." The Werewolf Youth thinks that the cricket Eric can actually act without a wheelchair. It's not because he doesn't mean anything, but he's all over his body, depending on his ability to control his body like a marionette.
"But what about wheelchairs?" The Werewolf youth couldn't help but curiously ask as far as seeing the wheelchair that Eric had fallen. In addition to the tools that Coach Eric did not use, it was actually a mobile arsenal. Eric didn't make sense to give up his equipment like this?
"The wheelchair is a good thing." Eric reached out at the end of the corridor behind him, and seemed to concentrate on releasing some instructions. Less than a hundred yards away, the wheelchair was actually controlled by the brainwave of the strategist Eric. It received instructions and immediately turned into a steel ball that looked very strong and thick, so floating in the air and moving toward it. Bedyville flew over here.
The organs along the way seemed to have sensed the wheelchair that turned into a ball. The spike pierced from the ground and wanted to pierce it, but it couldn’t help but its hard shell half-divided; there were countless serrated cutter wheels on the ground, but they collided On this steel ball, it was bounced off; the fire wall of the road passed by it, but the heat was not enough. Not to mention the acid pool, the floating liquid will not touch the acid at all.
Then it flew safely through the corridor of the dissatisfied organ and arrived in front of the sergeant Eric. Eric calmly reinstated the steel ball-shaped wheelchair into a small floating wheelchair that can carry people.
Bedyville has a lot of things to open and spit, but I don't know where to start to spit.
"Do you know? If you used the wheelchair to carry the anchor of the conveyor over the corridor from the beginning, I can save a lot of things, and don't take such a huge life." So Bediville thought for a long time. Begin to fiercely spit the channel.
"Impossible. In order to make it strong enough, this thing does not carry too many fancy functions." Eric shrugged. "Even if it can carry the instrument over the corridor, it does not mean it can be installed." And start the instrument."
"You just need to have a robotic arm in it. Can it not act as you wish?" Bettiville continued to spit.
"So complicated things have spared me." The academician Zuster can not help but swear.
At this time, Bediville remembered that the final preparation for this wheelchair seemed to be the people of the Melson Brotherhood. Although they have prepared a lot of [excavation] actions this time, they are certainly not 100% prepared. Even the time of excavation is suddenly advanced. The interior of the fraternity depends on many unrest factors. progress.
"First ask you," Biddiville glanced at the transmitted anchoring device on the ground and asked, "How many such conveyors did you bring in this excavation?"
"Not [a], is [deputy]." Zuster replied: "This short-distance transmission device is used in pairs, both of which are anchor points, and can only be transmitted point-to-point. Due to the equipment The cost is relatively high. We only brought three pairs in total this time."
And this thing has been used up. In other words, there are only two pairs of transmitters that can be used by the Brotherhood.
"What if this kind of thing is used up?" Biddiville asked again: "Can you just cancel this excavation and return it?"
"Well, the boat is naturally straight to the bridge." Academician Zuster seems very optimistic, "maybe the next institution is not so difficult?"
"Call." Bettiville gave a faint smile to the innocent report of Academician Zuster.
"Go here." Coach Eric did not comment on the dialogue between the two. The floating wheelchair he was sitting on had moved to the edge of the room and found the way to the bottom. Unlike the previous road, the steps down are spacious and bright. This seemingly bright stairwell seems to have no more concealed organs. (And there were no organs in the narrow stairs before.)
"I don't need to go to the road this time?" Biddyville smiled bitterly. Maybe once again, he will meet the Phantom of the Pharaoh and talk to him.
"It's still necessary to be vigilant. Let's go on." Eric did not take care of the taunts of the werewolf youth and manipulated the wheelchair to fly down.