Fingel looked at the cyan aurora slanting down in the sky in shock, standing there looking up at the sky as if he was a statue engulfed by ice peaks.
At this moment, Fingel realized that he might really be a waste, a country bumpkin without any knowledge.
Not sure if other people had the same feeling as him, Fingel found himself trembling with excitement, every muscle in his body, throat, tongue, and even the blue holes in his eyes that reflected the sky.
He was like standing on a crazy trembling motor, wishing he could immediately collapse to the ground under this beautiful scene.
"I, I, I... I still have to do it from now on..." His trembling body was accompanied by a trembling voice. To Fingel's surprise, he found that this feeling was quite pleasant.
"Idiot! Run!" A hysterical roar fell from the sky,
"Why does this voice sound so familiar?" Fingel was full of doubts.
"Fingal!
"Caesar's hysterical voice came again.
Caesar stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the scene behind Fingel in horror, wishing he could give the guy standing in a daze on the ice a slap in the face.
Fingel finally heard the source of the familiar voice clearly and turned to look in Caesar's direction.
"Old... big..." Fingel found that his voice was still trembling, but soon he found that he was not the only one who was trembling.
The front was carrying him forward crazily, and Caesar's body was trembling.
Can this thing be contagious? Fingel was filled with doubts.
The next second, Caesar, who was advancing, suddenly turned his head again and looked at Fingel behind him.
"Run!" The voice was blown away by the sudden cold wind, but Fingel saw clearly the shape of Caesar's mouth.
He subconsciously took steps, but the cold air spreading from behind touched his nerves like a hook.
He couldn't help but look back.
But this sight almost scared Fingel out of his wits.
On the sea surface covered by ice peaks in the distance, ice flowers slowly bloomed one after another on the sea surface, just like flower bones blooming in a flower field.
It's just that they are extremely blue ice flowers, and the cold air spreads from the center of the flowers into the air, condensing the already solid ice around them again.
They moved forward from the pupae and rolled towards the direction of the tent where they were.
The biting cold air almost froze Fingel to the spot across a distance of nearly one kilometer.
In this cold mist, Fingel seemed to hear some heartbeats beating loudly. They vibrated in Fingel's ears, like hammers and drums swinging vigorously.
He trembled his lips, turned his head and ran away with a whoosh.
Caesar also ran forward with all his strength. Just a few seconds ago, his "Scythe Weasel" clearly captured the sound of drums and bells coming from under the ice. It was a clear and powerful heartbeat. They spread rapidly along the ice surface,
The entire ice layer was shrouded in a violent trembling sound.
It was definitely a behemoth. Even though Caesar didn't see the guy's physical form, he could clearly feel the heartbeat sound coming from various positions on the other person's body. It seemed to have more than a dozen hearts beating side by side.
They beat in sequence at a certain coordinated frequency, and it seems that only in this way can the blood be completely transported to the huge body.
In addition to its heartbeat, Caesar could also clearly feel the movement of its body swimming under the thick ice. The seawater torrent it was brought up was one kilometer wide. This kind of thing could reach such a terrifying level just by ordinary swimming.
, his size is probably nearly twice as big as the blue whale, and may even be bigger.
If we judge by this size, the guy under the sea now is at least nearly 70 meters.
In the history of the Secret Party that spans over a thousand years, there has never been such a huge dragon. Even the Norton Dragon Aide Samson we met back then had a combined tail length of less than fifty meters.
It was hard for Caesar to imagine what it would be like if this guy jumped up from the ice, and the mountain fell down... The movements of Caesar's feet became even faster,
The barking of dogs in the distance echoed across the entire snowfield in a very short time like crazy, but soon their voices were completely swallowed up by the cold current coming from behind.
Together with the crew members who were camping on the other side of the ice, they were frozen on the snow. During this process, they didn't even have time to wear cold-proof boots. They just wore cold-proof socks and struggled to escape on the snow.
The fate of the scientific expedition team fell on them like reincarnation. The sickle of death mercilessly harvested the bright red lives. Everything here was so weak in front of the power of nature.
Pieces of crystal ice crystals quickly spread out on the snow, chasing after Fingel's heels like biting mad dogs.
He sprinted forward desperately, the muscles rubbing against the internal skeleton rapidly. Fingel's speed at this moment could even easily catch up with the running cheetah, but he could not escape the spreading ice crystal mist.
Pairs of crystal clear crystals rose from the thick fog, and the blue aurora in the sky was reflected on them, like a turbulent blue tide rushing forward.
They were getting closer and closer to Fingel's back, and he could even clearly feel the stinging coldness like steel needles on his calves stimulating his nerves, slowing down his speed.
Ice crystals began to spread on Fingel's cold-proof clothing, and they spread rapidly like a virus. If Caesar had a chance to look back at this moment, he would be shocked to find that Fingel's whole body was covered with frost.
The only difference between him and the sled dogs behind him who were frozen in the cold wave was whether they were still moving.
This temperature only lasts for two seconds, no, it only takes 1.5 seconds. Even if Fingel is not caught up by the ice fog behind him, he will be frozen in place by the rapid loss of temperature from his body, and then completely lose it.
Frozen into dead ice withers that are easily blown over by the wind.
Fingel had obviously discovered this, as his face had completely lost any expression of fear, and instead stared at Caesar with only a small back in the distance with an extremely serious expression.
At a certain moment, a streak of rich golden lightning spread across Fingel's twin children. The surrounding cold air became visibly sluggish, and a power rising from nowhere began to spread outward from Fingel.
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Their diffusion speed is slower than the invasion speed of cold air, but when the icy cold air encounters that invisible and transparent force, it actually begins to melt, like the steam condensed on the lid of a pot by steaming heat.
The boiling steaming heat came from Fingel's gradually noisy body. They completely melted the frost condensed on the cold-proof clothes, and the water vapor evaporated into gas in the high temperature.
This is simply unimaginable in the snowfield at 50 degrees below zero, but all of this actually happened to Fingel.
He is like a steam engine burning to the extreme. His limbs still maintain the charging posture at the original frequency, but every muscle on his body is vibrating and jumping like crazy. They seem to be vibrating at extremely high frequencies.
Jumping on Ger's skeleton.
So much so that Fingel's body was layered like a phantom, and the rapid friction of the muscles generated a large amount of heat. The heat enveloped the surface of Fingel's body.
If someone could lift off his thick cold-proof clothes at this moment, they would be surprised to see patches of skin that are completely different from flesh-colored skin. They appear to be dark bronze. Against the background of the cyan aurora, they look like silent figures in a corner.
Green patina.
If it weren't for the faintly frightening but fiery golden boy, one would have doubted whether this guy was still a living being with emotions at this moment.
The next second, Fingel's crazily trembling body seemed to have touched some switch, and a large area of ice mist behind him was about to completely cover his body. The next second.
Whoosh!
Caesar felt as if there was some kind of engine running desperately beside his ears. The premonition of the Yan Ling Kam Weasel made him instinctively turn his body to avoid something, but the next second he found himself flying into the air.
A violent force suppressed his arms, and a steel-like palm was stuck on his buttocks,
Caesar's entire face seemed to be embedded in some moldy doghouse, and the stench almost made him suffocate instantly. Not only that, he also felt the rich hair rubbing hard against his face,
He consciously wanted to escape from this place, but the wind blowing from the front pressed his body tightly against the guy behind him.
If he hadn't guessed that this might be Fingel based on the thick hair on his chest, he would have drawn his sword and launched an attack.
But at the same time, when he knew that he was being pressed hard by this guy on his chest and his other hand was holding his crotch in awkward movements, he felt an urge to kill this thing again.
This scene did not last long, and soon Fingel's pace slowed down significantly.
His body seemed to have reached a limit, and his heavy breathing spurted out hot air that was so hot that it melted the ice.
Fingel threw Caesar forward fiercely. Caesar, who weighed more than 90 kilograms, was easily lifted in Fingel's hands like a chicken, and then flew out heavily.
Almost ten meters away, Caesar quickly found his body's center of gravity in mid-air. The moment he was about to land, his body suddenly rolled up, stepping on the snow with light steps like a cat.
The next second, Fingel's body passed by him, and Caesar grabbed the ground with both hands and feet and rushed forward.
Although in the short period of time, he was like a toy being played with casually, he was also aware of the situation he was facing now.
The cold air surging behind them was like a monster opening its mouth, trying to swallow them completely.
They didn't know how far they ran, and they didn't know which direction they were heading in. As long as there was no ice mist ahead, they would run in that direction.
But this ice shelf is so huge that you can't even see the end of it. How far can they run?
Can they run on the ice faster than the giant whale can swim?
These questions flashed in and out of his mind, but Caesar had no time to think about it. Adrenaline had been secreted to the extreme, and all his strength was used in running. He did not dare to take a step slowly, let alone fall, otherwise he would be killed by those behind him.
Devoured by the ice hell.
Next to Caesar, Fingel moved his feet like a crazy bison, his solid footprints deeply embedded in the thick frozen ice.
It was at this time that the trembling force finally affected the ice. Not all of this huge ice shelf was thick and hard ice.
In many places, there are actually dense cracks. They are cracks between ice shelves. The low temperature makes their connection points freeze, but they are not as strong as ice shelves.
Amidst the violent trembling force, some unstable places will inevitably break.
A huge crack appeared on the path forward of Caesar and Fingel. It spread to a length of nearly a hundred meters in an instant. The width of nearly ten meters between the two made the two men turn pale instantly.
The two of them stood on the rugged ice surface, with the black and cold water rising and falling below.
At this moment, they seemed to be standing at the end of the world.
The dark clouds above my head condensed into a whirlpool, bringing with it a strong sense of oppression.
In front of them was a broken ice cliff, and behind them was the rapidly approaching ice fog. God seemed to have given them no chance to escape.
Jam the scythe of death on their necks.
"Jump down!" Fingel's voice boomed in Caesar's ears.
Caesar stared in disbelief at Fingel, who was taking off his clothes quickly, and then looked at the sea below where black waves were rolling and broken ice was floating everywhere.
An unspeakable pressure fell deeply on his shoulders.
But Caesar didn't hesitate at all. The moment Fingel plunged into the sea, he jumped in right after him.
The distance that shortened rapidly from top to bottom made him seem to be embracing an abyss, and suffocating loneliness rushed down his pores.
The deep sea with no light for nearly ten thousand miles was like a prison that locked up the future. It completely swallowed up his nearly naked body.
But what surprised Caesar was that what he felt was not the freezing cold water, but the warmth that enveloped his whole body.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered something,
"The temperature is minus 30 degrees! The mixture of ice and water is zero degrees." Fingel was lying on a piece of broken ice in rough clothes.
It was only at this time that Caesar saw clearly the state of this guy. At this moment, Fingel could be called a man with an iron mask.
Traces of copper-green color were densely engraved on his body like spider webs.
This thing seems to be fading away, and the parts without the patina gradually reveal the original skin color. The skin is quickly turned red by the cold sea water.
Fingel's twin boys have also returned to blue-grey, reflecting the broken ice cliff behind them. The low-hanging black sky above the ice cliff is so close that they seem to be within reach.
The next second, the thick white mist covered the black hole.
They are densely packed and frozen in layers above their heads...