When the soul from another dimension stood up proudly with the help of Mr. Du's body, Sam Williams' body slumped into the flames, and the fifty square meters of ground, walls, and ceiling opposite him were burned into a red-hot There was a huge hole, smoke was rising from the incision, the guardian knight Belenko had disappeared without a trace, the moon halo mandala only bloomed for a short second, and even the diamond could not survive the overwhelming purple dark fire.
The fallen dark fire mage Jeffta left. Sam felt like he had had a very long dream. The resonant voice of another soul remained in his nerve center. Every time he turned a thought, there were two personalities speaking out. command, at this time the sequelae of "The Arrival of the Third Category" appeared. The tentacles of the biochip began to wither and rot in the American body. Neuroelectric signals exceeding the ultimate strength acted on the human body through the chip, creating a perfect synchronization rate in a short period of time. It is an illusion, but the stress response of the immune organ has begun. Millions of white blood cells have discovered the traces of the invaders and launched a brutal attack on the foreign cells. This is a battle without a winner. With the death of the biochip, The immune system is also causing huge damage to the body's organs. Sam's mouth, nose, ears and eyes are overflowing with blood at the same time. His face has turned sallow due to acute internal failure. He groans with difficulty and crawls on the floor, stained. In his red vision, in front of him was the huge pit caused by the moon halo mandala, and behind him were the flames approaching step by step. The door of escape had been closed, and only a slow, painful death was waiting for him.
"My Mustang, my V8 engine, my single overhead camshaft..." He coughed up blood and staggered around, murmuring unconsciously: "And my Dodge Viper, my Chevrolet Corvette... ...They are liars, liars, the eternal pure land does not exist, everything is reversed, reversed..."
"elder brother……"
Sam's left hand stretched forward, holding the pair of dark green Ray-Ban sunglasses in his hand. The flames ignited his hair, causing reflex twitching of the muscles. "Bang, bang, bang," the loud gunshots were heard in the fire. Echoing in the air, it was the revolver "Miss Bellucci" made by Americans using 3D printing that automatically fired due to high volume, like a sad death knell ringing in the owner's ears.
For Jeffta, this was a rather strange journey. Things that happened in another world were like a dream. When the soul returned to his body, he felt no loss of mental power at all, as if he had never been in another dimension. Just like he had released dark fire magic, "This is over, listener," he raised his hands and shouted to the sky, but the listener's voice did not sound again, "...I don't understand the situation at all, really..." Mumbling and complaining, Jeffta stood up and walked out of the room, his steps swaying due to the strong vibration.
The location of the fallen dark fire magician was on the lower port side of the submarine ship "Saint Jonah". He walked twenty yards along the dirty and rusty passage, opened a door on the left, and looked at the room. Several men said: "Hey, we are being attacked. I want to go up to see the situation. Do you want to go?"
"No need to look at this stupid pig, it can't go anywhere," a strong bald man shrugged. There was a mountain of meat lying on the bed next to him. Only after careful observation could you find that it was a person, a fat man. An astonishing woman, this person was blinded in one eye, had her tongue cut off, and had only one ear left. She was lying there breathing heavily, and she looked in very bad condition.
"Don't say that, Miss Rose Rose is the most important spokesperson for the listener. She must be restored to her condition as soon as possible," Jeffta said, "Why don't you all go up? At least one person must accompany me.
,...Mr. Consultant, how about you, do you want to go upstairs to get some fresh air?" He turned around and asked.
A man wearing a top hat, a green cloak over a linen shirt, and long gray-white hair stood in the corner. His right hand was on the hilt of the light sword at his waist, and his left hand was in his pocket, looking both relaxed and alert.
, "I don't understand, Jeffta," he said in extremely standard Western Continent Common Tongue, "If you want to protect him, why can't you show up and hide under the boat like a rat in the gutter?"
Jeffta seemed a little wary of this person and immediately replied: "Because the Silver Spirit prohibited us from appearing in front of the candidates. He said that after receiving instructions from the listener, traitors appeared among the ghosts, and there was a group called 'Betraitors'
The guy has infiltrated into the team of Ghost Left Hand. Before we find out the identity of the traitor, we must check each other. No one is allowed to act alone, and no one is allowed to contact the candidate without authorization, Mr. Consultant,"
The man in the top hat raised his head slightly, revealing a pair of sharp eyes under his gray curly hair: "But I need to see him. Only through Yona can I find traces of Pamela. I agreed to join the ghost organization not because of Silver Spirit or that lie.
lofty ideals simply because it is easier to get closer to the astrologer, and you know that, Jeffta,"
"Of course, Mr. W," Darkfire Mage couldn't help but take a step back, "As long as Rose Rose wakes up, he can convey the listener's instructions, and we can tell who the traitor is, and then you can see Yona
Okay,,,that guy is also an old acquaintance of mine. He should call me 'uncle' when we meet... Can you accompany me up there? As I said just now, no one can act alone and must find a companion.
Well,"
Mr. W, the down-and-out nobleman of the Northern Elf, the father of the half-elf Sibi, and the King of the Night in Cherry, put on his hat and nodded gracefully. At this time, another violent shock came. Everyone in the room staggered, and Mr. W's
The cowhide boots stuck to the floor like nails and remained motionless. "It seems we don't have to go up." He suddenly pulled out his light sword with a cry and pointed to the north with the swaying tip of the sword: "The submersible ship has been breached and the enemy has attacked.
Come,"
Jeffta grabbed the staff and said: "Leave two people to protect Rose Rose, and the others will attack. Remember not to conflict with the people of the Aerion Alliance. They don't fully trust us yet,"
"I don't like fighting," Mr. W said. "It's okay to use it to kill time. The Twelve Council Leaders have fallen apart. The damn seal has been loosened. Now I can protect you in front of anyone, Pami."
pull……"
"boom,"
This was the strongest shock since the attack. Yona sat down on the ground. Jekongju had no intention of reaching out to help him. He only looked into the distance with wandering eyes. A dwarf with a pink hat hurriedly pushed away.
Men ran into the conference room and screamed: "Lord Jonah, we were attacked from two directions. The enemy
Tunnels were dug from the lower left and upper starboard side of the ship's bow at the same time. Now the shell of the 'Saint Jonah' has been breached. Please go to the bridge and take command. Lord Jonah, no, Lord Baron, no, Lord Captain.
," he screamed and jumped around while giving random middle finger salutes and poking Jonah's boots with his little fingers.
"Where is the bridge? Where is your elder? Where is Mr. Keshava?" Yona said in a daze. "Oh no, no matter what, take me there quickly. Jekong, follow me. Maybe we can help." Busy," he followed the pink-hatted dwarf and ran out the door. Ye Kong followed him numbly.
As soon as he left the door of the conference room, Jonah almost tripped. Countless dwarfs in pink hats were running around in a hurry on the road, screaming indiscriminately. Everyone who passed by Jonah clicked and bowed to the ground and gave a middle finger salute. , then jumped up and continued to run, shouting. The astrologer had to use his staff to hook the belt of the leading dwarf to prevent him from being lost in the sea of pink hats. "This way, this way, Lord Captain," the dwarf said with a pair of The little short legs ran very fast, pulling Jonah to run wildly. Jekong still walked indifferently, but all the Flores people circled past him five yards away, making the southerners like a fish. A large shark swimming in a school.
After turning two corners and climbing up a creaking long ladder that was obviously a makeshift, several people arrived at the bridge of the submarine ship. It is located on the top floor of the starboard side. The roof is in the shape of a hemisphere. The space is quite spacious and illuminated by magic gas lamps. The steering wheel, navigation panel and captain's seat were removed. The seats were empty, and a dozen dwarves were surrounding them. Jonah appeared and shouted in surprise: "The captain is here, the captain is here,"
The dwarf leading the way ran over naked and yelling. Jonah looked down and saw that the elbow of his staff had taken off the man's robe, but the Flores people didn't care about nudity at all, and they had the longest beards. The elder patted the leading dwarf on the shoulder to show encouragement, then ran over and gave a middle finger salute, "Captain, please give us instructions on what we should do."
The astrologer was anxious and confused: "I don't know either. At least tell me the basic situation now, where we are, what the status of the submarine is, and what's going on with the enemy."
The elder turned around and clapped his hands. The two dwarves jumped up and grabbed a handle and pulled it down hard. "Creak, crunch... boom, boom..." The noise of the steam machinery started to sound, and an ellipsoidal metal model the size of a bathtub hung down in the center of the room. , the model was made very finely, with white smoke puffing everywhere. The elder took out a small stick and stood on tiptoe to explain: "Sir, this is the model of the 'Saint Jonah'. The submarine ship is oval. The whole thing is built on the body of a mutant sand-eating worm. You can think of the submarine as a chicken leg, the sand-eating worm is the chicken leg bone, and the other parts are the meat on the chicken leg. Since it has been parked for hundreds of years, the sand-eating worm has The sandworm was starved to a stick, and we managed to revive it a little bit. The submarine can move forward slowly, but the current speed is only 200 yards per day. We are 100 yards underground, and the enemy is digging tunnels. Those who came down were too slow to get rid of them,"