Sinmonger

Chapter 49: steeple

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What appeared before the gunsmith's eyes was the source of the rancid smell, fish. They lay in twos and threes on the dirt floor, exuding the smell that a corpse should have. Of course, it is impossible for a fish to stand, let alone a dead fish.

The gunsmith observed that this small plateau was less than 100 square meters and was obviously higher than the surrounding terrain. He was very surprised why fish died in such a place, and there were quite a lot of them. These tropical fish were of different varieties. , the scattered pieces may add up to more than thirty or forty items. [.br/>At first he thought it was the local aborigines who did it, but after thinking about it, he didn’t think it was the case. How could humans go to great lengths to catch fish without eating or raising them, and then throw them onto the high ground to let them rot and stink? Then he wondered if it was some kind of animal that did it, but he soon discovered that this was even more unlikely. Animals don’t use fishing nets and hooks. They would leave scars on the fish when they catch fish, but the fish in front of him The situation seems to be...

An idea flashed through the gunsmith's mind. He immediately walked to a nearby tree and looked closely at the trunk. Sure enough, there were water marks and it was not dry yet. The lower part of the tree should have been soaked in water. In the water, that is to say, not long ago, this place was a river or a pond, and the muddy mud under the feet also shows this.

So, the reason why these fish in front of you will die is that the water level here dropped several meters in an instant a few hours ago, and they didn't even have time to swim away. But this is obviously a highland. If the water level had ever reached such a high place, wouldn't the surrounding areas be submerged under the water

The gunsmith walked down the slope and checked the surrounding trees again. The exposed parts of the trunks were the same color, and only the lowest roots were soaked in water. In this way, there is only one explanation for the strange phenomenon in front of him. It is not that the water level has changed, but that the ground suddenly rose on its own.

earthquake? I didn’t feel it. Could it be that there was a huge ancient beast turning over under the ground? Just kidding

Gunsmiths are very curious, and inventors usually have this problem when they were young. Once he discovers some strange phenomenon, he will feel uncomfortable if he doesn't go to find out.

It was noon at this time, so it was supposed to be meal break time, but the gunsmith wouldn't have the appetite to eat until he solved this mystery. So he thought of a very direct method: dig.

He took out some things from his backpack and made himself simple gloves with two pieces of cloth. Since he didn't need to separate his fingers to do this job anyway, he simply fixed the two cloth covers with safety belts, just to prevent The sludge soaked into his nails, and then he started working with his bare hands.

The mud was originally soaked in the water, so it didn't take much effort to dig it out. The gunsmith's movements were like a dog digging a hole. He dug very fast, and soon he was in the hole.

After working like this for about an hour, he was already more than ten meters into the ground. In order to prevent him from being buried by the sliding mud while working underneath, the gunsmith did not dare to dig a straight up and down well. The hole he dug was funnel-shaped. , keeping it wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. Every time you dig down a meter or two, you have to come back to expand the opening, so the workload also increases. However, he is not a normal human being anyway, so he is not tired of doing this work.

Just when the gunsmith began to feel that it was a bit silly to be so awesome in this wilderness for a far-fetched inference, he hit a very hard object with his paw, and his fingers were shocked and painful.

"Stone? Please don't be a stone." The gunsmith said to himself. He separated the last layer of soil and saw what he wanted to see most.

It was indeed not stone, but metal.

"Hahahaha!" The gunsmith laughed wildly. For a moment, he felt that he had dug up an alien spacecraft.

After digging out more soil, the gunsmith gradually rejected this guess because he had an even more incredible idea—there was a metal pyramid beneath the swamp.

This highland, or rather this pond, is right above the top of the tower. For some unknown reason, the buildings below have risen, causing the ground to bulge. If it wasn't a swamp above, the ground might not have bulged but collapsed.

The gunsmith quickly stopped digging. It was impossible to predict what kind of behemoth was under this spire. It might be as big as a city below, and the vertical height from the spire to the ground would be quite high. If he followed the slope outside If you dig downward, you may not reach the end for several kilometers.

He stepped on the metal and jumped back to the ground. I lit a fire and roasted the two nutria caught yesterday. I ate them while thinking about what to do next.

A more reliable way is to fill the hole again and bring an engineering team to make a comeback in the future; however, the gunsmith has always been an unreliable person, and he can't wait to know what is down here and what is it. Why did it only rise recently when it was buried? The abnormal magnetic field here must be related to this thing. Maybe there is some lost ancient civilization or something in it...

The more he thought about it, the more the gunsmith's curiosity burned. Since he came here today, it was an opportunity. If he missed the opportunity, it would be hard to say whether he would be able to find the top of this tower again in the future. A compass is useless in this place, and the landscape is extremely complex and changeable. It can be said that there is no such store beyond the village.

He filled his stomach, and his original escape plan was completely thrown out of the window. Now was not the time to think about a meal and a night. In this jungle that was beyond the reach of human civilization, there was actually a huge metal buried deep underground. Gunsmith How can we sit back and ignore it

He checked his luggage, put it on his back, took out the bone gun, pointed it at the metal spire under the pit, and decisively pulled the trigger.

The sound of a bone gun is slightly different from that of an ordinary pistol. The sound is muffled. The bullet fired by the bone gun is like a highly condensed energy block. When it comes into contact with the target it hits, it will release based on the target's structure and strength. It changes its own energy, so the harder the object is shot with the bone gun, the greater the power and energy generated. For example, if it hits a person's body, the power is about the same as an ordinary bullet. If it hits steel, the power will be increased to the level of an armor-piercing bullet. If it hits a diamond, the overflowing energy may cause an explosion.

Of course, this energy transformation will not be triggered by surfaces or media whose breakdown strength cannot even be resisted by ordinary bullets, such as water, air, chemical fibers on the surface of body armor, etc. This is a unique weapon of the Gunsmith, and the Empire has not acquired this technology.

The gunsmith originally thought that it would not be too difficult to "shoot" through the metal. According to his estimation, such a large object could not be harder than diamond. His estimate was correct. The hardness of the spire was not as good as diamond, but judging from the shooting results, it was not much different.

That small bullet hit the metal spire more than ten meters underground, and the power it produced was like a C4 explosion. The air wave directly blew the gunsmith away. He was not mentally prepared, and ended up like a monkey. It seemed to be hanging on a tree in the distance. . ..