He swooped and grabbed Oswald, trying to pull him back so he wouldn't get burned. However, when they rushed in front of them, they discovered in horror that His Majesty the young emperor had already put a hand into the fire, not almost.
"My God! Quick!" someone shouted, "Hand! Your Majesty's hand!"
When a person loses his mind, he always has a lot of weight and strength, and at this time Oswald was in this state of anger. He didn't even realize who was stopping him, who was pulling him back, the scarlet fire had burned through his eyes and brain.
Most people in Wujin Iron Cavalry knew that the emperor was superb in melee combat and long-distance attack. When he beat people, his fists were as hard as iron, and the force was terrifying. But they never knew that when the emperor lost control, his strength could be so scary...
In the end, seven or eight people barely stopped him, and the one closest to him was almost thrown into the fire.
Oswald was forced to stagger a few steps back, away from the flames. The noisy voices around him finally gradually entered his ears and penetrated into his brain.
"Where is the medical officer?! Call the medical officer! Your Majesty, your hand! Your hand must—eh?" The roaring man suddenly stopped the car in the middle of his sentence, and then turned into a question, in an unbelievably blank tone Muttering: "I clearly... I clearly saw your hand stretched into the fire, how, how could it be unscathed?"
Oswald's original light-colored eyes were blood red, full of bloodshot eyes from anger and anxiety. It took him a few beats to realize the meaning of this sentence, and he finally freed his eyes to look at his hand.
There was hardly even a trace of fire on his hands, let alone injuries.
But he did put his hand into the fire, no one knew better than himself.
Oswald was panting heavily, staring at his right hand without blinking, the rationality that had gone away finally came back slowly, and the soaring anger was slightly suppressed.
With a cold face, he pulled his arm, pulled his hand out of Wujin Iron Rider's hand, and then took two heavy steps forward.
"Your Majesty!" The people behind wanted to grab him again, but he stopped him by raising his hand.
Although his anger was slightly suppressed, he still couldn't say anything.
The heat wave that was so real that it was almost scorching hit his face again, with a gloomy face, and while panting heavily, he simply stretched his entire arm into the fire.
The crowd behind burst into exclamation.
Oswald even stayed in the fire for a while before pulling his arm back. He glanced coldly, raised his head and gestured to everyone, and said in a deep voice, "Fake fire."
The fire couldn't kill anyone, even though it looked terrible and it was scorching hot.
Oswald strode into the sea of flames almost without hesitation. He lingered for a while in the scarlet flames, but he never touched anything resembling an entrance.
As if to confirm the emperor's conjecture, the fire came and went suddenly, and the momentum stopped almost in the blink of an eye. The flames changed from high to low, and then disappeared quickly. And when the fire subsided, the high wall of thorns that stood there was still with its branches facing the sky, and the vines wrapped around it were still layered with broad leaves, not a single one was scorched, as if the fire just now was all imagined by everyone.
And the only thing that remains from the fire just now are those howling sounds that are faintly visible, far and near, like ghosts, which make people get goosebumps.
Oswald glanced at the wall of thorns with a full body of depression, but found that there was no trace of any entrance at all, let alone Kevin's shadow. The bloodshot eyes in his eyes are slowly fading away, but the eyes are still so cold that people dare not open their mouths or approach them.
He was silent for a while, then suddenly kicked the obelisk hard.
"boom-"
The copper obelisk, which had been excavated by half, completely flew out of the soil, hit the wall of thorns heavily, and rolled back to the ground, where it fell sideways.
Everyone shrank their necks and fell silent.
After a while, someone finally tried to remind: "Your Majesty, that monument... the upper and lower sections are of different colors."
Oswald closed his eyes and slowly opened them again. His heavy breathing quickly calmed down, as if he had forced his anger from the surface into the inside. He walked to the obelisk and squatted down, stretched out his hand touched it.
Just like what the Wujin cavalry said just now, the color and degree of rust of the upper and lower half of the obelisk have obvious boundaries. It was only then that Oswald remembered that the obelisk erected just now was indeed different from what he had seen before. It seemed that someone had dug up a thick layer of soil.
Except for Kevin who disappeared just now, there will be no one else.
He will not be idle and have nothing to dig this stele, except