When Carlos uttered his first word, he had already turned around quickly. Even if he was holding a short dagger in his hand, he could swing it with the momentum of a giant sword and sweep it out, like cutting melons beheaded.
Blood splattered on his face, and the head of Douglas, which had made him crazy not long ago, rolled to the ground like a rubber ball.
Carlos let out a "bah" and wiped the blood on his face with his fingers: "It's quite a fake? Isn't it just a phantom?"
As soon as his words fell, the head on the ground turned around, turned around, faced Carlos coldly, and repeated the command of "stop tourists" in that kind of tone: "Go back, interrupt Those who inherit are unforgivable."
Carlos responded by putting his foot on the head and twisting it very unscrupulously.
"I just can't understand, do you remember some old things that are old and rotten, are they considered to be passed on? To be honest, Mr. Douglas, have you been using your whole life to compare your previous appointments, previous appointments, and previous appointments with them? Who was older when they last wet the bed?"
The phantom of Douglas ignored his provocation, he said: "Because your ignorant race has only a few decades in your life, in our opinion, it is like those fish that can only live for a few days and can only see the sun once. You don’t know anything about the worms born out of you, except for your instinct/instinct to survive. Your narrowness makes you unable to see the value of inheritance, and in my eyes, the life of your stupid companion is no more noble than a worm.”
Carlos looked down at him and suddenly laughed.
"Why should I talk to you in human language?" He shrugged, "I must have hurt my brain at the Shadow Demon."
At this time, Louis and Evan watched Carlos being drawn into a strange area. First, the sound and image were cut off, and then the ground in Jerry's area shook violently, and there was an earthquake.
A big tree by the side of the road was uprooted and fell on the head of Evan, who was standing there stupidly with his mouth open, and was dragged back by Louis by his collar.
"Teach, teach, teach, teach!"
"Shut up." Louie yelled, and then he was knocked over by someone who was eager to escape, and the street was full of screams and shouts for help—the latter didn't know who they were calling for help, and the road trembled so much that people couldn't stand still , small pieces of stones and ash fell down from the surrounding buildings, a scene of chaos, the sound of cars honking one after another, and some people were climbing the glass windows of the tall buildings to jump down.
"What should I do?" Evan continued his stammering language style.
"Don't yell." Louis pushed through the crowd to the back of his car, and opened the trunk. The small space there was like a garbage collection station. A dog-like man like Instructor Gert actually has the same messy instinct/instinct as other male creatures in some respects. It is really difficult for him to maintain his rigorous and holy water every day. Lotus figure!
I saw Louis plunge into the pile of junk in the trunk, rummage around, and then took out a strangely shaped box with some unknown liquid on it.
Louis picked up Evan's tie unceremoniously, and wiped the dripping soup box clean. It was only the size of a palm. When it was opened, there were twelve pearl-like silver balls inside, as if they had been pulled from a woman's jewelry. It looks like a bead that has come down. If you look closely, there are thin holes for threading on it.
"What is this?" Evan asked cautiously.
"bomb."
"What?"
"No. ft402." Louis said without changing his face, "We called it 'Pearl' back then."
Evan's legs softened immediately, his face was as white as paper, and he said tremblingly: "This, this, this, this... was, during that experiment, overturned... the bomb that was said to have been forced to ban later... Blow up the bomb?"
Louis glanced at him, with bright eyes of contempt—it's just a small collection, very rare
When Evan thought that the thing was in the trunk, and he had been in the same car with him for so long, he felt a shuddering feeling of passing by the grave, his calves were trembling and he was about to cramp, and his throat swallowed hard. Take a look: "So you're going to raze Jellary County to the ground?"
"The ft402 was not successful. The essential reason is that it was originally researched on Difu's 'boundary', and it was not suitable for ordinary spaces." Louis explained in a serious tone, "At that time, the barrier hadn't been damaged. Basically, we don’t see a few difu with a ‘boundary’, and it costs too much, so it was canceled by Mr. Sculler, and Mr. Good just recently planned to restart it.”
"so… "
"I'll try the effect." Louis said with great scientific research spirit—could it be that all scholars, even if he is a historian who has nothing to do with bombs, will always have some fatal incomprehension
Evan felt that the most sensible thing to do for himself was to run away with his head in his arms. His shaky little heart swayed back and forth between the two options of "being blown up by Instructor Meiguert" and "dragging back and beating to death by Instructor Meiguert after escaping". Dilemma.
Where no one else could see, the phantom Douglas' body suddenly turned into a tuft of yellow sand, which crazily created huge waves on the ground. Carlos' raised collar covered his chin and lips, and the sand was like a sharp knife. The same, there was a light bloodstain on his cheek.
Then, the yellow sand turned into a giant python, with its mouth wide open to emit a stench, and its tail swept across the ground fiercely. Carlos was leaning against the corner of the wall, but at this moment he squatted down, and the snake tail made a big hole in the wall. Ross nimbly sent the dagger into the snake's body from the gap, drawing a collision like gold and stone, the scales of the giant python were lifted, and the man's waist-thick body slammed the man away, bleeding purple-black blood.
Carlos' chest was lightly swept by the snake body, as if someone had hit him with a big stick, and it hurt painfully, but he suddenly stepped back two steps and laughed out loud.
"Three-eyed python and man-eating sand." His eyes were as bright as stars in the sky, hanging immortally in the night sky for hundreds of millions of years, "So this is the truth, so it is Death Valley."
The giant python's body froze for a moment.
"Mr. Douglas, are you at your wit's end? You don't hesitate to reveal the mystery of Death Valley to delay me?" Carlos seemed to have completely forgotten that he was fighting a war, showing a proud expression like a child solving a jigsaw puzzle, "I see, it It was completely man-made by the hermit family who deceived the world, wrote this kind of seal at the bottom of the valley, trapped Difu inside, raised them, controlled them, and even guided them, intentionally released news of the treasures of Death Valley, and then used countless people who came here for the name Revenant to live up to its stigma, to protect what's really inside—I think it's... the Shrine of Krystal?"
The giant python opened its jaws wide and bit down hard on his waist.
"Yeah," Carlos took a step forward, shouldering the collision of the giant python with his shoulders, one person and one snake bounced away at the same time, he panted heavily, but his expression was happy: "I knew it, I knew it when the python The temple that High Priest Lestor took me to is not real. How could you, an arrogant race, allow an 'outsider' to touch your sacred place? I haven't actually crossed Death Valley, have I? See the map for me I was just wondering, it was built as a railway—but the road I traveled back then was definitely not that long, it was just that you deliberately appeared in front of me to give me the illusion that I had left the realm of death. Why? Because you found that raising Can't those bastards kill me? Or... have I touched the realm of the temple?"
The ground suddenly churned like sea water, and all the neon signs of the city disappeared into the darkness. There were not even low walls left around, only dead plants and cold human bones. It seemed that there was a monster of vines buried in the ground. Lifting the huge cane, it rubbed against Carlos' waistline, almost rolling him out.
"Aha," Carlos held his bleeding dagger, waving his totem like a crazy and great adventurer, "welcome back to Death Valley!"
Maybe hell exists, and the backlit place is hell.
This is the capital of the undead left in ancient times, where even the most daring adventurers stopped, and it almost became the dangerous city-state where Carlos was buried. When leaving Death Valley, Carlos had nightmares for a month. He had no doubt that many people who fell into Death Valley were not really killed by something, but were scared to death.
There is no smell of strangers here. He once saw a strong man in the same team, unable to bear this deadly pressure, knelt on the ground to repent, and then died uglyly in the fear that could not be relieved.
It seems that the ancient hostility is buried here, the anger of the mountains and rivers left over from the Ark Age.
Carlos couldn't help wondering whether Priest Kleisto had selectively inherited that angry memory and created such a place where negative emotions gathered.
At this time, to his left is a glacier like a spike, and to his right is a crater that cannot be seen at a glance. The color of the flame is dark, revealing a certain fatal ferocity that cannot be triggered.
A gigantic bone bird spread out its bone-covered wings about ten meters wide, and swooped towards him.
The vision in Jerry County soon alarmed everyone.
"The following is an urgent news break." Amy finished reading the newspaper and turned on the TV in boredom. Just after watching an episode of the TV series, the emergency news was inserted in the middle. The government is currently organizing emergency evacuation, the details are unknown, now let us connect with the reporter over there... "
Amy's eyes widened: "Damn it!"
The scene switched, and it was quickly transferred to Jerry County via satellite. A female reporter who was wrapped up like a ball bravely stood on the ruins in the chaos and shouted loudly: "Hello, audience friends, I am now at A violent shaking has just ended in front of Mrs. Pince Square in County Jerry. . . . Oh, my God!"
The cameraman quickly turned the lens to the sky, and all the audience heard the reporter's unprofessional scream: "A bird without a head!"
That giant bird flew through the air, with its wings stretching about ten meters long, it looked like a legendary winged dinosaur in ancient times. When the wings flapped, people could clearly see the bones underneath. Where there should be a bird's head is an empty blood hole, and as it flies over the people, there is still blood dripping down.
The camera switched to the host again, she seemed to be drenched in bird blood, rubbed all over her face and hands, and said loudly to the camera: "This is real blood, and it also has a fishy smell, which proves that you saw it just now. The stuff is definitely not hallucinations... uh... ah!"
She first snorted suspiciously, and then screamed violently. Even though the news host quickly cut the camera, the audience in front of the TV still saw the blood-corroded skin of the beautiful reporter from the quickly disappearing picture. And the dense white bones exposed at the speed of light.
In the ecstasy scream, Amy subconsciously turned to look at Aldo who was resting on the bed. Aldo didn't know when, he had opened his eyes silently and was staring at the TV screen.
"Your Excellency?" Amy asked in a low voice.
Aldo was silent for a while: "Can I watch that one again?"
Amy immediately turned on a laptop at hand and connected it to the wireless network. Sure enough, the news and several scary pictures just now had been screenshotted and uploaded crazy on the Internet.
"Bone Bird." After a while, Aldo said softly, "The legendary gatekeeper of Death Valley."
At this time, Amy's phone rang crazily. He answered several times in a row before turning his head and saying to Aldo: "Louis asked me to take the therapist there first. What is Death Valley?"
Aldo stared closely at the various speculations on the screen, swiping the screen, and the satellite map displayed below: "He told me that there is a very powerful Difu in Death Valley—but the barrier has been formed for so many years, and the Difu in Death Valley It may have been completely dead, so people now have obviously forgotten its existence, and even built a city there... But at the same time, it seems that there is also the temple of Krystal."
Amy thought she heard something terrible.
"Bring my bow." Aldo made the final decision.