"He, he, they are not going to hang us." Fang Jinyue shivered.
I looked back at him, this ghost kid said the most insulting words, but I saw his expression and movements were eager to try.
"You can relax a little bit." I said.
If our choice is really wrong, there will be punishment.
Four hundred and ninety puppets rushed forward, their hands stretched out from their clothes, twisted their wrists, and revealed the sharpened wooden cones inside.
"Why don't you put cold light bombs." Someone suggested.
This is a viable option. The cold light bomb is called the cold light bomb, and it actually releases high temperatures. When the cold light bomb is released, it can burn the threads that control these puppets.
But Gu Tang immediately rejected the suggestion, "The feasibility is not high. A cold light bomb can be set off in such a small space, and without mentioning whether all the puppets' threads can be burned, all of us will lose sight of things."
This is indeed not worth the loss. Even if the puppets have eyes carved on the surface, they do not need to rely on the eyes at all, but rely on the procedure of connecting the silk thread. However, we outsiders are inseparable from the eyes. I still remember being in the underground palace of the Xiao Clan. The experience of being almost blinded by a cold light bomb at close range.
At that time, ten people who were blinded by the dog's eyes will not be sifted into a sieve by them here.
We looked around, the presiding officer was still standing behind us, and I kicked him away. This puppet's body was dead and heavy, pulled by the silk thread, and then fell to one side crookedly. went.
Fang Xing Tao, who has rarely spoken since he came in: "A single combat power is quite weak."
He didn't speak because he didn't understand ancient Egypt and Athens at all. Now he is naturally qualified to speak on the topic of combat effectiveness.
I know that this person's combat effectiveness will certainly not be lower than that of the Near East, so he was hugged by the thigh, "Then do you think we have fought?"
"They should have been able to fight. Their weakness is quite obvious, that is, they can control their silk threads. It is impossible for hundreds of them to swarm them. Otherwise, they will be entangled and lose their combat effectiveness. With this restriction, we will not be able to deal with them. problem."
After Fang Xingzhi’s analysis, I felt a little bit more informed, but there was another thing that I found strange.
At this time, the frontiers of the two sides have already begun to meet each other. Just as Fang Xingzhi said, the puppets can't swarm them, they can only avenge their great wise comrades in batches. Gu Tangdao’s team members are not vegetarians, and the escape like a bereaved dog along the way is that most of the time the strength of the enemy and the enemy is too far apart, resulting in people not having much room to play their skills. Either they are running for their lives, or they are stubbornly resisting. .
There is still some confidence in packing up a group of puppets now. Gu Tang and I stood behind the crowd, watching the team dodge the stiff assassination of the puppets, and then kicked one of their feet away. The stronger ones can basically kick the puppets off their heads.
I think the strange part is here. If we choose the wrong one, the punishment given by the giant tower seems not enough to kill us. In the ancient Egyptian layer, if you didn't choose the right one, you would be squeezed to death. In ancient Athens, it would be so gentle
"Could it be that we didn't choose the wrong one?" I asked again.
Gu Tang said: "No matter whether you chose the wrong one or not, it has already happened. Let it take its course."
Four hundred and ninety puppets, seemingly in large numbers, are actually vulnerable. Ten of us are fighting on wheels, and Gu Tangfang almost does not need others to replace the three of us on the Chongyang Festival. The puppet's mobility is extremely low, and the attack power is not enough. It can only rush up step by step, and then torn apart with Socrates to become a part of the parts on the floor.
There are heads all over the floor where they are called in various languages, in Mandarin, in Cantonese, in English, in American English, and in Russian.
The internal language in the emotional puppets has been prepared a long time ago, what people say what to see.
Now we have puppet heads all over the floor, and their heads are full of their weird and distorted accents, which makes people a little uncomfortable.
When the last puppet fell, we were still somewhat weakened. I have also suffered a lot of skin injuries. This is inevitable. I don't bother to count how many wounds I have added to my body. Anyway, I won't die.
"Eat something." I sat on a puppet's waist and watched him play there, as if memorizing the Declaration of Independence. Good guy, the database is pretty big.
Chongyang gave me some compressed biscuits to eat, and drank some water. The surrounding audience stage began to drop, and the mutilated bodies of the puppets were hung up by silk threads. They were in different poses in mid-air, just like the scene of cruel display after the massacre. .
Fortunately, the scene was cleaned up very quickly. The surrounding walls moved up and down, and the ground was fitted. We rested on the spot, obviously without any movement, but it seemed as if we had come to a new room.
It's another monument.
We are old acquaintances. We continue to look at it. The front is still a civilization monument written in five languages, with the UN emblem on the top and "Hellenic Republic—1998.6.9" on the back, which is similar to that of the Republic of Egypt, but the Greeks What is more creative is that in addition to this inscription, there is a sentence on the back, written in five languages-even if it is a historical choice, it should be punished.
At this point, some people suddenly realized, some were still at a loss.
I understand a little bit of the meaning behind this sentence. Our vote is correct, and the correct choice is to follow the historical choice.
But the designer behind this one obviously has more ideas of his own. Even if we choose the right one, we should be punished, because even the historical choice is wrong.
Whether history is right or wrong, I don't know, I just know that the designer behind it is too real. Fortunately, choosing the right one is just a symbolic punishment, rather than dropping a boulder to squeeze us to death.
Fang Jinyue had not done anything before. This was when he was at his best, and he asked with some interest: "I don't know where the civilization is next."
I don’t feel tired and said, “No matter which civilization, hurry up and get into the subject, I’m almost exhausted, it’s stinky and long.”
As usual, after a short rest, the interior of the giant tower operated according to the program, the sound of mechanical rotation sounded, the walls separated, and the ground moved. We were too lazy to move. He wanted to take us wherever he wanted.
It feels like taking an elevator, but sometimes there is horizontal movement. This feeling is estimated to be similar to the feeling of Aladdin sitting on a flying carpet, but in general it is upwards, and the speed of movement is still very fast, according to our movement. From the perspective of time, the position is already very high.
Finally, the sound of mechanical operation came slowly, and there was no longer a darkness in front of us, but a beam of light began to come in from outside.
When we were outside the giant tower, we knew that the tower was not tightly integrated. Its exterior was composed of countless parts that were slowly moving, and there were quite a few hollow and transformable structures. So if light can be transmitted from the outside, it is theoretically feasible.
But why is there light
Our cold light bombs can only be launched to places very close to the ground, and areas that are slightly higher will disappear. At first I didn't know the reason for this, but now I can roughly guess that it has something to do with the distortion of space.
Then why is the outside world so bright now
I couldn’t help but follow the faint light to look out, but as the elevator continued to move, we quickly left the edge of the tower and moved deeper, where the light and shadow were innumerable or coarse or fine. The machinery is in motion, and there are huge sculptures or narrative reliefs in the middle. It can only be roughly seen that the style is Greco-Roman style. It seems that what we have experienced is far from the main part of this tower. A large part of it is really showing the achievements of various civilizations, but we have no chance to take a closer look.
Finally stopped completely, a long bell sounded, and the bell, a poem suddenly appeared in my mind, the Hanshan Temple outside Gusu city, a bell sounded to the passenger ship.
Chinese civilization is here. (End of this chapter)