Final Evolution Tracing! The Origin of the Crisis! Chapter 52: Giant Bonfire

It seemed that those spears were very well made and had not been placed here for a long time. Mbenga casually grabbed two spears, one in his left hand and one in his right hand, and rushed towards the long bridge. . At this moment, you can see that two mature infected bodies are chasing behind him. These two guys are chasing at a weird speed, with long afterimages behind them, and some of their skin and flesh are even dried out due to running at high speed. After leaving, he aimed desperately at Mbenga and pursued greedily.

From a distance, Sheyan keenly noticed that the two infected mature bodies that were chasing after them still had characteristics that were completely different from Africans, such as hair color and clothing. It was obvious that they were also one of those imported Europeans.

Mbenga raised his head and glanced at the long bridge, then pointed the stick very decisively and rushed over. At this time, two dazzling focused sunlight had already streaked across from far to near at an indescribable speed. Mbenga didn't even think about it. Without hesitation, he aimed at the abyss under the bridge and jumped, but like Fang Sheyan, he aimed his spear at the side of the bridge and stabbed it.

It's just that this joke is a little too big. Sheyan's mouth is such a powerful magical weapon. In addition, Sheyan's brute strength can naturally break rocks like tofu, but the tip of this wooden spear can be sharpened. No matter how hard it was, it was definitely not as hard as the rock ruins. But something happened that stunned Sheyan. Mbenga's spear stabbed straight through, and actually penetrated deeply into the rocks on the side of the bridge with ease. It looked like it had penetrated at least two or three feet deep!

"Damn it, has this guy Mbenga cultivated the invincible fighting spirit? Has he reached the point where he can produce spear light? Is this book actually a fantasy or fairy novel?" Fang Senyan couldn't help but be shocked when he saw When Mbenga took advantage of the thrust, he swung hard, made a giant loop like a gymnast, and then suddenly flew forward.

When the body was about to fall, the spear held by the other hand had already penetrated like lightning and once again sank into the rocks on the side of the bridge.

The two infected adults had no fear. Of course, they were not so mentally retarded that they jumped directly into the abyss. Instead, they stepped directly onto the long bridge, a broad road, but they had just rushed forward on the bridge. Within a few meters, two dazzling rays of condensed sunlight swept over one after another. The two guys were swept into burning pieces by the first beam of light, and then were ignited into pieces by the second beam of light. Dust filled the sky, and died in this world as soon as it was blown by the wind.

At this time, Sheyan also discovered Mbenga's secret... The spear could be pierced into the rocks on the edge of the bridge next to it. It had nothing to do with strength, fighting spirit, etc.! It's worthless to say the least, because when building this long bridge, the craftsmen had left deep holes as big as teacups every two meters at both ends of the long bridge, and added holes at the entrances. There is a certain disguise, and people who don't know it in advance will definitely not be able to see it.

No wonder this guy has to use a wooden spear to pierce rocks like tofu.

Soon, Mbenga came to the middle of the bridge, but he rushed directly to Fang Senyan, turned his back to him and bent down, his hands kept gesticulating, his eyes were a little anxious, obviously he was crossing the bridge. Time was running out and he planned to carry Sheyan on his back.

Fang Sheyan hesitated for a moment. To be honest, it was a bit difficult for him to imitate Mbenga's way of crossing the bridge. First, he was not familiar with the location of the holes around the bridge, and he was not necessarily skilled in using a spear. Finally, he was not familiar with the location of the holes around the bridge. The main thing is that Sheyan only has one arm at this time, so the risk is too great.

Fang Senyan picked up the spear brought by Mbenga and gave it a slight squeeze. He found that the material of the spear was specially made and was very tough. It could bear the weight of the two of them without any problem. He decisively leaned on Mbenga's back, and the two set off again.

This time Mbenga obviously didn't perform as calmly as before. The muscles in his arms kept trembling and jumping. But at least he reached the core area of ​​the other side before the sun set. He collapsed as soon as his feet touched the ground. He was almost exhausted on the ground, panting heavily, taking a few gulps of wine and looking like he didn't even want to move his toes.

At this time, Sheyan was even more worried that he would get another reminder as soon as he came here: You have arrived at the ultimate secret area of ​​the hidden world. If you stay, the price will continue to increase to 50,000 general points per hour...

Fortunately, it seems that Nightmare Space has not gone too far. This worry is unnecessary. The space still maintains the price of 10,000 universal clicks and hours. However, despite this, Fang Senyan still felt unusual pain.

After Mbenga had generally recovered, he gasped and climbed up. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard a loud booming sound coming from behind. When I looked up, it turned out that the setting sun, which was originally burning like blood, had softened into a red duck egg yolk, and disappeared into half of the clouds. Half of the sky behind was filled with dark clouds, and it seemed that it had no intention of coming out again. . The two statues holding convex lenses on the platform in the distance also shrank back behind the stone platform as the sun set.

More importantly, as soon as the statue returned, hollow tubes rose up one after another on the long bridge that Sheyan and the two had just crossed, and then bursts of indescribable smoke began to be released from them. , gathered together so densely that even the wind seemed unable to disperse them.

Not long after, the long bridge was completely submerged in the rolling smoke and clouds, which looked quite similar to the sea of ​​clouds seen on those famous mountains and mountains... The only difference was that the sea of ​​clouds showed large clumps of cotton wool white, while the smoke here was similar to the sewage in the Dubai Swamp, revealing a soul-stirring color, as if it was the color of human blood condensed into a ball!

Fang Senyan suddenly understood at this time that the reason why the rocks on the long bridge had a shiny luster was probably to avoid being corroded by this kind of cloud and fog. He walked carefully to the edge of the bridge, picked up a piece of stone without that layer of oil and threw it towards the dense and surging smoke and fog, and then...,

No more!!

The stone should have passed through the cloud and fell down due to gravity, but in Fang Senyan's eyes, the bowl-sized stone actually disappeared silently, as if there were countless hungry giant mouths in the cloud and fog, and they were going to devour anything that dared to invade!

Even the stone corrodes so fast, not to mention the flesh and blood?

Fang Senyan knew very well that no matter how strong he was or how talented he was, he could not be compared with the hard granite here, so if he was touched by the mist, he would die too quickly. It was impossible to leave a whole body.

It seemed that if he tried to pass the test of sunlight, he would still have a chance to come in. If he did not accept the test, he would not even have the slightest chance to enter!

At this time, Fang Senyan looked at Mbenga again, but found that the very eye-catching blood-red scar on his forehead had strangely faded. It was originally two fingers wide and three or four inches long, but now it was reduced to one finger wide and two inches long. However, his eyes were honest and straightforward, and there was not much change from before.

Sheyan smelled the pungent bloody smell on him, but he couldn't help asking, "Where are the ears of those people you killed?"

When this matter was mentioned, Mbenga suddenly stiffened all over. He lowered his head and said hoarsely after a while: "Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!! Revenge, I want revenge, revenge!!"

As he spoke, he began to gesture with his hands fiercely and waved his spear. Sheyan hurriedly hugged him. Who knows if there was any poison on the tip of the spear and would it hurt him by mistake? But he heard Mbenga gasping and repeating a word: "Gurga! Gurga!!!" It took a lot for Mbenga to return to normal. Sheyan didn't dare to give him rum. After all, the two of them were still smeared with improved potions, which should be of some use. If the rum came out and attracted a big boss, there would be no escape!

……………, ………

Sheyan was already standing next to the huge bonfire at this time.

Yes, it was the bonfire that he had seen from a bird's eye view before, and it was also the huge bonfire mentioned in Bernard Fok's logbook.

This undoubtedly meant that he was already quite close to the "Stairs to the Sun".

The sky darkened very quickly, and it seemed to dim in an instant. Obviously, this was a forbidden place for the Dubai people. No one could enter unless it was an extremely important day. So Bernard Fok and his party could rest safely next to this huge bonfire for the night.

Fang Senyan did not spend energy to reason about how they got here that year, but at this time Fang Senyan could be sure that whether it was Bernard Fok or Lord Fok, the obstacles and difficulties they faced were much smaller than his own! At least the Dubai people at that time still firmly controlled the ruins of the former kingdom, and they must have been lax in their guards because they had been in peace for a long time.

Sheyan checked the huge bonfire, which covered at least 30 to 40 square meters. It was imaginable that when it was filled and lit, the spectacular scene would be so dazzling that the light could tear through the thick fog covering the Dubai Swamp, and people from thousands of kilometers away would come to pay homage.