Chapter 526 Staring

Waiting for dusk.

In silence, the three people in the cab at the front of the car looked at each other and frowned.

Huai Shi probed his head, and through the window, he could see the decadent scene in the dilapidated station outside, as well as the sunlight falling from the cracks in the awning.

It is unclear whether the sunshine here is a natural phenomenon or a reflection of the current situation in the abyss, or whether it is some kind of horrific miracle or disaster.

But generally speaking, this should be the time when the sun shines brightest at noon.

If there really is a day-night cycle here, it may take quite a long time for dusk to arrive. But the question is – why wait for dusk?

And why is there no one in the built station?

After Andrea pondered for a long time, she suddenly asked: "Is there a response to our signal?"

"There are too many clutters, and the source of signal here decays too fast, and conventional communication methods cannot be used. Moreover, the branch has been in a state of silent communication for a long time, and may not respond to us."

"We just have to wait," Raymond said.

In other words, after leaving the Ivory Tower, their support team came to hell, but bizarrely lost contact with the branch code-named Iron Crystal Seat.

It seems like when I went on a long trip, I found the door was closed when I arrived, and I couldn't get into the guest house even with the letter of introduction.

I couldn't reach anyone even if I tried to call.

I could only feel the strange eyes around me on the empty streets, and then I realized that I knew nothing about the local area.

"Is it possible that there is something wrong with the iron crystal base?"

Huaishi estimated the degree of dust and decay outside the window. It felt like it had been unattended for at least a month or two, and she couldn't help but feel vigilant.

The worst-case scenario is that the iron crystal seat may be fine before they go out, but it will be gone after they arrive...

But for such a big matter, the school will not let them continue to jump into the pit.

Even if Russell wanted to arrange a way for Huai Shi to die, he wouldn't have tied so many people to support him. Compared to this, he would rather believe that they encountered an unknown undercurrent when they dived, and accidentally jumped through time to several years later.

In hell, everything possible and impossible can happen.

It's just a matter of probability.

After silently recalling the Abyss Survival Manual Lucien gave him, Huaishi was still at a loss - in many cases, no matter how many coping methods there are, it is useless. When facing the current situation, one must always make a decision. Just decide.

Otherwise, we can only stand still and wait for death.

Maybe if you wait here, a Kun comes from the sky, opens its mouth and eats up the station.

This is just the easiest way to die.

In a strange hell full of unknowns, no one knows whether the actions they take will bring about deeper disasters.

Sometimes you can only choose the lesser of two evils, and try to take as few as two sips of poisonous wine when you are about to die of thirst.

"Seal the compartment, install the overhead armor, and prioritize maintaining the operation of the depth balancer."

Andrea, the leader of the group, raised her head and made the first decision: "I remember that Raymond brought your car with you?"

"Support vehicles, even in hell, they need drivers." Raymond puffed out a cigarette and asked, "Should all the students get on board? The instruments are stuffed inside, so it will be a bit crowded."

"As long as it's roomier than the coffin, you don't have to worry about it so much, just do it." Andrea said, "Staying outside will not necessarily help you much at the critical moment."

"Are we going to wait?"

Huai Shi asked, taking one last look at the stone tablet: "Is it possible that this is a trick of the Ivy League? Or...are we in the wrong place?"

"Abyssal sneaking requires dual guidance and identification of the current lighthouse and the destination beacon. The Ivy League may interfere with the operation of the lighthouse, but it will never dare to do anything in such a critical place before making up its mind to be sent to the Yellow Pages by the Astronomical Society. Any movement. Moreover, with their technical capabilities, it is still three hundred years early to crack and imitate the beacon of the Ivory Tower..."

Andrea took one last look at the stone tablet and told him: "There is no mistake that the handwriting of the great master is on the stone tablet. If it were not for him, I am afraid that the stone tablet and the surrounding signs would not be preserved. There is no need to worry about the authenticity.

Before we entered hell, we had already sent an arrival signal from the outside. As a volunteer who does not know the specific situation, it is better to follow the instructions of the Grand Master. "

Grand Master, the highest honor awarded by the Stone Cauldron Society after alchemy reaches its peak.

But generally speaking, after reaching such a level, it is still unclear whether Torishikama will learn it. It's as if the Creator never cares about the awards that make scholars' eyes red after looking at them.

No one cares about trivial compliments.

There are only eleven great masters in the world today, and there is only one in the Tower of Ivory. That is the Fire Forger who led the construction of the world's largest Hell Crystal Furnace thirty-one years ago. The highest person in charge of this hell subdivision, the direct person in charge and builder of the Iron Crystal Seat - Mikhail. Ivanovich Zaitsev.

In the catalog of border relics, there are more than four hundred alchemical recipes derived from his theories and inspirations. The "Summary of the Melting and Quenching of Crystallized Materials" that is indispensable in all studies of source materials today was written by him. And this stuff is just a random draft he wrote while waiting for his ex-wife to put on makeup when he was twenty-nine years old...

Now Huaishi's alchemy has not even entered the research field of forty years ago.

If such a giant asks them to wait here, then they have to wait.

We have to wait until the earth falls apart.

It has to be said that although the current situation is so strange and complicated, Huai Shi still breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the name of the Grand Master from Andrea's mouth.

It's like directly finding the guide for a horror game where there is no chance of death.

Don't get out of your car, draw the curtains, keep the room warm, and keep the lights on.

Then...wait for dusk.

Soon, layers of armor emerged from the car body with a low sound, overlapping and expanding, directly wrapping the entire train in it, like an iron turtle.

The slender train has shrunk by almost a third of its length.

All the students followed the instructions and went to the warehouse and got into Raymond's car.

The armor isolates the inside and outside, adding another layer of protection to Raymond's truck, while the depth balancer maintains the depth inside the vehicle and resists the erosion of the abyss.

Under the protection of triple matryoshka, Huai Shi and the other three leaders will never get into trouble until their three leaders are dead.

The next step is to wait patiently.

They sat in front of the monitor, staring out at the decaying station. Even with the Grand Master's reminder, my heart was still heavy and I didn't dare to relax at all, let alone chat.

But the longer she waited, the more Huaishi felt... something was wrong.

time.

He lowered his head, took out his cell phone and looked at the time on it. If he remembered correctly, five hours had passed since they arrived here.

The sunshine outside has not changed at all.

Not even the slightest attenuation.

He was stunned for a moment, and he realized in his heart: There is definitely something wrong with the day and night in this place... I am afraid that the twenty-four-hour system cannot be applied here, and it is possible that the existence of extreme day and night is not possible.

Days last for three to four months and nights last for half a year.

There are only a few days left for dusk.

Just when he raised his head and was about to speak, his body suddenly froze in place, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, unable to move. Only the surging premonition of death shot up from his spine, freezing him.

On the monitor directly opposite him, at some point, a dull face appeared.

It was like a bloated face after drowning, without any features or expressions.

Only one right eye, which is so large that it is almost abnormally large, takes up one third of the space on the face. Drops of water dripped down the hair sticking to his forehead.

It's like you can see Huai Shi behind the monitor.

Look straight through the camera and monitor. Huai Shi's face was gradually reflected in his lifeless eyes.

It sees itself.

In the silence, Huai Shi looked back calmly.

In his hands, the sharp steel crystals proliferated rapidly, rubbing against each other, sparks bursting out, and a deep sound that was so sharp that it was almost a roar sounded.

Under the gaze of that eye, Huai Shi held her sword and remained motionless. But the muscles under the skin rippled slightly like running water.

It was as if a bowstring was gradually tightening.

A burst of itching and cracking pain emerged from his face, staring at that eye. As the skin peeled off inch by inch, the muscles underneath seemed to come alive, detached from the Achilles tendon, slowly dancing and stroking. his cheek.

The cold is approaching inch by inch.

Huai Shi held her breath.

The veins in the hand holding the sword popped out.

In the death-like silence, his eyes never blinked again. The sword of virtue roared angrily, but it could not stop the death gray from spreading on Huai Shi's skin.

Waves of coldness emerged from his heart, as if he had been thrown into a frozen river, and a viscous liquid mixed with broken ice and blood flowed out of his mouth and nose.

On the display screen, the dull face raised slightly, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised a stiff arc.

As if smiling.

It was at that moment that a blazing light jumped out of the narrow cockpit.

It's like the scorching sun suddenly descended here.

Huai Shi rose up, took a step forward.

In the emaciated body, the silent Shao Siming's holy mark suddenly shook, and the miracle of disaster from the abyss unfolded in the mighty flowing source.

After a long period of accumulation, the sword blade roared, and thunder erupted from the tremors. On the sharp sword blade, a blazing light that could not be seen directly emerged.

The dead silence was shattered by this soul-stirring low note.

Under the transcription of the performance method, the prologue of the "Fifth Symphony" was unveiled.

Just like a sudden knock on the door in the long night.

It's fate, fate is knocking on the door.

As Huai Shi's arms waved, the voice of fate burst out.

The fierce light disappeared in a flash!

I would like to thank my old boss, Teacher Lao Leader, for creating the cover of this book.