The knight in the abyss

Chapter 770 Answers
"Let's study this later, okay?" Brutal waved his hand a little anxiously, "We already know that the weak point of that monster is the joints, that's enough..."

"Bluto is right." Lancelot pulled the giant sword from the ground and put it on his shoulder, "Let's go, Uncle Barend is still waiting for us."

After speaking, he turned his head and walked towards the next steps, and the rest of his partners followed immediately.Despite this, Lancelot still pondered silently in his heart, what exactly was the content in the notes he got before.It is mentioned in the notes that the 'lady' proposed an improved solution for the weakness of being afraid of fire, but this needs to be removed before the 'complete transformation' of the 'parts'.If the petrified state of the golem's limbs is the result of improvement, then the incomplete petrified joints can just correspond to the statement that it needs to be removed before complete transformation.But if 'parts' refers to mutilated corpses, what the notes imply is horrific - people here can no longer use corpses for 'experiments', a carpenter's arm was sawed off while he was still able to speak Down, a 'specimen' responds to its daughter's name...

At this moment, the bat that turned into a vampire suddenly pulled his cloak violently, and Lancelot immediately stopped in his tracks.

"What's the matter?" Before he could speak, Brutal, who was following behind, asked impatiently, "Is there any enemy? Where is it?"

"No, there is a trap ahead." Little Isa changed back into a human form in a puff of smoke, "Pay attention to the wall over there, do you see those black holes? They should be arrow holes, and there must be holes in the front few floor tiles. There are triggers..."

Lancelow realized that he was a little distracted just now, and after little Isa reminded him, he also noticed more mechanisms: a trip rope painted black, which could hardly be found in the shadows; Suspicious floor tiles, each of which may be a pressure sensor; some strange runes emitting faint magical fluctuations, which seem to automatically detect living things passing by.

And on the floor, walls, and ceiling of this step, there are suspicious grooves, holes, and seemingly random garbage everywhere. Unless you are very familiar with these arrangements, walking in like this is no different from suicide.

"There seem to be many other traps..." The elf priest with keen perception also realized something was wrong, "Little Isa, it will take you a long time to remove all these traps?"

"At least 15 minutes." The little girl replied with some frustration, "and I might miss one or two hidden ones..."

"That's too long!" Brutal cried anxiously, and was about to bury his head forward, "Let me go ahead, don't care about his trap, elf, give me non-stop healing..."

"Don't worry." Lancelow pulled the dwarf back, "We can still use the old method..."

"What's the old way?"

"Karalin's old method." Lancelot turned to look at the scholar, "How is it? No problem?"

"Of course not. Back off."

The scholar's expression was very excited. He took out a small group of dark brown substances from his belt, held it in his hands, and then drew circles with his fists in the air, while chanting some kind of mysterious spell in his mouth.

"Huh? What's the smell?" The dwarf sniffed suddenly, "What did he just take out?"

Little Isa's face suddenly changed very strangely.

"Bat droppings." Aramir explained solemnly, "Sulphur can also be used as the casting material for fireball."

"Is that so." Brutal stroked his beard, turned to look at the little vampire, "Is it you...?"

"It has nothing to do with me!" Little Isa stomped her feet angrily, "I'm already an undead creature!!!!"

"...Oh." The dwarf nodded, "I said, Karaline is quite perverted, but not that perverted."

The scholar had completed the spell at this time, and a bright orange-red fireball appeared in his hand, the size of a wine barrel, while the ones he cast through the scroll in the past were only about the size of a helmet, and the speed did not seem to be so slow.

The giant fireball tremblingly floated into the passage with downward steps, and everyone involuntarily took a few steps back again.After a few long seconds, there was a deafening roar in the tunnel, and a shock wave visible to the naked eye passed by everyone, followed by an astonishing wave of fire, as if the poisonous gas from a certain trap had been ignited Yes, the effect looks like the red dragon hiccups.

In addition to the loud explosion, Lancelot, who was very focused, also heard some other movements - mechanism triggering, hinge rotation, bow string vibration, sharp blades slicing through the air, metal and stones colliding... He heard a lot of details , which the previous self could not do.

"Oh oh oh!" Karaline waved his arms happily, "My friends, have you seen it? How wonderful..."

"So the old method refers to this." Brutal nodded slowly and approvingly, "But have you ever thought about what to do if the passage is blown down?"

"Of course it's another fireball." The scholar shook his eyebrows, "I said it a long time ago, the fireball is..."

"...the answer to all the questions in the multiverse." The partners replied in unison, followed by a series of pleasant smirks.Lancelow shook his head, put the giant sword on his shoulder again, and walked into the still burning tunnel.

The stone bricks of the steps were studded with darts and arrows, and gleamed in the light of the fire; beside the walls on either side lay pieces of metal of such enormous dimensions that human knights were glad to see them in a state of rest; The hanging metal ball hangs harmlessly from the ceiling, and everyone can easily go around it...

Karaline is right, fireballs are indeed the answer to everything in the multiverse... at least one of the answers.

The stairs were not too long, and they quickly came out of the passage and reached the second basement floor of the building.The first thing that came into view was the corpses of two cultists. The cause of death should be affected by the explosion caused by the scholar.There are a large number of cells sealed by iron fences, exactly the same as they saw in the prophecy magic before.

"Father! Where are you!" Brutal couldn't help shouting loudly, "Barend! Barend Frostforge! Answer me!"

"Son?" came a surprised cry from the corner. "Is that you, Brutal?"

Without saying a word, the dwarf rushed out with a swipe, and everyone hurriedly followed. After a few steps, a familiar figure of an old dwarf appeared in front of his eyes.

"My son, and Sir Lancelot..." Barend dragged the iron ball tied around his neck, and tried his best to lean towards Barend, who was holding on to the metal railing. "Why are you here?"

"Of course I'm here to save you, old man." Brutal wiped his eyes and said with a choked tone, "Wait a minute, I'll get you out..."

"Come to save me?" The old dwarf was still shocked, but he suddenly remembered something, his face changed suddenly, and he said in a hurried tone, "Wait a minute! There is a lady here, she is..."

"Welcome, strange guest." A cold, ghostly female voice sounded behind the crowd, "What is the purpose of you coming to my research institute?"

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