Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 2559 is the ultimate victory over Wang Qi XIV

"So what state are you now? These things are spinning around you, you can't get rid of them, you can't move?" Bereld asked: "In this case, can you leave the fire of the spell?"

"You are crazy." Bedyville angered. How could he give up his Holy Spirit [seal the sun]!

"The place where things can be saved. I think about it." The bald head also knows that it is not a solution. So he slammed his head: "Your [jetpack] has a large enough subspace pocket. That was originally Geologists used to collect the various ores in the cave to provide a convenient design, so the subspace pocket looks quite big - I don't know how big it is."

"You haven't used it yet?"

"Well, the position of the pocket is behind, it’s too inconvenient to use the props. I don't usually put the weapons in that place." Bereld carefully bypassed the secret silver fluid and went behind Bettyville. Press a button on the jet pack of the Werewolf Youth: "Look, it's here."

Bedyville also noticed that there was indeed something like armor-like in the middle of the two jets on the back of the jetted backpack. The Werewolf youth originally thought that part was used to store compressed air, but it turned out to be a pocket.

"Can you control these fluids and let them get in?"

"I give it a try." Compared to the difficulty of control, what Biddyville is more worried about is the capacity of this pocket.

The Mithril fluid is manipulated by the fire of the spell, and Bedyville manipulates the fire of the spell. In fact, he manipulates the secret silver fluid with almost no delay. They quickly gathered into a bundle of ice-blue Mithril streams, rushing into the pockets of the wolf's youth, and darting into the subspace of the pocket of the object.

Hey la la la la la. It sounds a bit like the sound of water being drunk into the kettle. Betdiville used his sensitive hearing to detect the moment when the pocket of the object was filled.

Boom. As the pocket of the object is filled with fluid, the action of the package also stops. The things that Bedieville is worried about are still come true. The pockets of the jetted backpack are still not enough. About two-thirds of the Mithril fluid is loaded, and the rest is left outside, continuing to surround the shell. Deville turned around.

"Hey," he snorted: "Can there be any other pockets to hold things?"

He set his sight on Bereld's jetpack.

"Don't hit me with the idea of ​​a jetpack, God knows if your fluid stuff will break the backpack and hurt me." Bereld said: "If you are in distress during the cave, I I can help you save it. If I am in danger, we will not be saved."

"Small ghosts." Biddiville spoke again.

"What does this have to do with the little ones!" Bereld's forehead has a blue vein.

"Is there really no space to install?" The Werewolf youth ignored the other's complaints and took a look at the remaining Mithril fluid. Although there are probably only six or seven hundred liters of fluid left, it is already light enough to get in the way, but this thing is still very unsightly? Bedyville doesn't want to have a circle of Mithril around him every time he walks. It's annoying.

"Amount, yes." Bereld suddenly thought of something: "There is no space in [Wolf Claw] to save things."

"Is there in [Wolf Claw]?"

"The original designer was going to use the two-foot-long steel cable for [Wolf Claw] so that it could keep the steel cable down from the high cliffs, allowing users to climb the mountains and wading. Unfortunately, the strength of the cable. If you can't meet the requirements, you can't make a cable that can safely stretch more than 50 feet in length. And it doesn't actually use that long cable. So it's finally cut into the current length --"

"So the subspace that was originally reserved for the cable is more." Biddiville said: "The storage of the cable is also a subspace. The space reserved for that subspace is enough to store more things. This is this. Do you mean?"

"correct."

"Doesn't affect the use of steel cables?"

"I don't think it will. The cable is just an ordinary aluminum-zinc alloy, it is not enchanted, and of course it will not conflict with the enchantment on the fluid."

Worth a try. Bediville then fired the first half of the [Wolf Claw] and did not let the cable rewind. The one to which the cable is attached has a sub-space entrance. Bediville then tried to manipulate the Mithril fluid, allowing these ice blue liquids to flow into the subspace. It seems that some of the fluid has penetrated into the gap of the steel cable, and the steel cable is gradually brought with an ice-blue metallic luster, which looks a bit strange. Is there really no problem?

"Resolved?" Seeing that Biddeville finally cleaned up the Mithril fluid, Bereld planned to continue on the road, but he took a few steps and immediately found a gleaming thing on the ground: "Hey, take a look. This one."

"Well?" The werewolf youths gathered their equipment and felt relaxed (the secret silver fluid did not have weight after it was hidden in the subspace), and they heard the other party's exchange before they rushed over to see what happened.

There is a **** on the ground. It doesn't seem to be the human skull, and it is very small and can be held in a small size. The thing was "mineralized", and the pieces of light stone scattered around it looked very similar, and they were all shimmering.

"This should not be the core of the monster just now?" asked Bedyville.

"It's very likely, and the core is in the vicinity when it comes to the ground." Bereld looked at the crystal gimmick with enthusiasm, and he didn't dare to get closer: "It won't be dangerous."

"Even if it is the core of the monster, the spirit is absorbed by the fire of my spell. This thing should be only the ore. There is no shape but no soul." Bettiville boldly approached Crystal 骷髅, intends to reach out and touch.

"Be careful! God knows what tricks it can play!" Gladiator is superstitious.

"I have the protection of the fire of the spell, there will be no problem." Biddiville was not afraid, and reached for the crystal skull.

Then, something poured into his mind.

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Day after day, year after year,

The country’s broken family is only alive.

Become a slave, every day in the pit,

No hope, no dreams.

hate. Good hate.

I really want to take another look, that beautiful island, my home.

To escape from here.

No matter how much hard work, no matter how long it takes. )

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Dig a big gap, poke the stone,

Hide the traces and make a security.

auzw.com Day after day, year after year,

Oversight of the work, avoiding the eyes and ears.

Fighting hunger, fighting hard,

Planned for a long time, then act.

The man, dragging his body with scars, came out of the narrow stone cracks.

The man, fighting heroes in a terrible mine, tried to live.

The man, who fell and fell into an infinite abyss, broke his body and returned to heaven.

He only left his head and slowly rolled down the dark slope.

Falling next to a glowing stone. ]

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Is this the end?

Struggling, struggling, among the invincible destinies,

Until the body that struggled with it disappeared.

At the moment I passed away, still silently shouting,

I didn't walk gently into that good night.

Goodbye, my beautiful home, the Kingdom of Solis.

I struggled and I didn't give up until the last minute.

But this is the end, it is fate that makes me stop here.

I didn't walk gently into that good night,

It was that good night, Zhangkou swallowed me.

Goodbye, my child, Chery Chad.

May you live, may you be well. )

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The body is getting colder and everything is numb.

He who rested in this darkness should have quietly withered.

However, the warm light wrapped him,

The gleam in the darkness turned into a spark of the original.

He climbed up again and became a non-human thing.

Even so, still eager,

Longing for the blue sky,

Longing for that piece of homeland.

Longing for this monster-like hand,

Gently, touch his lovely daughter again.

Can this eternal obsession be true?

]

Bedieville came back and found tears in his eyes.

This world is really small. The man is unfortunate and he is very lucky. Because of his wishes, it will come true.

"Hey, are you okay?" Gladiator Bereld asked, "Isn't that affected by that?"

"Nothing, nothing." The werewolf youth took out a handkerchief and carefully wrapped the crystal enamel: "This thing is not harmful. There is only some memory left in it."

"memory?"

"There is nothing to say. There was a slave who tried to escape from the mine and then died in [Pan Shen Cave], nothing more." The werewolf youth hid the crystal and replied: "Variable [hydrotalcite] There is the ability to store memory, probably because of this, the residual thoughts are preserved. Then in a very special environment, it gradually becomes a spirit."

"You want to say that the soul of the dead is attached to the [Light Stone Core]. The fluid monsters we encounter are all things that have changed from the dead in [Pan Shen Cave]?"

"I didn't say anything. It's just an accident, and it doesn't necessarily apply to every fluid monster." Bedyville shrugged. "Let's go, anyway. There is probably nothing here."

"Really." Bereld looked at the empty pit. It was quite lively here, but after a big war, it gradually returned to death. It doesn't make sense to stay in this place. Their real task is not to fight monsters, but to find the fake Cardlan elders hiding in the mining platform. And now they have not seen the shadow of the fake elders!

No, [Shadow] is seen.

A shadow emerges from the end of the pit tunnel and is particularly conspicuous under the light.

"That is!" Biddyville exclaimed.

"Is it all over? No monsters?" A child about ten years old came out of the passage and asked.