Super Trick or Treat System

Through all this, Li Badi grasped his flamethrower tightly. Unconsciously, his hand gripped the curved handle of the cylindrical weapon. Now he slowly put it on the floor, and then strenuously straightened his sore body.

Loya's light still shone. He saw her eyes searching for herself, half fear and half surprise. The stranger used a strange thunder weapon—he knew she was wondering if they still dared to hope, wondering if the warriors of these races had the ability to perform further.

One hand gently embraced her and pulled her closer, while the other hand rested on the shoulder.

"This is the ending, dear." He told the girl softly. "This is the end of our journey. You are so kind and brave. When we are almost about to fight, it's hard to lose." Then, to Smith, "Roa came back to save me-when she could have left safely At that time, she refused."

One

The air has suffocated. The tunnel above the entrance of the cave was very hot, although it was only at the end, the invisible ray hit the rock surface, where there was red hot heat. Li Badi suddenly didn't see anything. What he saw in his mind was the world above, his own huge, free, sunny space. Suddenly, he longed for a closer connection, no matter how small, he could not be bound to this world.

"What's the date today?" he asked. "Have you tracked time?"

Smith looked at him wonderingly. "Yes," he said, and then added: "Oh, I see. You want to know the day we passed away. This is twenty years old, Dean." He looked at the watch on his wrist, "There are only two points. Bell. The afternoon of the twentieth century."

In his heart, Li Badi felt a dull resentment. Even this last trivial matter, he was rejected. "You were wrong," he said sharply. "You pointed."

Smith said: "There is no actual difference." But Li Huai continued:

"We left our inner world in the 19th century. At noon in the 20th century, Gore cut off the flamethrower and melted a hole in the sea floor. But it didn't work. I had hoped that I could kill the rat and smooth a solid water After walking more than six hundred miles along a shaft, it will pass through the fire zone, flood into the rat world, and then spread to the hottest place. It could have hit the lake of fire!"

"I don't know what you are talking about." Smith's voice was deliberately soothing. He knew Li Huai was talking nonsense. "But I know I am right in time. Since then, we have been following it every hour—"

'S speech sounds like insanity in his ears. He would have continued-he didn't want to see going out like this-but now he stopped. The rock trembled under his feet.

Now Li Badi cried silently, and leaped towards the flamethrower on the floor. His voice was almost screaming. "Success!" he yelled in joy. "This is the end of the barbarians!"

The hen, with words that others cannot understand, fired them with her emotions in some way: "Gore chopped it up! Water, millions of tons! Fire zone-steam!..." He dared to go. On the floor near the hot opening of the cave, the green flames of the weapon he was aiming torn up and out.

Tilting down from the passage to the source of the heat rays, the harsh whistling sound became louder. The entire tunnel now glows green from the flames of the advancing tribe. Knowing that they were carrying a ray projector, it was not that the light was visible, but that the end wall at the turn of the tunnel was still emitting a white, dazzling light.

"Shoot on me!" Li Bady shouted. "Don't stretch your gun towards that ray, but aim at the tunnel as much as possible. Keep them busy. Don't let them get too close."

Above his head, he heard the beginning of the rifle shooting, when people huddled together and aimed at the opposite wall at the level possible. The bullet glanced at it, and the air was full of bouncing sounds, but the enemy continued to advance, as their sharp voices told.

His own weapon is aimed upward. The roof of the tunnel is rough and broken. He aimed the flame at the top of a large block of black granite. In one place, it broke. If he can cut it off, make it fall on steeply sloping ground. ...He used the full force of the explosion in an orderly manner along the chosen route.

The air in his tunnel has been blowing gently, but now it emits gusts of gusts, blowing in from the entrance of the cave, and at the same time it brings endless roars and roars, like gunshots deep in the distance. When the rock fell, the breeze blew steady.

"But it's useless." shouted when the deafening sound of the fall stopped. "They will melt it with rays for a second." Even if he spoke, when the enemy shot the rays downward, the huge granite blocks softened and rolled down. Its heat violently rushed into the entrance of their retreat, but Li Huai still insisted, using a flame weapon to stubbornly saw the other large pieces above.

Now, the distant thunder was getting louder and louder, and the rocks were shaking again under them. The wind in the tunnel suddenly turned into a violent wind. It brought them from another thousand passages, and shrill, eerie air screams tore and tear on the projected rock ledge. Mixed with it are horrible screams, and echoes of footsteps echoing in the tunnel during the frantic flight.

The block of stone that melted in the invisible light cooled to red and then turned black. Outside, it was a tunnel raging by the wind, only lit by a fire from Dean's weapon.

"They are gone!" Culver shouted. "The light has gone out. Go outside! Now we are going to fight for it!" Then, Li Huai stood up with the others and jumped into the tunnel that was no longer the place of death.

Hearing their rapid footsteps and shouting: "Beware of turning, the rocks are hot." But he did not take care of them. He stood upright, standing high in the air, still aiming the flame at the wooden block that was hanging stubbornly and would not let go.

He knew only to stand nearby. He heard the other foot. Someone is back. Then, Smith was on him, almost frustrating him from his cautious posture. Smith yelled.

"Come back!" he cried. "Are you crazy? Don't you know they will chase us again?"

When the big stone was let go, it suddenly sounded. It also hit the floor deafeningly, rolling down slowly, beside the tall glass hill that the first rock had turned into. They are very bulky in the channel. They are eight to ten feet tall and extend from wall to wall.

There is still four feet of space above them. When I looked at the ceiling above, I made a careful estimate. Then he took the hand of Smith who was holding him, and returned to the offense. Now, above the top of the roadblock he built, a white ribbon of vapor was flowing. He had to do his best to let Smith hear the harsh screams from the explosion.

"Steam!" he screamed into Smith's ear. "Fresh steam! We can never do it. Before reaching the highest peak, we boil it into pulp. I have to block it and then seal it." As he spoke, the entire ceiling was torn apart The wind tore through the wreckage, and the sound was like the scream of an injured animal or the cry of an overwhelmed person.

I

The melted water droplets churn when falling and cause fatal rainfall. Staring at the cloud of hot steam that now envelops him, the call will be taken to safety, keeping the flame where it should be-until the last hole is closed and the last gap in the wall is filled. Even after that, Li Bad Keep the flame above the wall until he melts the rock, and more rock flows down, turning the barrier into a single heavy solid.

Now, steam was coming out of the narrow crack, and the green light there flashed, blocking the road. But it was very simple. He closed the gap with flames.

He was panting. The heat radiating from that molten melt tortured his naked body because his urgent need made him unable to bear it.

And by his side again. "Now," he said, "we can go, but if there are any crossings, I must also block them."

"Nothing," Smithy said, adding: "I thought you were crazy. Dean, you have saved all of us; we will never be able to reach the top. The heat is getting hotter and hotter, as if already Come out. Come out of hell."

"Yes," Li Hao said. Then the flamethrower fell from his bewildered hand. He is swinging. When Smith and Roa on both sides gently held the burned arm and helped him walk elsewhere, his knees trembled.

Colonel Culver and a rescue team met them halfway. The colonel had safely seen his men reach the bottom of the crater. Others came to pick them up from the field artillery near their station. Then Culver recruited volunteers and came back. There are many people who are willing to help.

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