1262 Praise the Prophet

"Destruction? you guys are really ...... ......"The fat man walked to this strange iron box with some anger and amusement, his eyes shining brightly in front of the box, and wiped the dust on it with his hands, revealing the position of the base,

The fat man wiped the dust on the box button with his hand, his eyes became deep, if it was just a suspicion just now, now he can be very sure that what he saw was a safe, and what appeared in front of him was a six-button password safe, although the shape was a little deformed, and the specific metal material could not be seen, but the safe buttons side by side on it protruded, and there were a few dust and dirt wrenches next to it even if it was too long, covered with a lot of dust and dirt,

For his actions, Muyakodir next to him was a little dazed,

He knew how attractive that thing was to anyone who came in for the first time, and when he first came in, he almost couldn't get out because of it, but the Falcon Majesty's watch was very strange, and it seemed that he was more interested in the base of this thing than in this iron box

"Could it be ......" Muyakodir smiled knowingly, and said, "Your Majesty, don't bother looking for it, my clan has almost searched for this place countless times in the past few hundred years, except for these things, there are absolutely no keys or other things or mechanisms, but now time is running out, every time my clan comes in, they only dare to stay in it for 20 minutes and must leave immediately, otherwise it is likely to be in danger of being locked inside."

"20 minutes? is enough!" the fat man waved his hand at him disapprovingly, and did not take Muyakodir's reminder to heart, he was looking for the fixing screws for the base of the iron box, the shape of this locomotive, which may be a monster in Muyakodir's eyes,

But in the eyes of the fat man, this locomotive is really ordinary, this is a tourist car when the family travels collectively. The chest above is the chest used to put some extra items,

Usually such boxes are locked, and in order to avoid being taken away during parking, the base of the box is usually fixed with steel screws, and it is clear that the Muyako people will not know this.

"Prophet Ferran, you can't play with your own descendants like this, can you!"

At the base of this safe, the fat man barely took much time to quickly find the four settings that were obviously screwed and concealed buckles that fixed the box. I couldn't help but flash a trace of regret and helplessness in my heart,

In all fairness, he had already seen the safe. Obviously, it will not be a product of this era, the most likely thing is to follow the Prophet Ferran to travel over, and the secret that the Prophet Ferran will lock after death must be a very important item,

Or maybe it was just an inadvertent oversight on the part of the Prophet, but unfortunately this small design has made the Muyako people who protect the Holy Land struggle for hundreds of years. I don't know how much brainpower and energy it spent, how many generations have gone crazy about it, and I haven't solved this simple mystery.

This is probably the surprise of the times. Such ordinary fasteners, if in modern times, even a child, will easily twist these hidden buckles with tools. But for the Muyakos, it's a puzzle that has haunted them for hundreds of years,

He hesitated in the direction of the passcode button. The fat man knew that he would never be able to open it, so he did not hesitate to pick up a wrench next to him, since it could not be opened in a short time, it could only be taken away, his eyes were aimed at the four fixing screws of the base,

Twisting the screws that had been rusting for hundreds of years, the sound of squeaking metal grinding resounded in the empty huge space...... What are you?" Reposti looked at him with a confused expression, "What are you doing, why don't you come and help!" The fat man shouted to the two people who were standing in a daze with some dissatisfaction, because they had not been twisted for hundreds of years, and the screws were basically rusty, and they were clinging to layers of black dirt,

It took a lot of effort for the fat man to finally twist off one, and 5 minutes have passed, according to this progress, if you want to twist all 4, it will take at least 20 minutes, which is undoubtedly touching the bottom line of retention,

In a hurry, the fat man couldn't care so much, and directly picked up two wrenches from the side, one for Reposti and the other for Muyakodir, who was full of hesitation, and then knocked heavily on the other two screws with the wrench, and said, "Follow my movements, twist these two too!"

"Your Majesty, this is blasphemy!" Muyakodir was speechless, and almost fell to the ground when he caught the wrench,

The whole body stood there, looking at the venerable Falcon Majesty Xià and the tall and strong Reposti, who was laboriously moving a protruding bone from the holy object with an unknown metal tool.

Muyakodil felt that he was going crazy, in his eyes, it was a part of the body of the holy object, in the legend of the Muyako people, these monsters created by the prophet of Ferran, only sleeping here temporarily, guarding the holy spirit of the prophet from being disturbed,

In other words, the Muyako people believe that these things are alive, and although they only lie dormant here, the sturdy unknown shell and the hideous and huge shape show how terrible this monster can be if it wakes up

"Actually, this thing is quite twisted and quite exciting!" Reposti's face was unconcealable with excitement, revealing a mouthful of seeping white teeth to him, Muyakodil hesitated for a while, and finally picked up the wrench with some trembling hands, and a trace of excitement flashed in his heart, when the wrench was fastened with the screw, he felt an inexplicable excitement, this is the Muyako clan for hundreds of years of entanglement!

The crisp sound of metal falling to the ground answered in the huge empty space, a metal screw full of dirt flicked on the ground, and the three people stopped the action in their hands at the same time, and unconsciously, the fixed 4 screws were all twisted off, and the fat man carefully put all the four precious screws into his pocket, and he wanted to take these four screws back and let the research institute study them well,

As a modern person, he knows very well what this small invention means for that mechanical era, the function and appearance of machinery can be ever-changing, but in the final analysis, every qiē is fixed by such large and small screws, and it can even be said politely that the entire civilization is built on screws, without screws, there is no possibility of that civilization existing, the more tiny things are, and the most difficult to copy the foundation.

Now with such a ready-made template, it will undoubtedly save the research institute a lot of energy, and these screws are very heavy, which should be some kind of special metal

"Your Majesty, did you hear any sound?"

In the busyness, Reposti, who was close to the left, raised his head a little uncertainly, under his gaze, the hands of the falcon were violently clasping the ends of the black box, and Muyakodir next to him was panting, looking at the black box with bloodshot eyes,

Everyone wants to know what this thing that has been protected by the tribe for hundreds of years, what is it, "boom" The ground shook slightly again, and this time all three of them heard it,

The fat man's face turned pale all of a sudden, and he exerted himself violently, and the black box made an ugly creaky sound, and as he was violently pulled up, a hook-type thin iron wire was also exposed under the box.

The sound of breathing came suddenly, and a fine grain of sand fell from the top of their heads to the stunned faces of the three people.

"What's the situation!" The sudden and concurrent sense of crisis made the fat man feel his scalp explode violently in an instant, booming, and countless fine sand poured down from the top, flowing down like a waterfall, blocking the road when he came,

"It's over, it's dead!" the fat man looked stupid and hugged the black box

"Look at that, it's the steps of the altar in the center of the city!" Muyakodir's surprised cry came from the side, and he saw that as the fine sand flowed clean, an upward passage appeared in the place where it collapsed.

At the top of the passage, there was a lazy carving of the prophet of Ferran in the center of the red clay city, and a bright sun, very lovely through the steps, like a pillar of light shining down,

"Your Majesty, we don't have to die!"

At this moment, there are no kings and ministers, and there are no masters and servants, everyone just never feels that life is actually so beautiful, and the air that breathes freely is so comfortable and comfortable

The fat man finally knew how the prophet Phelan had brought in such a huge steam engine in the first place.

"Praise the Prophet!" Muyakodir did when he ran out of the steps, and the first thing he did was to lie down in front of the altar.

Beside him, Reposti sat on the ground panting, gasping for breath, as if there was never enough time to "Praise the Prophet!" The fat man, who had never believed in any religion, straightened his body for the first time, and bowed to the statue of the Prophet Ferran, which was as unique and tender as an angel,

This is a great and noble character, or he is not good at intrigue and politics, and even spurned by that inappropriate era, but still has a heart as bright as starlight,

Respect, Freedom, Life...... The Sky Doctrine flashed through the fat man's mind one by one, never so clearly, and the fat man felt that this Prophet Ferran attached great importance to the black box, and even did not hesitate to design such a sad and joyful scene to warn those who finally obtained the black box that every life, every morning, and even every inch of light should be respected, this is the real Sky Doctrine.

Suddenly, the fat man felt that he should let the Sky Mentor Parschena come to see it for himself, this should be the Sky Cult she was fighting for, (to be continued.) )