Chapter 81 See the author's words above

"Bang-"

There was a terrible explosion overhead, large and small gravel fell like hail, the elevator made a loud clang, and it fell staggeringly, Sayero held his hand tightly, raised his arm, and a rope flew out and pierced into the rock crevice, Sayaro led him to kick the cave wall and quickly climbed up, and completely blocked the falling rocks with his back and head for him.

"Sayero!"

Helo grabbed the rope with one hand and tightened his waist with the other, but he felt a large piece of moist and warm liquid, and Sayero's back was cut through a large gap, and blood continued to drip on his face. The rubble kept falling down, and they hung on the rope and staggered, and there was little hope of climbing up, and Helo hugged him tightly, gritting his teeth: "Don't hold on, Shayero." Let's go down together! Even if it's hell, we'll go through it together, and with you, I'm not afraid of anything. ”

Sayaro wordlessly tightened his back, seemed to smile, and as soon as his hand loosened, the rope was violently stretched by the weight of their fall, and the figures of the two were instantly annihilated in the falling boulders.

Vertigo, pain, suffocating darkness.

Helo woke up from a brief fainting and felt a heavy weight weigh on his body, it was Sayero. He nudged him, felt a warm hand of liquid, and was startled.

“…… Brother! Sayara! ”

There was no response, and he was so anxious that he almost shed tears, and immediately held back.

He has to be calm, strong, and rely on Sayero.

Telling himself this, Herlo sat up and used his mind to turn on the fluorescent lights on the invisibility cloak from the neural sensing device that controlled the watch.

It is surrounded by a space formed by the accumulation of large and small rocks, and they are pressed into a triangular gap. Their own biomimetic shield wrapped them like a layer of silk, slowing down the impact, and the falling rubble was blocked by Sayero with his back.

He was unscathed except for a slight abrasion to his head, but by the light, he could see that Sayero's back was smashed to a bloody blur and his tough invisibility cloak was torn.

From childhood to adulthood, it has always been.

He couldn't count how many times the man who raised him had been injured for him.

"Damn ......" His heart cramped violently, Helo gritted his teeth, blinked his wet eyes, took out a healing needle from his armed belt, injected it into Sayero's body, and then applied a temporary musculature repair membrane to the fleshy wound on his back.

Immediately, between the upturned flesh, he came across a foreign object.

On Sayero's shoulder blades, there is a small bulge that feels like a bone that has broken out of the skin, and there are some small feather-like soft spines.

Recalling seeing Sayero's mutant form in front of that isolated island, Herro ripped off his clothes in horror and found the rudimentary shape of the wings.

Sayaro is mutating.

The cells created by the combination of the Evil Flower Virus and the four-dimensional parasite are eating away at Sayero's body again, didn't he tell him that this situation has been suppressed?

When did it start?

Start by entering this pyramid?

That's right...... At that time, Helo's eyes couldn't help but see those murals, and the contents of the murals were suggesting something, and Sayero must have understood why he should have fled immediately.

Pitfall...... Could it be that the CIA's order to let them seize the negative energy source is false, and the real purpose of luring Sayero here is the real purpose?

This thought sent a chill down Herro's spine, and he felt Sayaro in his arms move and slowly raise his head. Helo looked down and saw a pair of bloodshot eyes peeking out from under the bloodstained blonde hair, and the sclera reflected a strange purple light under the fluorescent light, like a night predator.

He shuddered, but instead of pushing Sayero away, he carefully touched his cheek with one hand: "...... Brother? ”

A hand slammed into his wrist, and his palm was hot: "Helo...... It's me, don't be afraid. ”

Helo breathed a sigh of relief, erected his body, cleaned the rubble little by little, and crawled out of the gap. Although the fluorescent light could not radiate to a large area, when you looked up, you could still tell that there was a huge space under this cave, and Helo turned on the long light, illuminated the surroundings, and found that there was a cave under this cave, which was simply a magnificent underground temple.

They only landed at the entrance of the temple, and not far from them there was an entrance to the depths, which had been made into a door embedded in the ground, and on both sides there were statues of Anubis, one on the left and one on the right, which were still very well preserved.

This is probably the only place that has not been destroyed by the time Yom Kippur arrived.

"There must be an exit to the outside." Sayaro coughed.

"How are you? Do you want to sit and rest for a while? Turning his head to look at the other party, Helo asked uneasily.

Shayero shook his head, reached out and touched his back, his expression slightly distorted: "The longer the delay, the more difficult it will be for my question to suppress, Helo, take out the thorn." ”

"Do what?" Khroyi did as he said, and when he saw Sayaro turn his back towards him, his heart palpitated.

"Stick in with it, don't go too deep."

"But the material of this stab will inhibit wound healing......" Heloh wondered, suddenly realizing that this was what Sayaro needed. And this time he chose to believe in Sayero wholeheartedly, believing that he would not give up his life lightly and accompany him to old age.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to stare at it as it slowly penetrated deep into Sayero's muscles, the filigree fibers of the mimetic creature tangled together as soon as they met the blood, and soon wrapped the wingbone-like bulge in the shape of the bone.

Sayero's back trembled slightly, but he stood motionless.

Dou Da sweat trickled down his hair, along with Helo's tears. He couldn't imagine how much Sayaro must have hurt, at least more than the steel nails he had endured for the intensive surgery.

At the moment when Sayaro shouted to stop, all the strength in his body seemed to be drained, and even the military thorn barely had the strength to hold it firmly, but he held him up in time when Sayaro fell forward in the next moment.

"Damn...... It really hurts. A hoarse □□ came from his ears. Helo thought it was his hallucination for a moment, and hugged Sayero's heavy, solid body in a daze.

For the first time, the man showed weakness in front of him.

For the first time, he gave him his flaws and back.

Like any ordinary person who hurts, tears, and occasionally needs a shoulder to lean on.

"When you go through surgery, you should be in such pain."

Sayaro leaned half of his body on him like a drunken and trance-stricken uncle, clasped the back of his neck tightly with one hand, and smiled wryly, "Seven... I hope you stab it seven times, so that I can also experience that pain, unforgettable, and I will not forget it until I die. Think about what kind of regret it would be if I couldn't hold you all the time until I grew old......"

"Damn, what nonsense are you talking about!" Helo couldn't help but scold, his voice softened uncontrollably, he clenched his fist and gently hammered Shayero's shoulder, "You...... You don't want me to follow you...... If you get out alive, I will give birth to you, give birth to an entire zoo, and never break my word! ”

Hearing his death-defying tone, Sayaro rubbed his cheek amusedly, and whispered in a tone that was sensational to the point of being excessive, "So the two of us can have a crystallization of love?" ”

"When the did you get so insensitive!" Helo lifted his chin, and Sayero squinted and frowned, but he couldn't help but smile, his head pressed against his palm, like some kind of coquettish big canine.

Saya like this...... Exceptionally cute.

Helo's heart pounded untimely, but when he remembered the murals, he sank again: "What did you just say, what do those murals allude to, Sayero?" ”

"The resurrection of the Elder Gods." Sayaro paused, "It's a bit complicated, maybe you don't believe it." The so-called 'gods' recorded in the ancient dossier of mankind are actually four-dimensional beings from extraterrestrial, that is, the true ancestors of mankind. They appeared frequently in the first few thousand years of human existence, accepted the worship of humans, and were the prototype of angels and demons, elves, and a qiē legend. ”

"As human civilization has become more advanced and wars have increased, these gods have chosen to leave because they cannot adapt to the environment of the earth, but since then there have been more and more signs that the 'Day of Atonement' predicted by the ancients will come, that is, God's punishment for mankind."

"The meteorite rain failed to kill all of humanity, and the seeds of the Flower of Evil were born. The Flower of Evil was never a neo-Nazi synthetic virus, its seeds were a toxin secreted by a four-dimensional creature called a 'demon' after its demise, and it was also the raw material for the serum that inhibited the wave of infection of the Flower of Evil. I learned about this after the war when I was involved in research projects and operations to rid the Evil Flower of Evil. ”

Helo held his breath in disbelief and grabbed him by the shoulder: "The 'demon' you said is the thing that lives inside you?" ”

"The progenitor of demons, Satan, to be exact." Sayaro took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, took a puff, his eyes were gloomy, "I have always felt that there was something strange about the accident I suffered on that planet a few years ago, but I couldn't find any evidence, and now it seems that my choice as a host by 'Satan' is the first link in a whole conspiracy, and after Paradise of Thorns gets Satan, it needs a person who is in good enough health to bear Satan as a sacrifice for a negative energy source to activate it." Originally, as long as I had died six years ago, they would have only had to transport my body here, but I didn't expect that I would survive, and the actual base would also lose control and crash underwater. When I woke up six years later, they set up a bureau for me to deliver to my door. As for you...... It must be the human being who was chosen as the 'container'. ”

"I don't understand...... Sayero. Helo asked in confusion, "You said that you had an accident on that planet six years ago, and that you are here now, all of which were planned by someone?" Then the CIA ......"

"I was sold."

Shayero spat out a puff of cigarette and curled his lips mockingly, "Director William is the godfather of me and Ailing, he saved our names and provided for our brothers to grow up, I didn't expect to have his share." But now is not the time to be sentimental. Helo, let's go out first, and we'll explain to you later. ”

Herlock restrained the ** he wanted to ask, and nodded: "Are we going down, or are we going up?" ”

After quietly watching the direction of the cigarette butt drifting away for a few seconds, Sayaro barely stood up straight and threw a survey ball into the dungeon under his feet, and a moment later, a clear holographic map appeared in front of the two of them.

"Oh my God, that's a big ...... down here," Helo raised his eyebrows in surprise, snatched the cigarette from Sayero's lips and bit it between his teeth, and took a long puff of coldness.

"Ahem... Ahem! What the hell is so strong! ”

"Spiced adrenaline. It has the effect of refreshing pain, relieving pain and replenishing energy, and sometimes it can be used as a □□. Sayaro glanced at him with a smirk, took the cigarette back, and scratched his red nose, "It's not something that a child can smoke." What you need is this. ”

"Know... I know that only old men with kidney deficiency need to use it. Heloh took the protein bread he handed him, taunted him harshly, and chewed it out, his eyes fixed on the holographic map, his face burning again.

Damn it... Luckily, the lights were dim.

He was glad to see Sayaro zoom in on the holographic map with his hand, carefully searching for the exit, but staring at a circular altar-like structure.