How spectacular is it for thousands of fire creatures with no end in sight to charge?

Just look at the crowd in the restaurant that is completely stunned at the moment!

Even the bald man with a large-caliber revolver had a look of fear and despair in his eyes.

Because not to mention whether or not bullets can damage creatures that are obviously not flesh and blood, the only six bullets in the wheel alone are simply not enough to deal with so many enemies.

Mansha, who was hiding in the bathroom, undoubtedly saw this scene, and asked in a trembling voice: "Teach...... Professor! I ...... What should we do now?"

"Don't make a noise! I'm looking for some information!" Craig reprimanded with forced composure.

Of course, it would have been more convincing if his hands hadn't shaken as if he had Parkinson's disease.

But a professor is a professor, and as soon as he read the entire description of the world of fire, he immediately frowned and searched his mind for similar myths and legends.

After about three or five minutes, he suddenly shouted with surprise on his face: "I know! I know! This Icarlet is actually the flame spirit in the *** mythological story - Ifritte." In fact, in many parts of the Middle East, before the birth of *** religion, there was a folk tale about the powerful flame life. According to archaeological findings, Zoroastrianism, the predecessor of Manichaeism, once recorded the story of a powerful fire spirit imprisoned by the gods in the form of frescoes, which is obviously referring to this place. ”

"Damn, Professor, what we need now is not this mess, but how to stop those monsters from burning us to the ground. Mantha snarled angrily.

She couldn't believe that at such a critical moment, the other party was still thinking about the countless puzzling mysteries about deciphering the ancient books.

"No, kid! it's important! Now that we know who the other person is, we can deal with them. See, there are quite a few magic symbols on it, which can be used to ward off the fire spirits. Quick, bring a kitchen knife and let everyone in the restaurant arrange these three symbols in order as quickly as possible and carve them into the wall outside. If the description in the book is correct, the monsters will not be able to touch, or even come close. Craig explained, pointing to three strangely shaped ancient Semitic letters on the back of the second page.

"Professor, you'd better pray that they're useful, or I'll guarantee the people out there will tear you to shreds before they die. ”

After that, Mansha didn't care too much, and immediately ran to the restaurant and yelled at everyone, and then distributed the props in her hand to everyone.

Although some people want to know where these strange symbols came from, the flame monsters that are getting closer and closer still honestly choose to obey orders.

After all, you can't get along with anything, and you can't get along with your own life.

If you can really survive, it's not too late to ask later.

As the saying goes, in times of crisis, human beings can often burst out with unimaginable power.

Especially these big-city Americans, who have always been pampered, are now working hard enough to put their compatriots to shame, and in less than two and a half minutes, the entire restaurant has been engraved with dense mystical symbols.

When the huge flame monster led his men to get closer, everyone retreated into the restaurant, staring nervously outside, only to find that the rune carved just now emitted a faint silver light, successfully stopping the monster's footsteps, and the other party just kept circling around.

"Oh God, we're saved!" said the waitress who was the first to scream, drawing a cross on her chest, a look of apprehension on her face.

"Don't be in a hurry to rejoice just yet! These guys can't get close, but they don't mean to retreat. Don't forget, we're stuck here right now and can't go anywhere, and once we run out of water and food, we won't be much better. Another middle-aged man who looked like a restaurant chef reminded.

"Don't worry, don't forget that we're a restaurant! The food in the cold storage is at least enough to keep everyone on for more than half a month. The waitress shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.

"Well, stupid woman with big breasts! Think about it! We're already without power! And we're in an extremely hot environment! At most, all the food in the cold storage will spoil. In three to five days at most, we will be starved of food and water. The chef pointed out the problem directly in a rather frustrated tone.

"Shet, my favorite ice cream! Before they melt, let's take them out and eat them with everyone." The waitress screamed and rushed backstage to take the ice cream out of the machine and distribute it to the crowd.

Since the current ambient temperature is at least forty or fifty degrees, everyone is starting to sweat profusely, and something is needed to cool down the body temperature to bring the body temperature back into balance.

Just as those brainless guys began to enjoy the coolness of the ice cream, several people with more sober and calm minds quickly came to Mansha's side, and the bald man in the lead fiddled with the revolver in his hand, and said in a low voice: "Miss, I think you'd better explain what all this is all about, why do you know that those symbols can stop the flame monster from approaching?"

"Yes, we have reason to suspect that you are the culprit of the disaster. The other man chimed in.

"I'm sorry, I really don't know how to solve ......"

Before the girl could finish speaking, she saw the old professor come out of the bathroom and sit on the chair opposite.

I saw that he first glanced at the other party with contemptuous eyes, and then sneered and mocked: "Are you threatening my students?"

"Hey, old fellow, be careful! we're just trying to get to the bottom of it!" the bald man tapped the table with warning.

"Idiot, do you think the truth matters when things are at this point? What really matters is how to get out of this situation and get back to Los Angeles alive. Craig looked up and met him without fear.

He knew very well that if he couldn't regain the lead at this moment, then the next days would probably be sad, so he couldn't make the slightest concession no matter what.

"Do you have a solution?" a white man in his mid-thirties in a white shirt probed.

Craig nodded slightly, and directly opened the ancient book and put it on the table: "Yes, everything is recorded in this book, including the world, including the runes that block the monster from approaching, and even more including the way to go back." ”

"Fake, give me the book!" the bald man didn't say a word, grabbed the book on the spot and began to flip through it quickly.

Interestingly, within a few seconds, his face showed an unconcealed embarrassment, and he cursed in a low voice, "Can anyone tell me what this crooked is? Why can't I read a word?"

When the old professor heard this, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and support his eyes: "That is the Sassanid Pahlavi language used in Persia in the Middle Ages! Even in the world, there are not many people who can read it, and my students and I happen to be two ......of them."

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