Chapter 14: The Glory of the World in the Wheel of the Sun Wheel 39

After listening to a message from Menes, who was suspected to be the first pharaoh, Beddiviwell was shocked. However, what he has to do has not changed in the slightest. It was fate that led him to this tomb, and if that was the case, then he couldn't have returned empty-handed. The sun god's sun wheel mentioned by Kana, the Reflection Orb that Beddiver himself was looking for, now has an extra sun pupil, and there are more and more mysteries sleeping in this ancient tomb.

As the golden apparition vanished completely, a passage to another dimension appeared behind the deep room, and the passage itself was larger and wider than the small room in front of Bediwell. Needless to say, the way to continue is bound to be filled with countless deadly mechanisms, and it is like killing the invaders like Bediwell at any time and place.

Is the boss alright?

The light on the tungsten tongue whip in Bediwell's hand also disappeared, and it reverted to its original inconspicuous appearance.

Alright, let's all come down. The werewolf youth replied.

The group of people who were waiting upstairs came downstairs one by one. They probably hadn't seen anything, only that there was a flash of golden light from Bediwell's side just now.

Boss, what was it just now? Lawrence came downstairs and couldn't wait to ask, "Who do you seem to be talking to?"

It's all right, Bediville scratched his head: I think it's just that the ventilation in this tomb is too poor, and there are some poisonous gases that can make people hallucinate. But don't worry, it looks like the gas has dissipated, and I haven't seen that hallucination anymore.

Poison gas. Academician Zust raised his arm and glanced at a bracelet-like instrument on his arm: I had not detected any particularly dangerous poison gas on my side. The carbon dioxide content is a bit high, but it is within a safe range. Well, just to be on the safe side, let's put on your poisoning masks.

Then some of the scholars actually began to divide the gas masks, and they even handed one to Bediwell. Unfortunately, those gas masks are designed to match the shape of human faces, and Bediwell's long wolf mouth can't fit this kind of gas mask, and Bediwell laughs very awkwardly when he holds it.

If you think it's inconvenient, you don't have to wear it, Academician Zust also smiled awkwardly, hang the gas mask around your neck, and in case of emergency, you can pull out the filtered small muzzle to cover it, which can also play a role in filtering toxic components in the air, but the effect is lower than when you wear it normally.

All right. Bediwell wore a gas mask around his neck. The dark green gas mask hangs around the neck of the werewolf youth, which looks a bit like a scarf. The slight strangulation of his neck, the difficulty of breathing, and the limitation of his vision made Bedeville feel uncomfortable.

Hahaha, the boss looks funny like this. Big Lawrence laughed.

Don't you have to wear a gas mask? Bediwell gave Big Lawrence a blank look: Be careful of inhaling poison gas and being poisoned.

Ha, don't worry about me, I have my own way to save myself. Big Lawrence looked like he didn't care,

Bediwell couldn't help but wonder, could spells really be so powerful that they could even detoxify themselves? From that expression, it seemed like there was some story in it. But Bediwell didn't bother to look into it or ask anything, he just had to concentrate on breaking through the pyramid of the walking mechanism and getting everything he wanted.

The long corridor was very long, and the lighting was taken care of by a kind of magical wall lamp that could be lit almost forever, this wall lamp looked like an eagle, and the golden eagle's head was crowned with a crystal with a warm orange-red light, which should have been very dim, only enough to illuminate the distance of two or three yards around, but the corridor was full of that kind of golden relief inscription, and the carving of the ceiling of the wall just magnified the light of the wall lamp, which was not bright enough, dozens of times. In addition, there is also a wall lamp every two or three yards, on both sides of the entire corridor, and the faint lights are superimposed and added to each other under the reflection of the wall ceiling, and finally the brightness of this long corridor that should be very underlit becomes not only good, but also very luxurious.

The orange-red and golden contrast is like dusk.

The smell of blood. Bediwell said. His sense of smell was dozens of times stronger than that of the humans present, and of course he could smell the murderous intent hidden in this long corridor. He also knew very well that the scholars of the Melson Brotherhood were certainly not the first to arrive in this ancient tomb to explore the secrets, and there must have been many ancestors of this pyramid, but these explorers also died in the ancient tomb full of mechanisms, or fled in fear before they could get anything. The truly valuable treasure of the pyramid must still be sleeping in a corner of the depths of the tomb.

Let's go according to the original plan and let me open the way. Strategist Eric said his floating wheelchair had been moved to the front.

Is the throwing knife you used to blow open the iron door just now a consumable? Bediwell couldn't help but ask curiously, although it seems to be controlled by brain waves, but if it explodes, it will be gone?

It's really a consumable, but it doesn't have to be consumed by hitting something and exploding, and I can take back the floating saber that doesn't explode and continue to use it. Eric said: There is still a lot of inventory of wheelchairs, and thirty-four floating sabers are enough to break through many traps.

Hmph, Bediwell snorted. Eric's floating wheelchair is an arsenal of active weapons, with a large number of floating shields that can be detached for defense, as well as throwing knives for offense. It seems that these weapons are all brainwave-controlled.

The reason why these weapons are able to float is actually that they have a small built-in photon float engine, and they also have thrusters linked to Eric's brainwaves. But since there are engines and thrusters, it means that they all need electricity to operate. It seems that these small floating weapons are usually dormant in wheelchairs, and they are only released when they need to be used, and they seem to return to the wheelchair to continue charging when they are not in use. That's right, the design is scientific.

But since it is designed like this, it also means that the wheelchair that Eric is sitting in is actually very bulky. This floating wheelchair originally needed to hit the photon float engine and photon reflector to float in mid-air, and it had to charge those small photon float weapons, which meant that it needed more powerful and larger batteries in it. Although this thing now looks like it is floating above the ground and is very light, in fact it has a lot of mass and inertia, and it must be very bulky to move.

Can such bulky equipment really cope with the ever-changing situation? Especially in Bediville, the next path they will take may have countless dangers that they could not imagine at all.

So be it. Bediwell then said, "Don't go ahead, you use the floating shield to escort me, and I'll be in charge of exploring the way first."

Is there really no problem, Mr. Beddyville?

When you're in danger, you can only use the floating shield to block it, but what if the shield can't block it?, Bediwell said, "It may be rude to say that, but I'm much quicker than you in a wheelchair.

Eric, the Strategist, thought for a moment that there seemed nothing wrong with this, so he did not try to contradict Bediwell: "Then be careful yourself, Mr. Bediwell.

The werewolf youth shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the small room, the first to enter the long, dusk-colored hallway.

As soon as he entered the hallway, Bediwell felt a chill. Something seemed to be denying the werewolf youth entry, but he didn't feel the slightest malice in it, only a chill.

His nose could clearly smell the strong smell of blood ten yards in front of him, at one o'clock. There must have been a mechanism there, and many people had died there, so despite some incredible self-purification in the tomb, it was never able to get rid of the smell of blood from that corner.

The question is, do you need to get close to it for the deadly mechanism to be touched, or whether you can get close to it or not, and finally force people to die in that kind of place? There is only one way to get the answer.

He pulled out a pebble from his bosom. It had been prepared before he got out of his boat, and it was just a mediocre stone, with nothing to show for it. But it's only a quarter the size of a fist, and it's the right size and weight to be thrown far away, and just heavy enough to touch a lot of pressure-sensitive traps. Bediwell didn't have much hope, but he still needed to find his way with stones first. He aimed the little stone at the obvious smell of blood in the distance and threw it out!

As the stones flew out, the mechanisms on the walls and the ground were touched one after another, and countless spikes rushed out frantically, until their reach finally caught up with the flight of the stones, knocking the pebbles into the air, flying farther, and then shattering! It had obviously been shattered to the ground, but the mechanisms in the corridor seemed to be unwilling to let go of the rubble, and the ceiling wall suddenly burst out with a fire-breathing muzzle, spraying the gravel on the ground! The torrent of flames instantly baked all the crumbs of the stone red!

At this moment, Bediwell finally understood.

This hallway full of traps isn't just a trap hidden somewhere. There are traps everywhere in this corridor, and the difference is only in the number of traps and how densely arranged!