Chapter 1629: Transformation in the Battle (34)

The flames, all the while, burned the cold corridor like a furnace.

Because the flame pine powder brought by Bediwell relies on the release of magic to generate heat, this heat energy is more stable and continuous than ordinary firewood, neither letting the fire burn uncontrollably because there is too much firewood, nor causing the flame to flicker and extinguish because there is too little firewood. Pine resin is piled up in a pit in the ground, forming a clump because of its own "burning", which is already a stable heat source, and it is impossible to be scattered by a little wind and grass.

The fire burned and spread heat, melting the frost from a large area of falling rocks around it. The three mercenaries were still digging under Bediwell's supervision, and they began to sweat profusely. Bediwell wanted to participate in the excavation, but he didn't have many suitable tools in his hands - the tools brought by the mercenaries were all used by them to dig - so the werewolf youth had to pretend to be the boss and just watch from the sidelines. However, he also paid someone to help, so stealing laziness is just in line with the identity of its boss, otherwise the cost of more than 32,000 Egyptian dollars per person will be very worthless.

"Hmm...... After digging for nearly an hour, one of the mercenaries was already so hot that he was panting, he slowed down his hands and feet a little and wiped his sweat, and at the same time muttered, "To be honest, I thought something thrilling would happen this [digging]." I really didn't expect it to be this kind of pure [digging]. ＂

"Phew, as if you've stolen a lot of tombs. Bediwell snorted from the side. He didn't mind the mercenaries occasionally stealing and stopping to rest, after all, people get tired.

"I've stolen a lot. On the other side, Lawrence, who was digging with a shovel, was also sweating profusely, and couldn't help but stop to wipe his sweat, and even took off his shirt: "I have been commissioned to steal at least three ancient tombs in the past six months." Of course, you can't tell the boss the details of the client and the tomb. And one of them was the tomb of a certain pharaoh, and there were so many traps in it that it was so frightening that a team of thirty-two people went in, and only seven came back. ＂

Is there really so many ancient tombs underneath Egypt? Bediwell wondered. But what surprised Bediwell even more was that Lawrence was unexpectedly lucky, running around in such a dangerous ancient tomb full of traps, and he could still save his life repeatedly.

No, maybe this guy's reaction is better than ordinary people, so he saved his life. It was the same yesterday, when he was attacked by [Aggregate] from the shadows with his tentacles, and a normal person would have been killed by the tentacles through the heart, but Lawrence dodged the deadliest blow and survived. And Bediwell also happened to be in a good mood to let Lawrence go, and this guy also escaped from the underground glass inverted pyramid without being harmed by the monster's uncontrolled attack on the entire research institute.

This guy is a survivor. In every sense of the word. Not only lucky, but this person's own reflexes and survival ability are better than others, and the combination of these conditions has led Lawrence to survive again and again from various dangers.

Whew――

While thinking like this, a cold wind suddenly blew in outside. As more rockfall was dug up, the crack in the stone leading to the blood source outside became larger, so the cold air outside also invaded, trying to compete with the heat of the flames here.

"Whoa, oh, oh—" Lawrence had just taken off his shirt from the heat and sweating, and was shivering again when the cold wind blew it. With a little remorse, he retrieved his clothes from the ground and put them on, sneezing.

"Stupid. Bediwell chuckled.

"Okay, I'm stupid. Lawrence honestly admitted, rubbing his nose with his dirty hands, intending to get the snot off his nose, but he didn't expect to stick all the dirty dirt on his hands, making the area near his nasolabial folds appear black, like a ridiculous beard. Bedivel snorted, but couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Uh-huh...... Because the stone had been removed a lot, and the force pressing on Solal had been reduced by half, the magic swordsman, who was still in a coma, snorted a few words at this time, and his consciousness regained a little.

"Solar!" Bediwell leaned over to look at the swordsman, "Aren't you dead yet, can you hear me?"

"Uh-huh-hmm...... It didn't work, and Soral could only let out a very muffled snort. It is not known if he was seriously injured or collapsed from exhaustion, or even because he had been lying here all night in the cold, and the demon swordsman had a rather severe fever and was delirious.

"Oh, I guess there's no help when I become like that. Lawrence on the side was still digging for falling rocks, but his mouth had more time to say cool words.

"His vitality is stronger than ordinary people, so he won't die so easily. Bedivel said with a little displeasure: "Alright, you don't have to dig over there, come and focus on clearing the rockfall next to Solal so that you can get him out." ＂

But one of the mercenaries objected: "This is not good, if you only dig one side and do not dig from the top down, the unstable structure will lead to a secondary collapse! At that time, not only him, but even us may be buried in the falling rock!"

"Yes. A drop of cold sweat broke out from the corner of Bediwell's forehead: "...... Good. Since you think you're better at it, dig at your pace. ＂

After all, this group of mercenaries, including Lawrence, should have dug up a lot of ancient tombs. In the case of Beddyville's knowledge of excavation, it is believed that the opinions of these "experts" are correct.

"Hold on a little longer, Soral. Bediwell then took off his shirt and draped it over the Demon Swordsman: "I'll get you out of here at once." ＂

"Uh-huh-mm-mm...... Of course, the only thing that responded to Bediwell was the muffled murmur of the magic swordsman Solal.

However......

"Babe...... ＂

"What......?" Bediwell thought he had misheard, and was stunned. It was originally just a whispered exclamation, but it shook out of Bediwell's throat and changed its flavor into a question.

"Bebedilov...... So, once again, the swordsman "replied", albeit unconsciously, "I'm sorry...... Always ...... I'm so sorry............ ＂

But it is precisely because of this unconscious state that the answer is the most shocking. Bediville was stunned, holding his breath, his eyes wide, trying to logically analyze everything that was happening in front of him.

But, it can't be!

No way!

How can it be?!

Bedeville's real name is known only to a few people in the world, and all of these people should be gone!

So, how, and where did Solar learn about Bedeville's real name?!

And to say "sorry" to Bediwell like this, there will be no more than two people in Bediwell's memory!

Solar is actually-!

No, how could it be so coincidental!

But if all this is really Kama's guidance, everything makes sense! The dead man was reborn, and in the same era, in the same world, as if there really was a guide of fate, once again, before Bediwell's eyes!

(He's back!He's back!)

(Is it to meet me again?)

"Uh, Boss?" Seeing that Bediwell was so excited, Lawrence came over and shook the werewolf youth, "Are you okay?"

"It's ...... Very good!" Bediwell, who was distraught, forced himself to calm down in front of his men and recovered from his stupor.

His conjectures were astonishing, but of course they were all just Bediwell's own whims, and there was no basis for facts. Maybe it's just that the person has the same name, and Soral happens to know another person named Bebedilov, and he just thinks of this person in this trance!

"Huh, Boss?" called Lawrence again.

"I said I'm fine, you don't have to worry, keep working. ＂

"No, boss, I mean this—" Lawrence then pointed to the depths of the crevice in the rock, motioning for Bediwell to look.

Bediwell reluctantly turned his head to see what was going on. This look frightened him a lot.

On the other side of the tunnel, which was gradually being dug up, a colder white frost came in. The hole opened by the collapse was enough for a normal person's arm to drill through, so Bediwell could clearly see the situation on the other side of the collapse from this hole.

But it's precisely because [you can see it] that it's scary.

Because, Bediville can clearly see who is on the other side of the collapse!

No, it should be said, there is a huge face in!

The ice-blue skin of that face was full of wrinkles, and the occasional sticking to a lot of cold ice slag could tell that the huge creature had been weathered, and those tiny wounds had been handed down from time immemorial, even older than most of the ancient kingdoms of the world!

The creature's eyes were even more peculiar, the sclera were black, and only the very center of the eye glowed with ice-blue. Those cold eyes are just as cold as the name suggests, and they are chilling to the bone!

Bediwell gasped. In addition to the physical cold, he was also mentally dominated by a deep cold!

The guy who had been secretly watching all their movements there was none other than the Jotun Giant who had attacked Bedeville and Solal before!!