Chapter 2073: Ash Annihilation at Dawn (5)

As soon as Beddiwell walked in the door, the door behind him closed with a bang, as if to prevent anyone other than the captain from accidentally entering------ such as Logan------ with him.

Although many of the facilities inside the sand ship were a mystery, and Bediwell hadn't fully explored them, this was the first time that Eve had been so careful to prevent others from entering the room. Isn't there some big, unspeakable secret in this room?

And what the hell is going on, it's been dozens of seconds since Bediville entered this room, and it's still pitch black all around. The werewolf youth thought that Eve would light up the room when he came in, but he had miscalculated.

"Eve?" Bediwell exchanged, "What are you doing? Can you hear me? Turn on the lights for me!"

No response. I don't know if Eve couldn't hear or if she deliberately didn't respond. However, considering that this room may be hiding some highly secret, it is not impossible that the interior of the room belongs to an area that Eve cannot interfere with or monitor.

But it's really dark. The room was completely dark, with no fingers visible. Bediwell walks in this kind of place, for fear of bumping into something, it is better to find a way to light it first.

He pulled out the tungsten tongue whip from his waist and instantly energized the whip, turning the tungsten tongue whip into an electrostatic protective ring. This ring is usually used as an automatic defense against the attacks of flying props, but when it is powered on, it also emits a faint glow, a pale golden yellow light that illuminates Bedeville's path in the dark.

Then he saw the outline of the room a little. It should be said that the room was larger than he had imagined, and the shape was more peculiar, and the walls on either side of his body were about three yards away from him, and the walls stretched out into the distance, as if they were a corridor. At the end of that extremely deep dark corridor, there seemed to be an even larger room.

Bediwell couldn't help but feel a hairy feeling in his heart. He scoffed at things like demons and ghosts, but it was a dark and empty room, as if it were a different space of unknown origin in his sand boat. Walking around in such a ghost place, even the sound of your own footsteps is particularly scary.

The light from the electrostatic protective ring of the tungsten turtle tongue whip couldn't illuminate too far, and what was at the end of that dark corridor was impossible for him to see until he approached. But he had an extremely bad premonition, as if he walked into that dark corridor, he would be sucked and swallowed by it.

------Bang

Just as the werewolf youth was hesitating, a series of slight but continuous sounds sounded not far away, sounding like the sound of some kind of small animal running on all fours, and a bit like the sound of a series of water droplets falling on the rocky ground. A series of sudden noises rang out from this dark environment, which made Bediwell, who was already trembling, even more afraid.

Despite his fear, the werewolf youth did not flinch. He had not forgotten the purpose of his coming to such a place. The one to find is the little golem that has escaped. Regardless of whether or not its core was made by a child's soul, it was always inappropriate to let the escaped golem run around Bediwell's ship, so it would be safe for Bedivel to be caught quickly.

The cluttering sound was just right for Bedeville's imagination of the small golem. Its form is probably some kind of small creature------ Logan just crudely made the body of a golem and put the core in it, and did not have the time and energy to make it big.

"There!" the werewolf youth listened to the argument, and instantly lifted the electrostatic protective ring of the tungsten tortoise tongue whip, allowing the whip to stretch straight out. And the power of the whip began to concentrate on the luna steel dagger at the end of the whip, and the dagger's light illuminated the surroundings even brighter, capturing the true face of the little thing that made a noise in the darkness in an instant.

Sure enough, it was the golem that had escaped. And this shape.... It should be a crab...... Right?

Old man Logan's technique of making golems is really rough enough, and the so-called crab golem is actually a golem body constructed from some metal brackets, crude cut wood blocks, and a few wooden shells. Despite this, it has the shape of a crab, with four three-articulation wooden crab legs and two wooden crab claws that are so crudely made that they can barely hold things. The wooden crab is about the size of a palm, but it can move flexibly, so it's no wonder that it can crawl into a vent that even a cat can't get into.

Perhaps it was because it had been in the dark for a long time, or perhaps it was because it had seen the light, and the little crab golem was curious to come over to look at it, and at the same time brandished its blunt and rough crab claws to watch and demonstrate, as if to warn Bediwell not to come closer.

The werewolf youth frowned, not knowing what to do for a while. He wanted to go over and grab the little crab immediately, but he was afraid that the movement would be too big and the little thing would be irritated, and it would have to escape again. You know, it's not easy to catch a small thing the size of a palm in the middle of the darkness. Separate ways to distract it had to be thought of before Bediwell had a chance.

By the way, didn't Old Man Logan say that he had unlocked the emotional limitations of this golem's core. So it's no longer a golem that only obeys orders, it should be able to understand human speech and interact with others, right?

"Don't be nervous------ "I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to take you out of this dark place and take you back. ＂

Rustle. The little thing must have had no vocal organs, and was therefore speechless, and it flinched a half-step from hearing Bedeville speak, and let out a frightened rustle.

"Don't be afraid. The werewolf youth then said, "After I take you back, the old mage will make you a body that is more convenient for you to move." Then you're free. No one will hurt you, and no one will continue to force you to do something you don't want to do. So, come over to me first, okay?"

Rustle. Rustle. The little crab golem was still regressing, not believing Bedeville. Maybe it didn't understand human speech at all, or maybe it didn't have the organs to hear voices in the first place, and it just guessed what the werewolf youth was saying by the shape of Bediwell's mouth. Or perhaps, it didn't even see clearly, for most of Bediwell's body was now hidden in the darkness, only the front face was illuminated by the faint light of the tungsten tortoise's tongue whip.

Bediwell tried to take a step forward, and the crab golem raised its pincers in protest at the werewolf youth, slowly backing away. There was no progress at all in the dialogue, and there was even a sense of regression.

What a hassle. The werewolf youth thought for a moment. Why don't you just raid in an instant and use the effect of the acceleration potion to catch the little thing? That seems more feasible, and while Bediwell doesn't want to be rough with the little thing (it may be a child's soul at its core), he has no other choice but to save trouble.

The werewolf young man, who had made up his mind in this way, continued to repeat the words, trying to distract the little thing: "Actually, you really don't need to be so afraid of me. I'm not going to do anything to you. What's more, you're already a golem, and you've lost even your original body, so how can it get worse?"

Hissing------ not knowing whether it understood Bediwell's persuasion or if it was purely demonstrating, the little crab raised its pincers and stood up with its other little feet, its belly baring forward. On the rudimentary metal cover, a metal sphere is inlaid with the core of the golem.

Seeing that his nagging seemed to work, Bediwell continued to speak, distracting the other party: "What's the use of fighting me, what's the use of running away from me? This is my sand boat, where can you flee to, where can you hide? Are you planning to hide in the dark for ------the rest of your life?!"

With a whoosh, the werewolf youth tapped the silver bracelet on his arm, and the time potion was injected into the veins of his arm. The drug took effect instantly, causing him to feel time accelerate in that instant, and the time of the entire world seemed to slow down in front of him. Although his body could not be accelerated in any physical nature, his mind was already spinning rapidly, and he saw the movement of the little crab golem, rushed towards it, and grabbed it with one hand!

Although the little crab was momentarily distracted by the fatigue bombardment of the werewolf youth, it was alarmed, and when it saw Bediwell rushing towards it, it immediately jumped backwards, trying to hide in the shadows so that its opponent could not catch it. However, the glowing whip had teleported, moving like a tentacle, emerging from behind it, intercepting the retreat of the little crab golem!

"Got you!" the werewolf youth pressed one hand on the crab's upper shell.

Seeing that it had been held down by the other party, the little thing fought even more fiercely, and four small legs made of wood flew and tried to slip away from Bediwell's grasp. Its pincers also waved wildly, slapping on the werewolf youth's arms, trying to force Bediwell to flinch through the stimulation of pain!

But it was just a crudely made little thing, a makeshift golem body. Although it did not immediately fall apart in the midst of the fierce struggle, Beddiville could clearly see that the golem's hands and feet were stretched to the limit in the fierce swinging and movement, shining with a faint but visible electric light. Bediwell was a little afraid that the thing would explode or something, so he couldn't wait to grab it all with one hand, thinking that it would not be able to struggle with all four legs off the ground, and would not be overloaded by overactivity.

However, this was a very wrong action------ not a mistake in a normal person's words, but Bediwell was a werewolf, and he had wolf hair on his arm. The little crab waved its pliers and slapped it indiscriminately, just clamping the wolf hair on Bediwell's arm, and then ripped a handful of hair from his arm! This "attack" hurt Bediwell's tears!

The moment he let go, the little thing immediately crawled along Bedwell's arm, pounced on Bedeville's face, and waved his double pincers to grab it!

"Wow, a However, at this time, the little golem's limbs were also used to the limit, and when it was thrown out, its two legs and a crab claw also flew out. The little golem fell to the ground with a snap, and fell to the ground.

"Tsk------" Bediwell had several handfuls of hair scratched off his face, and he smacked his lips in pain. After he recovered his breath, he had time to take care of the little crab golem with broken limbs that fell to the ground, the hands and feet used by the thing to move were basically torn off, and now he couldn't get up with his stomach facing the sky, so he shouldn't be able to escape.

"Game over. Bediwell said a little angrily: "Look at me tearing off the rest of your hands and feet, and then take you naughty back!"

However, at this moment, the ground where the little crab was located began to glow.

It was, like ripples, one circle after another of light spreading outward. It was in this dark room that rippled.

Then, one of the artifacts on Bediwell's arm, the golden armband [the sun god's sun wheel], also began to react with the rippling light emitted from the room, and it also glowed with a golden light as the sun!

As if called by some kind of attraction, [the sun god's sun wheel] flew out of Bediwell's arm, and in an instant flew into the end of this dark room, into a much larger room. Then the golden light gradually transformed into a brilliant brilliance of seven colors, and this light sprinkled randomly on every corner of the dark room, and interacted with the countless mirror-like devices inside the vaulted room, projecting tens of thousands of images on the walls of the originally dark room.

The people and things in the world, everything that happened in the past and present, are all flashed in these pictures. The amount of information is too large for anyone to handle, but this huge amount of information is real!

Isn't the thousand images reflected in this room exactly the same as [that room] that Beddiville had seen before, but a hundredfold smaller in size?!

At this moment, Bedivel had an epiphany: [The Sun God's Sun Wheel] has always been connected to the [Reflection Orb] in the Menes Tomb, it is not just a key, it is a [door], a portal that transmits the light of the Reflection Jewel to any corner of the world! In the same way, with the right equipment, the seven-colored light of the Reflection Orb that overflows from the Sun Wheel can be restored to a recognizable image with the naked eye an infinite number of times!

The wonderful little black room of the [Aurora" is the [Monitoring Room] used to receive the light of the Reflection Orb and restore them to the picture. This is probably the setting set up by the ancient gods and men for their own convenience!

------ other words, by accident, Bediwell had already "moved" the Yingqi Orb to his ship!