Because it was difficult to pull me up under Mandela's interference, there was a stalemate for a while, Tomie yelled at me to "hold on", and then disappeared to the edge of the pit, and my body suddenly fell half a meter. I was apprehensive, but the ropes that held my body together were not completely loosened. When Tomie reappeared, she was holding a flamethrower made from a portable gas canister in one hand.

"I'll throw it down, you shoot it!" Tomie shouted from above.

After getting my response, Tomie threw the flamethrower down. I turned and leaned against the stone wall, my shotgun in my left hand aimed at the gas canister passing by. I watched nervously at the invisible trail it glided by, and the blood seemed to stop at this moment.

My index finger seemed to be out of my brain's grip, and I pulled the trigger just as the gas canister hit Mandela.

The sound of bullets hitting gas canisters is almost mixed with the sound of gunfire, like a fiery scene seen countless times in movies, and a deadly spark suddenly blooms under your feet. Mixed with a violent explosion, the scorching cloud of fire swelled in the blink of an eye.

The only difference was that the cloud of fire seemed to be suppressed by some invisible force, and instead of rising, it quickly spread around Mandela's body. None of the expected pieces of metal that flew in all directions hit my body, only a few hit the stone wall next to me, leaving palpitating holes.

Whether it's luck or something else, I don't have time to think about it. The tremendous force from under my feet tossed me up, and Tomie quickly retracted the rope and pulled me out of the pit.

I kept coughing, wondering if it was because of the excessive adrenaline secretion in my tract, and my body became heavy and my throat was dry.

Tomie pulled off my mask and shoved the gray stone into my mouth, just like I did to her last night.

Unlike what they saw at the bottom of the pit, the priest and Tryty did not leave. The circumstances were not clear, but now the priest was standing on the edge of the pit, his hands outstretched as if wrestling with something transparent, and he pressed down with all his might. Tridy was equally nervous with her gun at the bottom of the pit.

The reverberations of explosions and the roaring sound of fire filled my ears. There was a tense silence that seemed even tighter. It's like a taut string that can break at any time when you pluck it hard.

Mandela was injured in the violent explosion, and it slammed against the stone wall so hard that we felt like we were standing near the epicenter, almost untenable.

I don't know what Tomie did in the flamethrower, but according to ordinary judgment, the explosion of the gas tank should not have caused such much damage to Mandela.

After another ten seconds or so, the priest and Tridy turned and ran back.

"Get down, get down."

Behind them, the cloud of fire that had been tumbling suddenly lost its immobilized power, and erupted with an even more ferocious posture like a volcanic eruption.

Before Father Priest and Tridy were affected, Tomie and I pounced on them and pinned them down. The scorching heat scorched the outer layer of the suit in the blink of an eye, and before it burned completely, a whirlwind rose around us, placing us in the eye of calm.

"Wind ...... Priest, can you manipulate the wind? I shouted.

"No, it's air." The priest replied calmly.

It's really a powerful and handsome ability, which is enviable, and I can't help but look forward to my future when I think that I have the opportunity to get it.

The onslaught didn't last long, and the scorching waves of air soon dispersed along the path leading to the outside. When the turmoil weakened to the extent that we could bear it, we ran to the pit with our hands and feet to look down.

The surface of the huge dark green body is charred black, and it no longer feels like jelly, but looks like a hard cuticle.

Despite this, Mandela did not die. It retracts its tentacles and uses its wriggling to peel off the cuticles on the surface of its body, and the soft parts retract into the burrow in the stone wall at the bottom of the pit like a slug. It took only a few breaths to complete, and it was incredibly fast compared to its size.

Until it was confirmed that the C-class monster was no longer returning. We just looked at each other and looked at each other.

The priest and Tridy were, of course, gray-headed, and hardly a single piece of their skin was clean. Tomie and I looked just as embarrassed, and although I didn't suffer any damage, the protective suit with plastic film added to almost all parts couldn't resist the burning licking. After scorching, it becomes extremely depressed.

"It's so powerful, what have you done?"

"As before, add greystone powder. Add to that the priest's ability to control the air, and that's it. ”

"How much did you add?"

"The priest's share has been used up."

I thanked the priest gratefully and insisted on giving him back my share of the limestone. The priest couldn't resist it, and took it with a serious expression on his face.

"Did you misunderstand something?"

"Probably not." I said categorically, "Even if you didn't save me for some purpose, Father, I did accept your life-saving grace. If you can't repay one or two, you won't be able to go. You're not going to embarrass me, are you? Besides, this gray stone should also be counted on me. ”

The priest stared at me for a few moments as if he wanted to discern whether I was telling a lie or not. I'm in for sure. After that, Tomie gave me half of his gray stone.

I was puzzled by the lethality of Greystone in these battles. Is it the Greystone itself that causes damage to these monsters, or is it that Greystone mixes with other substances and produces some kind of reaction, and the product of the reaction causes damage to the monsters?

"If you throw the gray stone directly into the monster's mouth, it will have no effect." "It only works by mixing greystone with other substances," the priest explains. I think it's a medium, an introduction to supernatural powers. ”

Although his argument contains some scientific terms, it is generally theological. It's like a weapon embedded in gray stone, and it becomes a holy weapon such as bathing in holy light, so it can fight monsters like vampires.

After all, it's a priest.

After resting for a while, and when the residual heat on the stone wall had subsided to a level that our skin could bear, we rowed to the bottom of the pit as planned.

Tomie and I were both well prepared, and one rope could not hang directly to the bottom of the pit, so we would nail the other rope to the stone wall halfway down.

The burned stone walls became hard and brittle, and it was not easy to find the right fixing point. From time to time, the stones on the feet will also break, the body will lose its support point, and hang empty on the rope, and the blackened stone wall and the lonely sound of the stone rolling down will create a huge pressure on the nerves. ,

Memories of the previous fall revived in my brain, and although I didn't think I would be frightened afterwards, my body did tremble invisibly, and I didn't accept the thought.

I can't help but remember when I was a child, I fell from a tree and broke my arm, but when I was in a plaster, I still followed my partner's footsteps and climbed the wall, and I didn't feel afraid to climb trees after I recovered from my injury.

When I was a child, I didn't seem to resist because of common sense, and the instinct of resistance awakened as the body grows up, just like it has been sleeping in cells. I have not had a fear of heights since I was a child, but one day when I was in my second year of junior high school, I stood on the railing of the stairs and looked down, and the height of a five-story building suddenly made me feel unexpectedly dizzy.

Now I fully feel that fear is not non-existent, but hidden behind my courage and blood. Fear is not just an emotion, it's also an instinct. When the mood cools down, it will show its fangs like a poisonous snake.

I think I'm calm thinking about these questions that most people don't think about. Moments later, Tomie was the first to reach the bottom below me. Indignant at the uncontrollable tremors of my body, and with a childish desire to compete with myself, I jumped down two meters away with my hands out, as if to prove something. But when Tomie caught it with his open hands, his feet felt like he was stepping on a cotton ball.

"What are you thinking?" Tomie exuded a slight reproach.

I was a little embarrassed and made an excuse.

"I'm doing a trust test."

"What's that?"

"The firefighter didn't have to fall behind and let his companion catch it...... Exercises like that? ”

"Oh, then I've got you." Tomie smiled smugly.

yes, you caught me.