Wait for dusk.

In silence, the three people in the front cab looked at each other and frowned.

Through the window, he could see the decadent scene of the dilapidated station outside, and the sunlight falling from the cracks in the canopy.

It is not clear whether the sunlight here is a natural phenomenon or a reflection of the present in the abyss, or some terrible miracle or calamity.

But generally, this should be the time when the midday sun is at its highest.

If there is a day-night cycle here, dusk will probably be quite a long time away. But the question is – why wait for dusk?

And, why is there no one in the built station?

After pondering for a long time, Andrea suddenly asked, "Is there a response to our signal?"

"There's too much clutter, and the attenuation of essentia here is too fast for conventional communication methods to use. Moreover, the branch has been in a state of communication silence for a long time, and may not respond to us. ”

"We can only wait," Raymond said. ”

In other words, after leaving the Ivory Tower, their support team went to Hell, but they mysteriously lost contact with the Sorting House codenamed Iron Crystal.

It seems that I used to go far away, but when I arrived at the place, I found that the door was closed, and I couldn't live in the guest house with a letter of introduction.

I can't reach anyone if I want to make a phone call.

You can only feel the strange gaze around you on the empty street, and then you realize that you don't know anything about the local area.

"Could it be that something went wrong with the Iron Crystal Seat?"

Huai Shi estimated the extent of dust and decay outside the window, and felt that there was no one to manage it for at least a month or two, and she couldn't help but be vigilant.

The worst-case plan may be that the Iron Crystal will be fine before they go out, and the Iron Crystal will be gone when they get to the place......

But for such a big thing, the school will not let them continue to jump into the pit.

Even if Russell was crazy and wanted to arrange a way for Huai Shi to die, he would not be able to tie so many people on his back. Instead of this, he was willing to believe that they had encountered an unknown undercurrent when they were diving, and they had accidentally crossed time and came several years later.

In hell, anything possible and impossible can happen.

It's just a matter of chance.

After silently recalling the abyss survival manual that Lucien gave him, Huai Shi was still at a loss - in many cases, no matter how many ways to deal with it, it was useless, and when faced with the current situation, he always had to make a decision.

Otherwise, you can only sit still and wait for death.

I don't know if I'm waiting here, a kun came from the sky, and I opened my mouth to gnaw the station.

And that's just the easiest way to die.

In a strange hell full of unknowns, no one knows if their actions will bring deeper trouble.

Sometimes you can only choose the lesser of two evils, and try to drink as little as possible when you are dying of thirst.

"Close the compartment, put up the overhead armor, and give priority to maintaining the operation of the depth balancer. ”

Andrea, the leader of the group, raised her head and made her decision first: "I remember Raymond, you brought your car with you?"

"Support vehicles, hell also needs drivers. Raymond pinched his cigarette and asked, "Do you want the students to go up?" The equipment is stuffed inside, and it will be a little crowded. ”

"It's bigger than a coffin, you don't have to worry so much, just do it. Andrea said: "Staying outside, it may not be too much to help when it is critical." ”

"Are we going to wait?"

Huai Shi asked, taking one last look at the stele: "Is it possible that the Ivy League is a trick?" or ...... We're in the wrong place?"

"Abyssal stealth requires the dual guidance and identification of the lighthouse of the present realm and the destination beacon, and the Ivy League may be able to interfere with the operation of the lighthouse, but before making up its mind to be sent to the Yellow Pages by the Astronomical Society, it will definitely not dare to make any moves in such a critical place. Moreover, with their technical ability, they want to crack and imitate the beacon of the Ivory Tower...... It's 300 years early. ”

Andrea took one last look at the stele and told him: "There is nothing wrong with the stele being the handwriting of the Great Grandmaster, if it weren't for him, I'm afraid that the stele and the surrounding signs would not have survived, don't worry about the authenticity."

Before we go to hell, we have already signaled our arrival from the outside. As a volunteer who does not know the specific situation, it is better to follow the instructions of the Grand Master. ”

Grand Master, the highest honor awarded by the Stone Cauldron Society after alchemy reached its peak.

However, generally speaking, after reaching such a level, it is still two to say whether the Bird Stone Cama Society will be learned. It's as if the Creators never cared about the awards that scholars would have red eyes when they saw them.

No one cares about the trivial compliments.

And now there are only eleven great masters in the world, and there is only one in the Ivory Tower. That is Mikhail Ivanovich Zaitsev, the firesmith who led the construction of the world's largest Border Crystal Furnace thirty-one years ago, the supreme person in charge of this hell division, and the direct owner and builder of the Iron Crystal Seat.

In the catalog of border relics, there are more than 400 alchemy recipes that are derived from his theories and inspirations, and the "Review of the Melting and Quenching of Crystalline Substances", which is unavoidable by all essentiological research today, came from his hands. And this thing was just a random draft he wrote when he was twenty-nine years old, waiting for his ex-wife to put on makeup......

Now Huaishi's alchemy has not even been able to enter the field of research of other people forty years ago.

Such a giant asked them to wait here, then they had to wait.

Wait until the sky falls apart.

I have to say that although the situation is so strange and complicated now, after hearing the name of the great grandmaster from Andrea's mouth, Huai Shi is still relieved.

It's equivalent to a lifeless horror game that directly found the Raiders.

Don't get out of the car, pull down the curtains, keep the indoor temperature up, keep the lights on.

And then...... Wait for dusk.

Soon, layers of armor emerged from above the body with a muffled sound, overlapping and expanding, directly enveloping the entire train in it, like an iron turtle.

The slender train shrunk by almost a third of its length.

All the students complied with the instructions and went to the warehouse and into Raymond's car.

Armor insulates the inside and outside, adding another layer of protection to Raymond's truck, while the depth balancer maintains the depth inside the car against the erosion of the abyss.

Under the protection of the triple nesting doll, Huai Shi and the three leaders of the team will never have an accident before they die.

The next step is to be patient.

They sat in front of the monitors, staring out at the decaying station. Although he had the hint of the Great Grandmaster, his heart was inevitably heavy, and he didn't dare to relax in the slightest, let alone chat.

But the more she waited, the more Huai Shi felt...... Wrong.

Time.

He lowered his head and pulled out his phone to look at the time on it. If he remembered correctly, it had been five hours since they arrived.

And the sunlight outside, there has been no change.

Not even the slightest attenuation.

He was stunned for a moment, and realized in his heart that there was definitely something wrong with the day and night in this place...... I'm afraid that there is no way to apply the 24-hour system here, and it is possible to make the existence of polar day and polar night.

Up to three or four months of daytime and up to half a year of night.

There are only a few days left for dusk.

Just as he looked up and was about to speak, his body suddenly stiffened in place, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, unable to move, only a surging premonition of death rising from his spine and freezing him.

In the surveillance monitor directly opposite him, at some point, a dull face has emerged.

It looks like a bloated face after drowning, without any features or expressions.

Only a right eye, which is so large that it is almost abnormal, occupies a third of the space on the face. Droplets of water dripped down the hair that was sticking to the forehead.

It's like seeing a poem behind a monitor.

Through the camera and the monitor, I looked straight at it. The pupils of the eyes, which had no radiance, gradually reflected the face of Huai Shi.

It sees itself.

In the silence, Huai Shi looked back calmly.

In his hands, sharp steel crystals multiplied rapidly, rubbing against each other, bursting with sparks, and a low, sharp voice that bordered on roaring sounded.

In the gaze of that one eye, Huai Shi pressed the sword and did not move. But the muscles under the skin rippled slightly like flowing water.

It was as if a bowstring was gradually tightened.

A tingling and cracking pain appeared on his face, stared at by that eye, and as the skin peeled off inch by inch, the muscles below seemed to come to life, detached from the Achilles tendon, and slowly danced, caressing his cheeks.

The chill is approaching inch by inch.

Huai Shi held her breath.

The hand holding the sword crumbled.

In the silence like death, his eyes didn't blink again, and the sword of virtue roared angrily, but it couldn't stop the dead gray from spreading from Huaishi's skin

A cold sensation welled up from his lungs, as if he had been thrown into a frozen river, and a viscous liquid containing crushed ice and blood flowed out of his mouth and nose.

On the display, the dull face lifted slightly, and the corners of the mouth slowly hooked up a stiff arc.

It's like smiling.

It was at that moment that a blazing light burst out of thin air from the cramped cockpit.

It was as if the scorching sun had fallen on this place.

Huai Shi burst out, moved forward, and took a step.

In the emaciated shell, the silent Shao Si Ming Holy Stigma suddenly shook, and the miracle of calamity from the abyss unfolded in the vast rushing essentia.

After a long period of savings, the blade roared, and thunder erupted from the tremors. Above the sharp blade, a fierce light appeared that could not be seen directly.

The dead silence was shattered by the heart-pounding low note.

Under the transcription of the performance, the prologue of the Fifth Symphony was opened.

It was like a sudden knock on the door in the middle of the long night.

It's fate, fate knocking on the door.

With the wave of Huaishi's arm, the voice of fate burst out here.

The blazing light, in a flash!