When the soul from another dimension stood up with the help of Mr. Du's body, Sam Williams's body collapsed into flames. The fifty square meters of ground, walls, and ceilings opposite him were burned into a huge red-hot hollow, and the incision was slowly emitting green smoke, and the guardian knight Belenko had disappeared without a trace, and the moon halo mandala had only bloomed for a short second, and even the diamonds could not survive the overwhelming purple dark fire.

Jeffta, the fallen Darkfire Mage, was gone, and Sam felt like he had a long, long dream, and the resonant voice of another soul remained in his nerve center, and with every thought he turned, two personalities were giving commands. At this time, the sequelae of the "third type of arrival" appeared, the tentacles of the biochip began to atrophy and decay in the American body, and the nerve electrical signals beyond the limit strength acted on the human body through the chip, creating the illusion of perfect synchronization rate in a short time, but the stress response of the immune organs had already begun, and millions of white blood cells found the traces of the invaders and launched a tragic attack on the allogeneic cells. It was a battle without a winner, with the death of the biochip, the immune system was also causing great damage to the body's organs, Sam's mouth, nose, ears and eyes were overflowing with blood at the same time, his face was sallow from the acute failure of his internal organs, he groaned and crawled on the floor with difficulty, in a reddened vision, in front of him was a huge pit caused by the moon halo mandala, behind him was the closing flames, the door of escape was closed, and only a slow, painful death awaited him.

"My Mustang car, my V8 engine, my single overhead camshaft ......" he staggered and crawled coughing up blood, making an unconscious moan: "And my Dodge Viper, my Chevrolet Corvette...... They are liars, liars, there is no eternal Pure Land, everything is reversed, it is reversed......"

"Brother......

Sam's left hand reached forward, clutching the dark green pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses. The flames ignited his hair, causing reflex twitching of his muscles, and the loud sound of "bang, bang, bang!" reverberated through the fire, and it was the 3D-printed revolver "Miss Bellucci" that the Americans used to fire automatically due to the high volume, like a mournful death knell for the owner's ears.

It was a rather bizarre journey for Gefta, the events of the Atlas were like a dream, and when the soul returned to his shell, he felt no loss of mental power, as if he had never unleashed the Dark Fire magic in another dimension. "Is this the end of it?listener?" he shouted to the sky with his hands raised, and the listener's voice did not sound again, "...... I don't understand the situation at all, it's really ......," he muttered, and Jeffta got up and walked out of the room, his steps swaying from the strong tremors.

The Fallen Darkfire Mage was on the lower port side of the submarine ship St. Jonah, and he walked twenty yards down the dirty, rusty passageway, pushed open a door on the left-hand side, and said to the men in the room, "Hey, we're under attack, I'm going to go up there and see what's going on, are you going?"

"Excuse me. Looking at this stupid pig, I can't go anywhere. A strong, bald man shrugged. There was a mountain of flesh lying on the bed next to him, and upon closer inspection, it was a man, an amazingly fat woman. The man was blind in one eye, had his tongue cut off, and had only one ear left, and lay there panting heavily, looking badly ill.

"Don't say that, Miss Ross Ross is the most important listener spokesperson, and it is important to get her back to form as soon as possible. Jeffta said, "Aren't you going up, at least someone has to be with me." ...... What about you, Mr. Advisor, do you want to go to the upper floor to breathe?" he asked, turning around.

A man in a top hat, a green cloak over a linen shirt, and long gray-white hair stood in the corner, his right hand resting on the hilt of the light sword at his waist and his left hand in his pocket, looking relaxed and guarded. "I don't understand, Jeffta. He said in the very standard lingua franca of the Western Continent, "If you want to protect him, why can't you show your face and hide under the ship like a mouse in the gutter?"

Jeffta seemed a little jealous of this man, and immediately replied, "Because the Silver Spirit forbids us to appear in front of the candidates." He said that he had received instructions from his listeners that there were traitors among the ghosts, and that a group of fellows called 'betrayers' had infiltrated the ranks of the ghost's left hand, and that until the traitors were identified, we had to keep each other in check, and no one was allowed to act alone or contact the candidates without permission. Mr. Consultant. ”

The man in the top hat raised his head slightly, and a pair of sharp eyes appeared under the gray curls: "But I need to see him." Pamela's traces can only be found through Jonah. I agreed to join the Ghost Order not because of the Silver Spirit or the deceptive high ideals, but because it was easier to get closer to the astrologer, you know that, Jeffta. ”

"Of course, Mr. W. The Darkfire Mage couldn't help but take a step back, "As soon as Rose Rose wakes up and communicates the instructions of the listener, we will be able to tell who the traitor is, and then you will be able to meet Jonah, who is also an old acquaintance of mine, and he should call me 'uncle' when he meets." ...... Can you accompany me on this trip? As I said earlier, no one can go alone, you have to find a companion. ”

Mr. W, the down-and-out aristocrat of the Northern Elves, the father of the half-elf Sibby, and the king of the night of Cherry, put on his top hat and nodded gracefully. Then another violent tremor came, and all the people in the room staggered, and Mr. W's cowhide boots stuck to the floor like nails, "It seems that we don't have to go up." He suddenly pulled out his light sword with a choking sound, and pointed to the north with the swaying tip of the sword: "The submarine ship has been breached, and an enemy has attacked." ”

Gefta grabbed his staff and said, "Leave two men to protect Rose Ross and the others to fight them!"

"I don't like fighting. "It's a good way to pass the time." The Twelve Lords have fallen apart, the damn seal has been loosened, and now I can protect you in front of anyone, Pamela......"

"Boom!"

It was the strongest shock since the attack, and Jonah sat down on his bottom, where Jerkon had no intention of reaching out to help him, but staring into the distance. A pink-hated dwarf hurriedly pushed open the door and ran into the conference room, screaming, "Lord Jonah, we are being attacked from two directions! The enemy is tunneling from the lower left and starboard sides of the bow at the same time, and now the hull of the 'St. Jonah' has been breached!

"Where's the bridge??," Jonah said, dizzily, "Oh, take me there!, come with me, Jekong, maybe we can help!" He ran out the door after the pink-hated dwarf, and Jekon Moran moved after him.

As soon as he exited the conference room door, Jonah nearly tripped over a myriad of pink-hat dwarves running around in a haphazard manner, screaming in a haphazard manner, and everyone as they passed by Jona snapped their mid-finger salute before jumping up and running with a shout. The astrologer had to hook his staff around the belt of the leading dwarf in case he lost him in the sea of pink hats, "This way, this way, Captain!" the dwarf ran so fast on his little short legs that Jonah followed suit, but Jekon still walked indifferently, but all the Floreans circled around him five yards away, making the southerners like a great shark swimming among the fish.

After turning two corners and climbing up a long, creaking ladder that was clearly improvised and creaking, several people came to the bridge of the submarine. Located on the top of starboard, the roof is hemispherical and spacious, with magic gas lamps illuminating the rudder, navigation panel, and captain's seat, which is empty, surrounded by a dozen dwarves, and a jonah appears and exclaims in surprise: "The captain is here!

The dwarf leading the way screamed naked and ran past, and Jonah looked down to see that the crook of his staff had scratched off the old man's robes. However, the Flores didn't care at all, the elder with the longest beard patted the dwarf on the shoulder to show encouragement, and then ran over to salute, "Captain, give instructions quickly, what should we do?"

The astrologer was anxious and confused: "I don't know, at least tell me the basic situation, where are we, what is the state of the submarine, what is the enemy?"

The elder turned around and clapped his hands, and the two dwarves jumped up and grabbed a handle and pulled it down hard, "Crunch...... Boom ......" The noise of steam machinery rang out, and in the center of the room hung an ellipsoidal metal model the size of a bathtub, very finely made, with white smoke billowing from everywhere. The elder took out a small stick and stood on tiptoe and explained: "My lord, this is the model of the 'St. Jonah', the submarine is oval-shaped, and the whole is built on the body of a mutated sandworm, you can imagine the submarine as a chicken leg, the sandworm is the chicken leg bone, and the other parts are the meat on the chicken leg. Since it has been parked for hundreds of years, the sandeater has starved into a stick, and we have barely regained its vitality a little, and the submarine can move slowly, but now it is only advancing at a speed of 200 yards a day! We are 100 yards underground, and the enemy is tunneling down, and the speed is too slow to get rid of them!"