The tribesmen did not hesitate, they turned around one after another, and ran desperately towards the entrance to the crypt.

The children wept and were held tightly in the arms of the adults, while the older tribesmen leaned on the shoulders of the young ones and struggled to move their steps.

In the face of this sudden disaster, the people of the tribe seemed incomparably small, and their banter and self-confidence instantly turned into a powerless struggle.

At the entrance to the crypt, the people of the tribe poured in one by one, and their figures disappeared into the darkness.

At this stage, the interior of the crypt is relatively safe, at least temporarily avoiding the dust and toxins outside.

The elder sat in a corner of the crypt, his eyes full of worry and puzzlement.

He didn't understand why outsiders had taken such extreme measures, didn't they know that the power of the altar could not be buried?

"They. Did they really think that this would stop the power of the altar? ”

The elder muttered to himself, a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Maybe they're just making a last-ditch struggle."

A young clansman replied, with unease in his eyes, but more fear of the unknown.

The outside world continues its hustle and bustle, and helicopters are still delivering supplies.

No one could have predicted what the consequences of this operation would be.

Everyone looked at the patriarch who had been closing his eyes all along, that is, the old woman who Wang Ju and the others visited at the beginning.

She was on crutches and seemed indifferent to everything in the outside world.

"This concentration is worthy of the patriarch!"

"Our patriarch is so calm, it seems that what these outsiders are doing is everything expected by the patriarch."

"What do you think? Our patriarchs are wise elders! ”

Just as the clansmen were boasting about their leader, they were interrupted by a slow, rhythmic, but very abrupt snoring.

Belch.

Following their gaze, everyone saw the face of the patriarch who had already flowed out of Harazi.

Ahh

"Ahem, our leader has been working too hard lately, so. So it's normal to be sleepy! ”

Well, they admit, drowsiness is normal.

But if Nima's men don't wake up, they'll be buried alive!

The Nika tribe huddled in the depths of the crypt, they waited silently, waiting for the storm outside to pass, for the altar to show its power again.

Wang Ju stood in the temporary command center, his brow furrowed, his gaze piercing through the glass window, looking at the dusty altar in the distance.

His voice was radioed and asked.

"How's it going? Have you been resisted by those 'weird' forces before? ”

An answer from the man below came over the radio.

"So far, it's going well, Wang. We have done most of the burial work, the main body of the altar is gone, and as for the 'weird' forces, there has been no interference yet. ”

Wang Ju nodded slightly, a hint of relaxation flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by seriousness.

"Okay, but we can't take it lightly. Keep on your guard, I don't want to miss anything. ”

"Understood, we will continue to be on the highest alert."

The voice on the radio is firm and powerful.

Wang Ju turned to face the team behind him, his voice calm and resolute.

"Just in case, we can't let any possibility go through the cracks, and on the outside of the lead block, I ask for it to be poured with molten steel again! Make sure that those 'weird' forces can't escape. ”

The team members nodded their heads, knowing that this battle was unlike any other in the traditional sense, and that they were facing unknown and unimaginable forces.

At the King's command, the helicopters took off again, this time carrying huge containers filled with boiling molten steel.

At the commanding officer's command, hot molten steel poured down like a waterfall, covering the already laid lead.

The heat was rising, and the molten steel drew dazzling silver lines in the air and landed on the mound, making a hissing sound of steam.

All this is carried out under the vigilant gaze of countless surveillance devices and humans.

Wang Ju stared at the monitoring screen, his heart beating involuntarily.

He knew that if all this did not stop those forces, then humanity would have to face even more terrible truths.

But now, all they can do is do whatever it takes to try to seal this unknown threat away.

The roar of helicopters, the gushing of molten steel, and the sound of reports on the radio formed the main theme of the day of Blue Star.

And behind all this, there is the fear of the unknown and the desire to survive.

We also want to step on horses!!

The people of the Nika tribe are all hot at this time!

Looking at the huge "Flaming Mountain" not far away, the people of the Nika tribe, both men and women, had already taken off their shirts, and everyone was naked and honest with each other.

Of course, the people of the Nika tribe had a piece of animal skin on their bodies.

This belongs to the tropical forest, there is no winter, and when it feels cold, they just light a campfire to keep warm.

"Wori!"

The sleeping old lady also woke up after saying the quintessence of the country.

"Good Nima's heat!"

"Patriarch, you're awake, those outsiders are planning to physically bury our altar!"

Burial of the altar?

The old lady rubbed her presbyopia and walked to the entrance of the crypt with crutches.

Before I could look up, I felt a heat wave coming towards me.

She also had the idea of taking off the animal skin in an instant, but thinking that she was the patriarch, she must be a little reserved, so she endured it.

When I looked up, I saw that the altar not far away was already billowing smoke.

Fortunately, the molten steel cools quickly, otherwise this forest is estimated to be burned.

Still, some molten steel, which had not had time to solidify, spread around the altar.

Looking at this trend, it is only a matter of time before it flows near the crypt.

There is nothing they can do about this, but they can only pray to the 'gods' that the molten iron will not flow above their heads.

But how could God hear the "ants'" cries for help?

So the Nika tribe surrendered.

Seeing that the molten iron was about to be poured into their homes, they held white animal skins one by one, standing on the higher places of the tribe and waving them.

This is not to say that they know that "raising the white flag" means surrender.

It's because the helicopter is so tall that if you make an inconspicuous color like red or yellow, you are likely to ignore it.

Thankfully, they were eventually discovered.

In the interrogation room, Wang Ju looked at the old lady in front of him with a smile.

Of course, the translator Xiaoqian is naturally also responsible for translating to each other.

"Can't you hide before? Where are you hiding? ”

The old lady told the truth, saying that just below their tribe, there was a large crypt.

(End of chapter)