Chapter 117 The true use of the sharp blade ladder

Chapter 117 The true use of the sharp blade ladder

Watson moved his steps again and looked from another direction. The river in the painting on top began to change into another posture. Mysterious runes seemed to be hidden in the gurgling water.

He felt that there seemed to be some unknown secret history hidden in this ever-changing river in the painting... However, the imitation of the river in the painting was only an imitation after all. This is a poor forgery from mortals in the waking world, and does not possess the supernatural power of Mansu.

Watson's feeling was just a feeling, and no mysterious and mysterious scriptures of secret history arose in his mind.

He couldn't help but guess that perhaps only when he passed through the Stag Gate of Mansu and saw the real river in the painting, could he obtain a higher level and deeper secret history from the shining mottled colors of the water!

At that time, he might also be able to get a glimpse of the scales hidden under the surface of the world.

However, the river in the painting above my head at this moment is just a beautiful mural.

Behind this beauty is nothingness - viewing this beautiful mural will neither allow Watson to gain power beyond the ordinary, nor can he know the deeper secrets of Mansu. After all, it is just a useless and illusory beautiful mural. .

So, Watson withdrew his gaze and turned his attention to the sharp-edged stairs in front of him.

He noticed that there was no place to stay on this sharp-edged staircase that climbed upward. Even the blade-like steps that supported the vertical upwards were two slender blades extending to the opposite platform. The sharp blades reflected Staring at the gorgeous psychedelic painted light on the ceiling.

Watson took out a small handkerchief he carried and threw it forward. Under the action of gravity, the handkerchief fell lightly on one of the blades. It was immediately cut in two and divided into two small rags, which fell towards the dark abyss below. . The sharpness of this profit ladder is nothing short of decisive.

Nerobacchus also saw his actions and said in a deep voice: "Sir Watson, you don't have to try. The blades on these stairs are sacred weapons that contain sharp edge power. They are so sharp that they can be easily cut." The skin of the caster, even if the soles of our shoes are made of thick iron, we may not be able to withstand stepping on these ninety-nine sharp-edged stairs."

Crovitt added: "The casters are the secret disciples who practice the rules of casting. Their bodies are as hard as steel. Even if they are only first-level casters, their skin is tough enough to withstand the sharp weapons of mortals. Light chop."

Watson looked like he suddenly understood, and nodded in agreement frequently. He seemed to be very surprised by the powerful physique of this so-called caster, but he was thinking in his heart... I know that the caster's skin is indeed very strong, and I was the same that time. You have to apply magic power carefully to force it to give up its skin and flesh.

However, this blade with the edge of a blade is not so much a difficulty in defending/blocking intruders as it is a gift to intruders - Nello is already calling other members to come over and try to remove those sharp blades. .

However, these step blades and the slender blades seemed to be tightly and seamlessly integrated, and the blade material was extremely hard. Because they were worried about whether there were any ferocious monsters lurking in the abyss below, the Crossroads group did not Dare to make too much noise, and after working for a long time, I still couldn't disassemble half of the blade.

However, after trying many times, everyone finally found a feasible way after working together.

That is to let Ganser, who practices the secret transmission of enlightenment, use his magic power to disassemble and separate the sharp blade... So every time Ganser takes a break, he can smoothly disassemble and process the blade of the magic weapon of blowing hair and decisiveness.

The blade that seemed to be naturally separated gradually separated from the long blades of the brackets on both sides, and was about to fall towards the dark abyss below. Nero immediately grabbed the steel cable on the sharp blade and slowly pulled it back. Drag the sharp piece of metal back to the platform.

Everyone immediately caught it with joy on their faces, sealed the sharp edge of the blade with wet soil, and then wrapped it with a layer of thick cloth... When the cloth they brought with them was not enough, they took off their clothes. Tear it into strips of cloth, no matter what, you have to take more loot back with you on this trip.

Before everyone ran out of clothes, Gunser, who was responsible for dismantling the gaps in the blade, could no longer bear it. Due to the excessive use of the enlightenment magic, his head was dizzy and confused, and the light in his skull was almost unstoppable. The restless revelation in the soul body.

When he used magic again to split the blade, he couldn't help but feel dazed. Unknowingly, he stretched out his fingers to touch under his neck and touched his collarbone... He felt that this sunken part was simply Why not dig deeper into natural canyons and ravines to serve as doors for communication between the inside and outside? !

When it comes to communication between the body and the outside, Ganser thinks of the exchange of gases and the breathing of the lungs... When we humans normally breathe, we first need to use the nose to inhale oxygen, and then the oxygen has to pass through the respiratory tract before it can enter. Lungs, this whole process is really time-consuming and laborious. Why don’t we just open a door in the chest to allow oxygen to freely enter and leave the lungs?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was a great idea. He stopped the construction of the clavicle ravine, put his bloody fingers into his clothes, and scratched his chest as if it was tickling. He felt his strong chest muscles and hardness. Ribs, I just feel that this is not a job that can be completed by myself alone.

Fortunately, there are good sharp tools here.

Ganser looked ahead at the sharp blade that was still as smooth as a mirror after centuries and millennia. He saw his own face through the side of the blade, and saw the hard-working lungs and respiratory tract in the ribs under the flesh and blood in the clothes... Thank you for your hard work, Don’t worry, I’ll be able to solve your problem once and for all soon and make your work easier! ! !

He looked down at the sharp blade that Deputy Cult Master Nello had just pulled over. The cold-glow metal seemed to reflect his face. He saw himself in the blade nodding in agreement, and even shouted loudly: "Gan Seer, our idea is absolutely correct! Go ahead and do it boldly! This pioneering operation can definitely win us a medical award!

"Um."

Ganser nodded heavily. He seemed to be able to see his pioneering forward-looking surgery becoming popular in the foggy city. By then, people in the city would open their chests freely and let oxygen flow in and out of their lungs freely.

In this way, even those who are not good swimmers no longer have to worry about drowning, because the famous Gunsel surgery will make you like a fish, able to breathe underwater oxygen to your heart's content! ! !

Ganser thought about this and couldn't help but laugh out loud. The laughter seemed so abrupt in this claustrophobic and dark space that everyone who was busy looked up and looked at this church member who suddenly laughed for some reason.

Then, they saw Gunser, who was inconspicuous in the past. He suddenly lowered his head and knelt down, and rushed towards the sharp blade that Mr. Nero had just pulled over - his chest was facing the knife that was not covered with soil. Hit it! ! !

Above the dark abyss, there was a slight sound, which seemed to be the sound of flesh and blood colliding.