Waiting for dusk.

In silence, the three of them looked at each other in the cab on the front of the car and frowned.

Huai Shi looked through the window and saw the decadent scene in the dilapidated station outside and the sunlight falling from the crack of the canopy.

It is not yet clear whether the sunshine here is a natural phenomenon or a reflection of the present situation in the abyss, or some terrifying miracles and disasters.

But generally speaking, this should be the most blazing moment at noon.

If there is really a day-night cycle here, dusk may still be quite long before it can come. But the question is - why should you wait for dusk?

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

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

"There are too many clutters, and the source-quality signal attenuation here is too fast, so conventional communication methods are not used. Moreover, the branch office is in a state of silent communication for a long time, so it may not respond to us."

"We can only wait," Raymond said.

In other words, after leaving the Ivory Tower, their support team came to hell, but strangely lost contact with the branch code-named Iron Crystal Tower.

It seems that when I went out far away, I found that the door was closed when I arrived at the place, and I couldn't even enter the guesthouse with a letter of introduction.

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

I could only feel the strange gazes around me on the empty streets, and then I realized that I knew nothing about the local area.

"Is it possible that something went wrong with the Iron Crystal Tower?"

Huai Shi estimated the extent of dust and decay outside the window, and felt that no one had managed it for at least one or two months, so she couldn't help but feel alert.

The worst plan is that before they go out, the iron crystal pedestal will be fine, but after they arrive at the place, the iron crystal pedestal will be gone...

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

Even if Russell was crazy about trying to arrange a way to die for Huai Shi, he would not have tied so many people to him. Compared to this, he was willing to believe that they encountered an unknown undercurrent when they dived, and accidentally crossed the time and came several years later.

In hell, everything is 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. When facing the current situation, you always had to make a decision.

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

Maybe I'm waiting here for a good time. A Kun came from the sky and opened his mouth and gnawed the station.

This is just the easiest way to die.

In the unknown strange hell, no one knows whether the actions they have made will bring about deeper disasters.

Sometimes you can only choose the least of two evils. When you are about to die of thirst, try to drink as few sips of poisonous wine as possible.

"Close the car, install the overhead armor, and give priority to maintaining the operation of the depth balancer."

Leader Andrea raised her head and made the first decision: "I remember Raymond your car was brought with you?"

"It's a support vehicle, and hell, you need a driver." Raymond pinched his cigarette and asked, "Will all the students go up? The instruments are stuffed inside, and it will be a little squeezed."

"It's enough to be spacious than a coffin. Don't worry about that much, just do it like that." Andrea said: "If you stay outside, you may not be more complicated when you help at critical moments."

"Are we going to wait?"

Huai Shi asked, and finally glanced at the stone tablet: "Is it possible that it was the trick of the Ivy League? Or... we went to the wrong place?"

"Surviving in the abyss requires the dual guidance and identification of the existing lighthouse and the destination beacon. The Ivy League may be likely to interfere with the operation of the lighthouse, but before the determination to be sent to the Yellow Pages by the Astronomical Society, it would definitely not dare to make any moves in such a critical place. Moreover, with their technical ability, it was still three hundred years before they wanted to crack and imitate the beacon of the Ivory Tower."

Andrea took a last look at the stone tablet and told him: "It's not wrong to have the master's work on the stone tablet. If it weren't for him, I'm afraid that the stone tablet and the surrounding signs would not be left behind. Don't worry about the authenticity.

Before we entered hell, we had already sent a arrival signal from the outside. As volunteers who don’t know the specific situation, it is better to follow the instructions of the Grandmaster.”

Grandmaster, the highest honor awarded by the Shibu Society after the peak of alchemy.

However, generally speaking, after reaching such a rank, it is still a matter of whether the birdstone cauldron will learn it. It is as if the Creators never cared about the awards that the scholars would turn red when they saw it.

No one cares about those trivial compliments.

Now there are only eleven great masters in the world, and there is only one in the Ivory Tower. That is the fire caster who led the construction of the world's largest border prison crystal furnace thirty-one years ago. The highest person in charge of this hell division, the direct manager and builder of the Iron Crystal Tower - Mikhail Ivanovic Zaitsev.

In the catalog of border relics, more than 400 alchemy formulas are derived from his theory and inspiration. The "Summary of Crystalline Material Melting and Quenching" that cannot be avoided by all source and quasiology research is from his hands. And this thing is just a draft he wrote casually when he was twenty-nine years old while waiting for his ex-wife to put on makeup...

Nowadays, Huai Shi's alchemy has not even entered the field of research that was 40 years ago.

Such a giant asks them to wait here, so they have to wait.

Wait until the sky collapses and the earth breaks.

I have to say that although the situation is so strange and complicated now, Huai Shi was still relieved after hearing the name of the Grand Master from Andrea.

It is equivalent to a horror game with ten deaths and no life, just finding the strategy.

Do not get out of the car, pull down the curtains, keep the indoor temperature and keep the lighting.

Then...wait for dusk.

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

The slender train shrinks almost one-third of its length.

All the students followed the instructions and went to the warehouse and entered Raymond's car.

Armor isolates inside and outside, Raymond's truck adds another layer of protection, while the depth balancer maintains the depth inside the vehicle and resists the erosion of the abyss.

Under the protection of the triple doll style, Huai Shi and the other three leaders would never have any trouble before they died.

The next step is to wait patiently.

They sat in front of the monitor and stared at the decaying station outside. Although they had the tip of the Grand Master, they were still heavy and dared not relax at all, let alone chatting.

But the more I waited, the more I felt that something was wrong.

time.

He lowered his head, took out his cell phone and looked at the time above. If he remembered correctly, it had been five hours since they arrived here.

And the sunlight outside has not changed at all.

Even if there is no at least a slight attenuation.

He was stunned for a moment, and was shocked: There are always problems with day and night in this place... I am afraid that the 24-hour system every day cannot be applied here, and it is possible that the existence of day and night is also possible.

Days lasting three to four months and nights lasting six months.

What is left for dusk is only a few days.

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, and only a surging premonition of death surged from his backbone and freeze him.

Just in the surveillance monitor directly opposite him, a dull face had appeared at some point.

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

Only one right eye, which was almost abnormal, occupied one-third of the space on the face. The dripping water dripped down the hair that was pressed against the forehead.

It's like you can see Huaishi behind the monitor.

Through the camera and monitor, he looked straight over. Huai Shi's face gradually reflected in his pupils, without any spirit.

It saw itself.

In the silence, Huai Shi also looked back calmly.

In his hands, the sharp steel crystals proliferated rapidly, rubbing against each other, sparking, and a low voice that was so sharp that it was almost roaring.

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

It seems that the bowstring is gradually twisting.

A sensation of numbness and itchyness and cracking pain emerged from his face, staring at by the eye, as the skin peeled off inch, the muscles below seemed to have come alive, leaving the Achilles tendon, slowly dancing, and stroking his cheeks.

The chill was approaching inch by inch.

Huai Shi held her breath.

The veins on the hands holding the sword collapsed.

In the silence of death, he never blinked his eyes again, and the Sword of Virtue roared angrily, but it could not stop the death gray from spreading from Huai Shi's skin.

Flashes of coldness emerged from the lungs, as if they were thrown into a frozen river, and viscous liquid wrapped in broken ice and blood flowed out of the mouth and nose.

On the display screen, the dull face raised slightly, and the corners of the mouth slowly curled up a stiff curve.

It seems to be showing a smile.

It was at that moment that the hot light jumped out of thin air from the narrow cockpit.

It seems that the scorching sun suddenly comes here.

The Huai poem suddenly rose, moved forward, and took a step forward.

In the thin body, the silent Shaosiming Holy Secret suddenly shook, and a disaster miracle from the abyss was unfolded in the vast source substance.

After a long accumulation, the sword roared, and thunder burst out from its tremor. A sharp sword blade appeared on it that could not be seen directly.

Death silence was shattered by this shocking low notes.

Under the transcription of the performance method, the prelude to "The Fifth Symphony" was thus revealed.

It was just like the sudden knock on the door in the vast night.

It’s fate, fate is knocking on the door.

As Huai Shi's arm scattered, the sound of fate burst out here.
Chapter completed!