Chronicles of Primordial Wars

His night-vision skills are not the best in the organization, but they are not bad. However, after all, he sees better when there is light. Since there is no one here, he does not intend to give in to himself, and, as a precaution, he still needs to take a good look at whether this wooden box is the one the employer said it is, don't come to the wrong target.

A small round bead emits less bright light than a water moonstone, and there seems to be a light shield there that is general, more concealed, and different from one angle to another, at which point its main bright parts are projected onto the large wooden box.

Opening the lid of the wooden box, he looked inside and frowned.

Unlike what the employer said, the employer said that it was a monster like those puppets in the desert that had been robbed by the Horn, and he had seen them, and of course he knew what the employer said the missing thing should look like, but in front of this, although it still looks a little strange compared to ordinary people, it's not much different, anyway, it's not like those puppets in the desert at all, which looks more like the Horn people putting a dead person here.

Wrong number?

How is that possible?

Suspiciously, he opened the box again and watched the worm inside stay in this position.

Is it not this Chamber, but the other Chamber in this direction?

In his head he suddenly felt a thick, cold fury, which caused him to have goose bumps on his back, sweat on his body and root tremors in his hair.

Stealing all the time, of course he knows, every time he feels that way, he just does one thing-- run!

However, when he quickly put away the wormbox, he looked away, and found that there was no breath in it, and he treated him as a corpse, but his eyes had been opened, and the red eyes were looking at him, and the blue face moved on without any expression.

Not good!

See, he thought it was the Horn Man who ambushed here early, let a man pretend to be a corpse and lure him here, and his heart cursed the Horn of Fire as if it was a good opportunity!

As he was preparing to evacuate, he found himself caught by a handful on the left arm of a large wooden box, like a sharp claw of a raptor.

Without hesitation, his elbows trembled.

Click, click, click, click.

A series of skeletal misalignments crisp, clamped arms instantly twisted, but not grabbed by the gum cut, but his own change, the original arm bone became slippery muddy, thin, bent, sliding out of the gum cut.

Detached from each other's palms, the arms, though forming a long arm bone shape again in a series of clicks, are not without cost. Severe pain passes quickly to the brain as the arms are moved, the nerves seem to be pulled by the roots and the hissing of the aspirations emerge from between the teeth. He dared not shout, afraid to attract more Horners.

There is no time to be surprised why this man pretended that the dead man could deceive him, and there is no time to think about whether this is the deliberate arrangement of the Horn Man, or whether this is another secret hidden by the Horn Man, who now just wants to get out of here before planning.

The person in the wooden box had sat up and looked like he was coming after him immediately. As he stood up in a gaunchy position, he twisted his waist, lifted his knee, swept his leg, and wanted to sweep the person down again so that he could buy more time.

For the leg wind swept by this man, just lift your arm and block it.

Boom!

The collision between the leg and the arm, Ganche just moved slightly, the standing motion did not stop, but the person sneaking in felt a severe pain in the lower leg, as if it was not a person's arm but a hard gold vessel that was just kicked!

The person who snuck in felt worse and could mix up to the status of today. He certainly wasn't so fragile. In the past, when he fought with people, he could sweep a man's leg like a whip, but now, instead of letting the person inside fall down, he almost kicked himself in the leg?!

This is incredible!

Back off!

Faced with an opponent like this, he doesn't want to fight any more, and knowing that the opponent is in trouble and staying here is stupid.

So, instead of paying attention to the gaunches inside, the sneakers ran towards the stone door of the secret room, like a wind, and they had to slip out of there in the blink of an eye. Unfortunately, the moment before he arrived at the stone gate, the stone door had been opened two people wide and a bang had been pulled together.

Running too fast without stopping, the person diving directly into the stone door, the dust on the door was vibrated down by the impact.

He's the Horn Man!

If he doesn't know who's setting it all up now, he's a fool.

When he saw the man lying inside, he suspected that the Horn was well guarded, and now he is convinced!

Pull with the recessed part of the stone door and the stone gate thread does not move.

He shouted, the person had heard the footsteps close behind him, couldn't stand to keep pulling the door, his body was short, his shoulders swinging violently, his arms bent, and his head didn't go back is a series of elbow strikes over, the storm generally hit the person close behind him.

Boom! Boom!

It's like hitting a hard rock, not a human body.

Gandhi stared at the person in front of him without blinking, like he was not the one who was hit by an elbow, but stood still after taking two small steps at first, and then kicked him directly into the stone door with his leg lifted.

The power of this leg far exceeded that given to him by the previous infiltrator. The strong force kicked the other side's abdomen and directly hit the other side hard on the stone door. There was a clear movement of broken bones in the air.

The person who was kicked in the door, his body heavily landed and he shouted, and the whole person curled up and cried in pain.

Outside the door, Shao Xuan stood beside the stone door, holding the stone door with his hands to prevent the stone door from being pulled open by the people inside. He was also the one who pulled the stone door together.

He rushed over to Takang and Shinro, listening to the thumping noise inside, and patted the dust falling from his body.

“Is the Dry Tribe really all right? After all, people are most likely thieves.” I was worried that the thieves could not be caught, but the resurrected Ganche was killed.

“It's all right, just in the words, but it has an advantage over Gantche.” Most thieves are characterized by speed and rush, but if they are trapped in a small space, their escape skills do not necessarily work. If their physical abilities are maintained, they are okay, but if they persist soon, they can only be beaten.

“Besides, Ganche probably needs to vent.” Shao Xuando.

Like a corpse, after a few years, he could not easily wake up with the help of external forces, but found that all the cognitions of that year were wrong. Even if it was saved, it would not be possible to save it. The tribe was gone, and he himself became a ghost. His digestive organs had all changed, and many things could not be consumed. The easiest way was to drink blood directly. From being a normal person to being like this, who can stand it? Repressed emotions have not been released, and perhaps, this time, the thief can be borrowed to let him out.

Hearing Shao Xuan say this, Zheng Luo and Dokang also feel good. Anyway, it is the thief, making the thief suffer the loss in their hearts is pleasant. Why not?

To understand, the two men are in no hurry, sit outside and wait, ears up, listen to the movement inside and guess how the battle is going.

Chamber of secrecy.

Walk one step toward the person, not loud, but with even speed and force.

Dah, dah, dah...

Every sound creeps the sneak in, just feels this underground secret indoor temperature drops sharply and the cold is even worse, because he finds that the people nearby have no asthma! No heartbeat! Not even breathe!

If he is a normal person, even if he has been able to pretend to deceive him before, but in the previous dealings, he will always wheeze, heart rate will change, blood flow in the blood vessels will change, he is too familiar with all this, he has always used this to understand the real emotions of the opponent, after all, facial expressions can deceive people, actions can deceive people, but some of the characteristics of the body will truly reflect people's true emotions.

But now, all of this is invalid!

This man is like a corpse!

If it weren't for the fact that he looked too different from those puppets in the desert, the infiltrator would have thought it was what he was looking for!

No, maybe…

Think of a possibility, the shock in the mind of the infiltrator.

At this time, Ganche had slowly walked to the curled man, and the person on the ground suddenly slid like a mud against the ground in a direction away from the stone door and Ganche, then his ankle suddenly moved, the whole person rose, holding his abdominal hands, opening outward, dozens of sharp small pieces of shuttle flew out, crossing the arc of different trajectories, passing through the void as if it had been chopped, in a sound, the instrument was tied to various parts of Ganche.

Suddenly, the front chest, back, shoulders, thighs, even the neck and head were tied to a thin shuttle sharp.

Yet they were thrown out of their hearts and minds.

It doesn't sound right!

Those darkers that could easily pierce the hides and boards of animals, just as if they had hit harder stones, could not go any further, could only keep part of them stuck inside and part of them exposed.

Even if you can't get deep into it, it will always cause some damage. People who can get stuck like hedgehogs are like they can't detect a scratch on their body. They don't hum, they still stay the way they are, and their eyes don't blink a second.

Besides, when he gets stuck, there's always blood, but he doesn't smell any blood, as if he doesn't have blood.

How is that possible?!

At a time when the infiltrators were uncertain, Ganche was like a healthy and fast monkey in the mountain forest. Once he changed the slow rhythm, he quickly paddled past the figure and chased those who wanted to escape.

The speed at which the infiltrator sneaks out does take advantage, but the infiltrator has already been injured, and now the physical force consumed by dodging is also small. After a while, the speed of dodging slows down. At this time, a much thinner arm than the Horn Man is directly behind him.

The force behind the sudden attack directly smashed the person out, the whole person hit the wall, made a bang, broken nose bones, two broken teeth, a bite of blood.

Dokan outside the door listened to the roar of the wall, shook his head: “How dare a thief be so bold? Two short memories at a time. ”

Eleven thieves, twelve thieves, six thieves, seven thieves, didn't they all lose in the hands of the Horn Man? How dare you come here?

“Aren't you the thief?” Dokan asked.

“No, there is still a great chance of theft.” Royal Road.

“Whoever it is, you'll see.” Shao Xuan listened to the movement inside, it shouldn't last long, and he can quickly know the answer.

“What if Gantche beats people to death?” Dokan asked.

“It should not be, after all, that he is the one who wants to know the truth.” Shao Xuando.

In the Chamber of Secrets, the person who was beaten all over the wounded, the pain of the body mixed with the shock in the heart, how can you not believe that what is going on in front of you is true, but the person who was beaten was him, and had to believe it.

The person in front of him, who has no heartbeat, no breathing, even like he doesn't need to breathe at all, is too similar to those weird puppets in the desert in this regard!

Has the Horn Man taken control of another monster like a desert puppet?

He knew that the puppets in the desert, in order for them to be completely incapacitated, had to smash their bones a little bit, and so should the monster in front of them, but it was too hard to put this on the person in front of them, and the bones were too hard on each other.

Knowing that he can't win against such a powerful puppet, only to be beaten to death and must flee here, but the stone door is closed, he can't open it, and the people inside can't fight it, only try to avoid each other's attacks, delay time to think of other ways, or talk to the flaming horn people?

The man was trying to escape, but one hand had been pressed against his head, and he would push the person who had already stood up and taken steps, directly down.

Kneel on the ground with your legs and your bones banging on a stone that lays on the ground.

Once again, there was a painful scream in the population, with his fingers clamping a curved knife like a beast claw against the arm holding his head.

Pfft, pfft!

The sound of the sharp apparatus scratching on the man-cut arm is somewhat strange. That's not the sound on a normal man's arm, it doesn't feel right!

When he was just paddling, he even deliberately cut several important blood vessels on his arm, but, as before, he didn't hear the sound of a blood spray this time, not even the smell of any blood!

And when you break open that layer of flesh and touch the bone, it's like being blocked by a hard golden vessel, and it's hard to go any deeper.

The more he thinks about it, the colder it gets in his heart, and the more hands he puts on his head, the more the ribbon doesn't move!

In the dark, the person can see the approximate face of the person holding his head, and can also see the other person's eyes that are different from ordinary people's. The eyes in those eyes are cold, as if there was no heat at all, no, the hands on his head, no temperature!

Mori's cold chill penetrated the limb wreckage, and each bone of his body trembled like it couldn't bear this chill, especially when he felt that the fingers on his head had begun to squeeze together, he really couldn't hold it, afraid of a late step this brain was incomplete.

“Don't kill me! I didn't want to come. Someone called me! It's Souler! It's Souler, the second youngest of Desert Rock Mausoleum!” Faced with the fear of death, his face twisted by pain grew more and more, like an exemption, almost exhausting his full body to roar, and he feared that the flamingos outside the secret room would not hear him.

At this time, he doesn't care about the promised benefits of Souler or anything. Though he still cares about those benefits, he can't help but kill the flaming horns who set up the Bureau, but now he loses himself and can only admit it! At a time like this, if you don't use Souler as a shield, will you let yourself attract hatred?

After shouting, the person felt the clasp force stop on his head, his heart relaxed, and his heart said: Surely, it would be more useful to take someone out as an arrow badge. Perhaps he should say more so that he can negotiate with the Horn Man and save his life. As for Horn and Souler, let them fight each other. Better have a double defeat!

The man drowned his head slightly and gasped heavily. Every breath brought tremendous pain to his body. His eyes flashed harshly, and Yuguang watched the movement over the stone gate.

But the next moment, the person who had just relieved himself felt frozen again.

Someone spoke, but not through the door, but above themselves.

“Who are you? Who's Souler? ”

The voices are a little strange, and some pronounce them strangely, but these do not prevent him from understanding each other's words. Astonishedly raised his head and pressed his hand still over his head so that he could lift it only slightly up, his eyes pushed up and looked up at his own eyes.

“What... what?” The man who was kneeling on the ground with his head pressed trembled and held out a few words.

“You, who? Souler, who is it?” Ganchen thinks this man doesn't understand, this time it's slower.

Ganchen did not know that the people who were pressed on the ground did not fail to understand, but could not believe what they were seeing.

Isn't this another puppet that the Horn of Fire mimics the control of the Rock Man? Isn't it a corpse?

No, no, no!

Controlled dead puppets don't even speak! What exactly is this in front of you?! Or is it someone from Horn Horn?

Ganche sees no one speaking, pressing the finger on the other's head again.

Feeling the pain in his head, the man finally reacted from the shock, now is not the time to get those questions together!

“I said, don't do it! I said everything! ”

Feeling the fingers on his head finally stop again, the person's throat knot rolled, swallowed the bloody mouth, try to calm himself down, to analyze the current situation and introduce a replacement ghost.

“It was Souler who found me. He said he had lost something important. The Horn Man stole it. Let me help him find it. Really! He also gave me a bug box to look for that thing.” Said the man pulled out the wormbox he was carrying.

Although the wormbox was made of wood, the wood was very resilient, and when the man was beaten earlier, the wormbox was also affected, but there were only some dents that were damaged and the interior didn't change much.

Gandhi looked into the open bug box, which was moving in its own direction, and hit its head against the wall of the box that blocked it.

The man obviously also noticed that the expression on his face changed and turned the wooden box on his hand, turning the worm against the wall of the box in a direction toward himself. However, when the rotation stopped, the worm moved again, climbing half a turn along the wooden box and the wall of the box, and then stopped at the point where it was facing the gum and hit the box wall with its head.

The man trembled with the hand of the wooden box.

The reaction of this worm has amply proved the identity of the person in front of it.

That's what Souler calls "lost things”! That's the goal of his trip!

When he understood, his heart was filled with remorse.

Souler, you fucking lied to me!!

Didn't they say they were stolen by the Horns like the puppets in the desert?! Didn't you say that lost things are ancient corpses who can't die anymore?!

Who beat himself to death in front of him and nearly crushed his head?!

What resembles those dead puppets in the desert?!

Oh this weirdo can still talk, apart from no breathing, no heartbeat, no bleeding, no wheezing, what does this weirdo look like a long dead corpse?!

Or is it a scam?

I don't believe him!