Magus Tech

The members of the Truth Club sneaked into the mines, triggering battles, which caused the miners more or less to cause some disturbance.

However, in the adjustment process personally supervised by Richard later, these disturbances returned to normal a little bit.

Then Richard carried out many treatments according to the plan, paving the way for the people who will face the truth next.

In this way, three days later.

...

Three days later, late at night.

In the Shambhala uranium mine, most areas are kept quiet, while a few areas are busy.Some miners are dealing with work that was not completed as planned during the day, packing a large number of ores into boxes and transporting them to the processing factory under the mountain.There are also some miners, preparing for the work after dawn, holding the "Fire Thunder" shipped from the factory and burying them in the chiseled stone holes.

"Wow, wow!"

"Boom!"

Various noises sounded from time to time, spreading in all directions in the night, and then slowly dissipated.

In the distance, in a newly put into operation camp of miners, in a room at the corner, a dozen strong men were sleeping.

This is a member of a newly established demolition team, led by the most experienced demolition captain, Deak.At this time, these people, after a day of intensive and busy work during the day, are falling into a deep sleep, trying to restore their physical strength, and are also dreaming.

A strong man in the corner, "Kaba Kaba" grinds his teeth, grasping the corner of the quilt with his hand and stuffing it into his mouth, apparently eating something in his dream.

A strong man next to him, the muscles on his face kept twitching like a stroke.The muscles all over the body are tight, and the eyeballs hidden under the eyelid shake quickly, and they look very nervous.This was obviously a nightmare, in which people were either chased or hunted down.

A strong man sleeping in the middle, unlike many people, looks very quiet, but the two thighs are subconsciously clamped and the body shakes slightly.The head sleeping on the pillow wriggled from time to time, frowning gradually, as if looking for something convenient in a dream.

Find.

Keep looking.

After a while, the strong man's frowned frowned, as if he had found a place, and the whole person relaxed.The clamped legs were laid flat, and the sluice gate that had been suppressed in the body was released.

Seeing that the next "flood" will erupt.

At this moment, the strong man in his sleep suddenly felt wrong, and suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. He found that he was sleeping on the bed, forcibly closing the gate in the body, because the closure was too urgent, and the whole person shivered involuntarily. .

Then the strong man held his breath, got out of bed quickly, put on his clothes and shoes, and ran towards the outside.

Outside at this time, there was a thick night.The top of the head, like a huge black cloth covering the whole sky, only the far side of the sky, there was a faint starlight, like the black cloth was damaged.

But the strong man was not in the mood to appreciate this, clutching his abdomen and hurried toward the outside of the camp.

Outside the camp, two hundred meters away, there is a large toilet built, which is a place where nearly a thousand people will go to several camps nearby.

The goal of the strong man is there.

But halfway through, the strong man couldn't help it anymore. He felt that the gate in the body was about to be forcibly opened. He quickly stopped, unbuttoned his pants, and turned to the dry grass beside him.

"Wow!"

The pressured liquid spewed out and whistled and sprinkled on the dry grass.

The expression on the strong man's face slowly became relaxed from pain.

"Wow, wow..."

Half a minute later, the liquid was still pouring out of the strong man. The strong man felt that it would not end in half a minute. He could not help keeping his posture and turned his head to look around boringly.

His eyes swept across the dark night sky before finally falling in the dry grass in front of him.

When I raised my eyebrows, I saw something in the grass, which was shining slightly.

Ok?

what?

The strong man moved a little step forward, getting closer to the dry grass, and then saw clearly.I saw a piece of feather among the dry grass, and the whole body was white, like a duck or some kind of bird.It is very strange that this feather is glowing, and it still emits a faint golden light.

Shine?

The strong man is curious.

If it is normal, he will carefully pick up the feathers and observe carefully to see what is going on.

But in this late night, he was forced to wake up, his brain was a little dizzy, and his consciousness was not completely awake.Therefore, almost without thinking, he made a subconscious action.

He propped his waist forward, controlling the fluid that was pouring out of his body, pouring it violently towards the glowing feathers.

"Wow..."

A little bit off, not poured.

"Wow..."

A little bit more, but still not poured.

"Wow, wow!"

Here it is!

After continuous efforts, the brave man fine-tuned his movements many times, and finally let the liquid successfully sprinkle on the feathers, with a triumphant expression on his face.Later, he saw that the feathers, which had been poured with liquid, suddenly turned red.

Ok?Discolored?

The strong man blinked, and he hadn't reacted yet, the feathers had moved.

"call out!"

I don't know where I got the power from. The feathers, under the impact of the liquid, went up against the gravity and flowed like a needle to a place only a few centimeters away from the strong man.

After that, the feathers charged up and rushed into the liquid inlet and outlet, passed through the narrow channel, and directly entered the body of the strong man.

"what!"

The strong man screamed brilliantly, but only half a cry, and stopped like he was stuck in the neck.

"Boom!"

The strong man fell straight on the ground, grasping a critical part of his lower body with both hands, his face flushed red, and his body began to twitch.

A draw.

Two draws.

Three draws.

...

Slowly, the strong man stopped.

Slowly, there was no expression on the strong man's face, and even the breath of life became imperceptible, as if he had died.

It took five minutes.

Five minutes later, the strong man's closed eyes slowly opened, fumbled to get up, and looked around.

After looking at his own hands and body, his eyes were a little confused.

"I..." The strong man said aloud, with a somewhat uncertain self-talk, "I'm...Urus?" His name was Lucisco Urus.

But just after saying this, the strong man shook his head violently, showing a stern expression: "No, no! I'm not Lucisco Urus. Huh, how can I be a poor miner? My name is Bell Chkaf!"

"Yes, I'm Bell Chkaf! I'm an inspector sent by Lord Gray Fog to check the situation of the Southern Free Confederation branch." The strong man nodded hard, his eyes brightened. "Yes, I'm Bell. Chkaf, what I want to do is..."

But at the end, the strong man's voice froze slightly, his expression struggling first, then became indifferent, and finally his mouth curled up.

"Oh!" The strong man made a disdainful voice, saying with a magnetic voice that could not distinguish between men and women, "I'm not Bell Chkaf!"