Kamen Rider, the Mission Must Be Fulfilled!

It's not that there is no light in the tunnel, it's just that compared to the brilliance at this moment, it's really insignificant.

Even at this moment, Ms. Misha had the illusion of returning to the earth from the ground.

Stepping out of the roof of the tunnel and stepping out, Misha's front is not a road, but a rock platform protruding outward like a cliff.

The platform is not big, but it is enough for Misha to look down from it.

This is a huge deep pit. From the platform where Misha is standing to the bottom of the pit, there is a difference of nearly 30 meters.And the pit is close to the size of an ordinary university standard track, which makes it difficult to simply use the word "pit".

But compared to these, it was not these things that really made Misha narrow her eyes slightly and reveal a dignified expression, but the things buried in that deep pit.

That's right, burial. Apart from this word, Misha really couldn't think of a more suitable way to describe it.

From a height of one or two meters to a height of nearly ten meters.

Made of steel, iron, copper, and even more special alloys, strange large or small wrecks with mechanical structures were dumped around the bottom of the pit.

Circuit boards, chips, broken connection lines and dusty metals are entangled with each other, just like a broken and incomplete corpse with its lower layers exposed, internal organs and limbs hooked and pulled.

In such a relic located in the depths of the Arctic sea of ​​ice, there is such a spectacle stacked by technological products.In such a humid environment, the rusty spots on the metal are like moss climbing on the tombstone.

In Misha's view, this is a cemetery.

A cemetery where misfits are buried.

——Compared to that scaly claw, Ms. Misha, General Winter, has now witnessed the true appearance of this inner area with her own eyes.

And in the very center of this astonishing spectacle, there was something that completely captured Ms. Misha's attention.

That is an altar.

An altar carved out of rock was firmly planted in the center of the metal tomb, as if to further emphasize the disproportion of those technological products.

But what is subtle is that the rock altar in the middle of the pit is like a hot pot in terms of architectural style.

Misha doesn't think she is a master of architecture, and she knows something about it because her son is obsessed with art history when he goes to college, so he wants to close the relationship between mother and child.

But it was the first time she had seen such a strange architectural style.

From the East to the West, from the Bronze Age to the modern times, Misha has at least found three styles of different eras and regions from the decoration and layout of the top.

It's just a hodgepodge.

Not only that.

"That's... what are you offering?"

Staring at the center of the altar, the roughly five-meter-high human-shaped stone statue, Misha frowned at the ferocious appearance.

She had never seen a cult association of a similar image.

"Red."

"I didn't find any abnormal energy field, and I didn't smell it, but, Misha..."

Pulling the hem of Ms. Misha's windbreaker, Reid pointed at the stone statue on the altar and said worriedly, "Well, I don't feel well."

Hearing this, General Dong laughed.

She raised her hand to hook Red's waist, and jumped off the platform without hesitation like hugging a puppy.

"That means you've found the right one."

PS:

first change

Hope March won't be so busy

Not being able to go out has affected many things, especially when it comes to my work. In many aspects, I have to repeatedly correct new files

It's the same without rewards, I know my own schedule

I will try my best to keep updated every day, but if I am really busy and stupid, I can't let my family worry

So if I fall asleep occasionally, I can only say sorry (;?д｀)ゞ

Chapter 160: The Awakened Stone Statue

Cold wind, cold wind from snow mountains and tundra.

As Miss Misha's feet left the rough platform, it seemed as if a frightening cold wind gushed out from the steamy tunnel behind her. The originally viscous moisture roared out of the tunnel, mixed with The finely divided crystals refract the brilliance in the deep pit, like a mountain stream that has thawed a little in early spring.

In the blink of an eye, under Ms. Misha's empty feet, crystals like glazed light and crystals suddenly grew. They condensed, connected, and combined, and fell downward from the outside of the rock platform at a predetermined angle, like a night sky. Meteors in generally outline smooth and smooth trajectories.

是冰

It was a slideway made entirely of ice that connected the platform with the bottom of the pit nearly 30 meters below.

Immediately afterwards, there was the dull echo of Ms. Misha's pair of steel-soled military boots stepping on some kind of solid surface.

It was a clear ice skateboard.

"Let's go."

His voice settled down, and he was flying like lightning.

On this thrilling slide that is almost at a ninety-degree angle to the ground, Ms. Misha with Red in her arms is performing a unique ice surfing like bungee jumping.

If someone else is watching this thrilling performance, they must be full of curiosity about whether Ms. Misha's feet are frozen on the slide along with the ice skateboard.

In other words, anyone who saw Ms. Misha's torso posture that was almost parallel to the ground would have this idea.

Thanks to the angle, Ms. Misha tore through the height difference of nearly 30 meters in a few seconds, and headed up to the solid rock surface that seemed to turn her and Reid into solid rock faces everywhere in the next second. .

However, when she was less than two meters away from the ground, Ms. Misha, who was firmly nailed to the ice skateboard, turned over with her feet and got off the ice skateboard that looked like it was growing under her boots. .

The cold wind is blowing, and the windbreaker is hunting.

The tall Sulthas warrior gracefully turned his waist in mid-air, and the hem of the swirling windbreaker stretched wantonly like a pair of wine-red wings.

And the slender slideway and the skateboard, which were as radiant as a work of art, also shattered at the same time, neatly, quietly blooming into dancing stars in mid-air.

beyond the dust.

Beyond the ice crystals.

Across winter and gunpowder.

Like a red swan soaring through the winter blizzard in Sulthas, Ms. Misha stepped on the rock surface under her feet lightly and without leaving any traces.

Steady and stable, not shaking or shaking, as if after a jump, the dancer stabilized his body in the sound of music that stopped abruptly.

This fleeting, short-lived like a blizzard, the dreamy but powerful Swan Lake also slowly fell to the nicotine-flavored curtain.

Ms. Misha bit down the tail of a small cigar she was holding in her mouth as usual, and the bitterness and pungent taste and a subtle taste that was difficult to express in words filled her mouth.

Just chewing like this, and spitting out a mouthful of slightly cloudy smoke, Ms. Misha grinned.

"Next time, I'll ask the nerds in the Scientific Research Association if they can taste the whole vodka. It's getting a bit boring after trying too much."

"Aunt Nina won't agree, Grandma Misha."

Pulling off the big plush hat on his head, Reid raised his head with a serious expression on his cheeks flushed with excitement: "You still use this box from Uncle Ferdo in the maintenance department without telling Aunt Nina. I got it in exchange for wine!"

"As long as you have a good memory, that's all right, little clever ghost."

Ms. Misha shook her head with a smile, and as soon as her arms were loosened, Reid stood up safely on the ground.

As soon as it touched the ground, the little guy turned his head from side to side, and raised the tip of his nose from time to time, as if he was sniffing something.

Just turning around like this, and looking at the old watch again, Reid raised his head and said to Ms. Misha who was waiting patiently: "There is really nothing."

She hesitated for a moment, then turned her head to look at the altar that was less than 50 meters away in a straight line, her eyes lingered on the huge hideous humanoid sculpture for a while, and then covered her gray black hair and buried her face.

"But Red thinks that's scary..."

Naturally, Misha could hear the little guy's moaning and chirping. She squinted her eyes slightly, and turned her eyes slightly. While keeping the sculpture in her field of vision from the corner of her eye, she observed the wreckage of metal technology products around her. .

She is not a scientist, and she is also a technician from time to time, but after living for a long time, she has seen relatively more.

At least from the perspective of Misha's own knowledge reserves, among the technological products around her, there is no type she is familiar with.

"Red."

"It is certain that in these mechanical wrecks, in terms of materials alone, they are all products of alloys known on the earth, but if you want to analyze the source of technology, original functions, or the total amount of time they have been used, Reid will do it in a short while. not."

Without Misha's urging, Red was already carefully shaking his little buttocks and rummaging through the pile of wreckage nearby.

She popped her head out from behind a cylindrical object that looked like some sort of restraint device. "Reid needs time."

"We don't have much time, and compared to these."

Misha took off the cigar dangling from her mouth, and compared her chin to the sculpture on the altar in the distance: "I care more about that."

"..."

Reid looked at the wreckage of the device he was holding in his hand, and then at the vicious sculpture in the distance. He left the wreckage a little bit aggrieved, patted his palms, thighs and buttocks, and returned to Ms. Misha's side .

"Don't make a bad face. At worst, after confirming that it's really nothing, and finding the right way to move on, I'll give you some private time."

Ms. Misha rubbed Red's fluffy and soft hair dumbfounded.

It is one thing to pamper the granddaughter, but it is another thing to remember the mission. When Misha was observing on the platform just now, she discovered that this place seems to be the end of the passage, and there seems to be no other passage to move on.

But based on the size of the entire relic island and the previous inverse calculation of the special energy field, this is obviously not in line with the actual situation.

In other words, one of the possibilities is that there is a hidden passage leading to the next area in this cemetery.If this is the case, then it is a natural choice to give priority to investigating the altar and sculpture that are extraordinary at first glance.

And another possibility...

"Hmm... Then Grandma Misha, what are you going to do?"

"Our grandfather and grandson are not good at archaeology, what can we do?"

Ms. Misha smiled and took a step forward.

Little Red followed suit.

The distance of less than 50 meters was quickly shortened. During this period, the entire deep pit was the same as in the previous passage, only the sound of Ms. Misha's footsteps mixed with Red's bouncing.

This quiet atmosphere reminded Ms. Misha of the winter in Moorea Cemetery.

Snow-covered, tombstones everywhere, except for her and the wind, there is no second sound on the trail.