Steel Steam and Flame

Eyes are a fatal weakness of almost all living things, especially in humans. They are too fragile, behind which is the brain. Without the protection of hard bones, after being attacked, there is no solution.

The two agitated swords completely destroyed Frangli's brain tissue, mixed with a mixture of blood and white matter, and a large mass was pasted in Frangli's cranial cavity, and some was squeezed out from the eye socket. His physical struggle disappeared in an instant, and only intermittent nerve twitches were left behind. The original vigorous breath of life also disintegrated in an instant, merged into the falling water drops, flowing on the ground. But the death of the brain didn't stop Frangli's body embedded in the thin iron skin. The dragon-like tissue agitated under the skin still has sufficient vitality for the time being. They did not lose anything because of Francois's death. Instead, the mental restraint disappeared at this moment, allowing them to be liberated.

The organs of the whole body are well protected by the bones, and without the control of the brain, they will gradually die soon. But before it completely dies, it seems that it can still be used for the dragon tissues that multiply for a while. The bright red muscles were tangled into a rope shape, piercing the skin one after another, and rushing out of the corpse, like a tangled old tree root wrapping Frangli's body, standing there like a cocoon made of rope.

"It's over?" Linna and the others gathered around, looking at the cocoon-shaped Francy in front of him, and asked Cassia and horror.

Iyetta slashed a few swords past, a bunch of rope-like muscles fell on the ground, fluttering and shaking, stirring the surrounding water. The flame was almost completely extinguished at this time, and the surrounding light returned to dim again.

"It should be over. These things have lost most of their vitality. Although they have become more irritable, even if the energy is sufficient, the amazing recovery ability will no longer exist. What remains here is just a dead thing trying to struggle. That's all." Iyetta said, kicking the fleshy cocoon aside, falling to the ground and twisting. There were a few big cracks cut out by her, and the wriggling muscles looked like caterpillars looking for food, and raised his head. They want to be connected again, but the degree is no longer at the same level as before. Moreover, this degree is also rapidly decreasing in synchronization with the decay and death of various organs in Frangli's body.

The other four looked at each other at this time, and then nodded in recognition of Iyetta's words, but no one was willing to pick up the conversation.

Scary's eyes are sharp, and there are many thoughts in them, but they are all confined in them, and outsiders will not see his thoughts. His eyes swept across the faces of the other four, and finally stayed a little longer on Sheila's face. Frangli wanted to shout at the end, hoping that someone could save his life. Although the sound did not reach his throat until the end, the obvious shape of his mouth could be seen with the eyes.

He was yelling "Sila", astonished that his interpretation was completely correct. And the one who saw Francois mouth before his death was also Cassia on the side.

He only saw seriousness on Cassia's face, and couldn't find what he wanted to know, let alone his expression. He put away his cane and sword, followed Cassia’s gaze and looked forward, where there was only a twisted iron sheet on the container, and the small water flow was slowly flowing on it. The flame behind him was almost extinguished, and the fire hose above his head no longer spilled. With a lot of water, the air became cold.

He and Iyeta took a step forward almost at the same time, and then cut out the sword with a few scoffs. The iron skin was cut open, and they each kicked, kicking the iron skin into the dark depths of the box.

"Don't want to go in and take a look?" He stuck the pitch-black cane on the iron frame and asked when he looked at a gap in front of him where people could enter. Neither he nor Iyetta walked in, and stood aside staring at Cassia and asked.

Cassia shook her head, but instead took a step back. During the induction, the huge faint feeling in the container in front of him was right, and this feeling became very strong now. The increase in distance makes the number of upgrades of this feeling become huge. They are like sunlight, they are about to wrap Cassia. Other touches are almost overwhelmed by this strong induction. And Frangli's induction had indeed disappeared just now, but behind her, the group of induction on Sheila's body gradually became hot, and it was gradually heating up, making Cassia feel uneasy. What is going to be in the box, this kind of induction seems to be contagious, so that Sheila and Francy are infected with this kind of breath.

What did they gain from it and what did they lose? Except that they know each other, no one may know.

Cassia looked forward now. The two openings were opened very wide, and a lot of light that was not too bright shone in, exposing a corner of the items stored in the huge box. But the darkness, as if buried in mud for a long time, is still the main style~www.readwn.com~ With the light leaking in through the gap, there is a pile of stone-like things. The surface is very smooth, as if it has been polished with fine sandpaper, and there is a slight reflection of light.

There is an ancient atmosphere on it, even if you don't see the whole picture clearly, even the scene in this corner is vague, but it gives people the first image. They have the texture of stone, similar to the tightly pressed rock formations deep underground. They are more like metals fused by clever methods, and the ratio of them is just right. The texture is absolutely extremely hard. This is judged by the tactile sensation transmitted through the eyes without hesitation. It is like the bones of Franti, and the breath on it tells those who see it-I am several times harder than steel. .

There are carvings on these stone blocks, which seem to be a kind of text or a pattern, maybe both are in it. Whether it is fonts or patterns, there is an attractive power to stop and watch, and cast their eyes on it. Cassia and the others didn't know the meaning of these words, and they couldn't understand what the patterns wanted to express. But in their minds, they felt as if they knew something.

The view of the gap is very limited. It can be seen that several stones of different shapes are connected together, and the joints are rough enough, as if workers simply and roughly welded them with a welding torch. There is an unknown substance stuck in the seams, which is very similar to human soft tissues. It has probably become fossils, but it looks soft and elastic. Cassia and others think it can still move flexibly.

Moving their eyes, several people included all the areas covered by the dim light into their eyes. The few fossils that can be seen are not just for recording words and patterns. The splicing between them also has a pattern to follow. What kind of objects are formed, the faint meaning of a claw appears in it. (To be continued.)