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Chapter 117 The True Usage of the Blade Ladder

Watson moved his feet again, looking from another direction, the river in the painting on the top began to change into another posture, and the gurgling water seemed to hide mysterious runes.

He feels that there seems to be some kind of secret history hidden in this ever-changing river in the painting... However, the imitated river in the painting is only an imitation after all.This is a poor forgery from mortals in the awakening world, and it does not possess the magic of Youmansu.

Watson's feeling is just a feeling, and no mysterious scriptures of secret history have arisen in his mind.

He couldn't help guessing that perhaps only when he passed through Mansu's Stag Gate and witnessed the real river in the painting, could he obtain a higher level and deeper secret history from the flowing water shining with mottled colors!

At that time, I might also be able to take a glimpse of the scale armor hidden under the surface of the world.

However, the river in the painting above his head at this moment is just a beautiful mural.

There is nothingness behind this beauty - watching this beautiful mural can neither give Watson a powerful power beyond the ordinary, nor can he know the deeper secrets of Mansu. After all, it is just a useless and illusory beautiful mural. .

So, Watson withdrew his gaze and turned his bets to the sharp blade ladder in front of him.

He noticed that there was no place to rest on this sharp-edged ladder that climbed upwards. Even if the blades were supported vertically upwards, there were two slender blades extending to the opposite platform, and the sharp blades reflected Looking at the gorgeous and psychedelic light in the painting on the ceiling.

Watson took out a small handkerchief that he carried with him and threw it forward. Under the action of gravity, the cloth handkerchief fell lightly onto one of the blades. It was instantly cut into two small rags, and fell towards the dark abyss below. .The sharpness of this profit ladder can be called decisive.

Nellobacchus also saw his actions, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Watson, you don't have to try it. The blades on these steps are all sacred weapons that contain the sharp power of the blade. The sharpness can easily cut through The skin of the caster, even if the soles of our shoes are thick iron, I am afraid that it will not be able to bear the 99 steps of sharp blades."

Croweite added: "The casters are the secret passers who practice the rules of casting. Their bodies are as hard as steel. Even if they are only first-order casters, their skin is tough enough to withstand the sharp weapons of mortals." Light slash."

Watson nodded and said yes with a look of sudden realization. He seemed to be very surprised by the so-called caster's powerful physique, but he was thinking... I know that the caster's skin is indeed very strong, and I was the same that time. It takes careful application of mana to force it to shed skin and flesh.

However, this blade with a blade shape is not so much a difficulty in defending/blocking intruders, but rather a gift for intruders—Nello is already calling other members to come over, trying to remove those sharp blades .

However, these step blades and the slender blades seem to be seamless and seamless, and the material of the blade body is extraordinarily hard. Because of the fear of whether there are any ferocious monsters hidden in the abyss below, the crossroads and the group are not sure. He dared to make too much noise and worked hard for a long time, but he couldn't disassemble the second half of the blade.

However, after trying many times, under the collaboration of everyone, they finally found a feasible solution.

That is to let Gansel, who has practiced the Secret Biography of Qi, use his mana to disassemble and separate the sharp blades... So Gansel can smoothly disassemble the blade of the magic weapon after a little processing every time he rests for a while.

The blade, which seemed to be detached naturally, gradually separated from the long blades of the brackets on both sides, and was about to fall towards the dark abyss below. Nello immediately grabbed the steel cable on the sharp blade and slowly pulled it back. Drag the razor-sharp piece of metal back to the platform.

Everyone immediately caught it with joyful faces, sealed the sharp edge of the blade with wet soil, and then wrapped it with a thick layer of cloth... After the cloth they brought with them was not enough, they took off their own clothes Tear it into strips, no matter what, you should bring some more loot back on this trip.

Before everyone's clothes were used up, Gansel, who was responsible for dismantling the gaps in the blades, couldn't bear it anymore. Because of his excessive use of enlightenment magic power, his head was dizzy and confused at the moment, and the light in his skull was almost uncontrollable The revelation of restlessness in the soul body.

When he used mana again to split the blade, he couldn't help feeling in a trance, and unknowingly stretched out his fingers to feel under his neck, and touched his collarbone... He felt that this sunken part was simply For natural canyons and ravines, how about digging further holes to act as doors for internal and external communication? !

When it comes to internal and external communication, Gansel thinks of the exchange of gases, the breathing of the lungs... Normally, when we humans breathe, we need to inhale oxygen through the nose first, and then the oxygen has to go through the respiratory tract to enter Lungs, this whole process is really time-consuming and laborious. Why don't we just open a door on the chest and let oxygen flow in and out of the lungs freely?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was an excellent idea. He stopped the construction of the collarbone ditch, put his bloody fingers into his shirt, and scratched his chest like a tickle. He felt his strong chest muscles and hard I just feel that this is not a job that can be done by myself alone.

Fortunately, there are good sharps here.

Gansel looked forward to the sharp blade that was still as smooth as a mirror after hundreds of thousands of years. He saw his own face through the side of the blade, and saw the hard-working lungs and respiratory tract in the ribs under the flesh and blood in the clothes... You have worked hard, Rest assured, I will soon be able to solve your problems once and for all and make your work easier and easier! ! !
He lowered his head to look at the sharp blade that the deputy leader Nello had just pulled over. The cold metal seemed to reflect his face. He saw himself in the blade nodding in agreement, and even shouted loudly: "Gan Searle, our idea is absolutely correct! Go ahead and do it boldly! This pioneering surgery that can connect the lung lobes with oxygen outside the body will definitely win us a medical award!!!”

"Ah."

Ganssel nodded heavily. He seemed to be able to see how his pioneering forward-looking surgery would be popular in the fog city. At that time, the people in the whole city would wantonly open their chests, allowing oxygen to freely enter and exit between the lung lobes.

In this way, even those who are not good swimmers don’t have to worry about drowning anymore, because the famous Gansel operation will make you like fish, and you can breathe the oxygen in the bottom of the water to your heart’s content! ! !
Thinking of this, Gansel couldn't help laughing out loud. The laughter seemed so abrupt in this claustrophobic and dark space that everyone who was busy looked up at the church member who suddenly laughed for some reason.

Then, they saw Gansel, who was inconspicuous in the past, suddenly bent his head and knees, and rushed towards the sharp knife that Mr. Nero had just pulled over—his chest was facing the knife that had not yet been covered with soil Go! ! !
Above the dark abyss, there was a slight sound, which seemed to be the sound of flesh and blood colliding.

(End of this chapter)