Realm of Power

For more exciting novels, please go to Qingqin. For more exciting novels, please go to Qingqin. "Sabotage? You guys are really... tsk tsk..." The fat man walked towards this weird iron box with some annoyance and fun. He came to the front of the box with bright eyes, wiped the dust on it with his hand, and revealed the position of the base.

The fat man wiped off the dust on the buttons of the box with his hands, and his eyes became deeper. If it was just a suspicion just now, he was now very sure that what he saw was a safe, and what appeared in front of him turned out to be six buttons. Although the shape of the password safe is a little deformed and the specific metal material cannot be seen, the buttons of the safes lined up on it are protruding, and there are a few beside them. Even though it has been covered with a lot of dust because of the time, and a clay wrench,

Regarding his actions, Muyakdir next to him was a little confused.

He knew how attractive that thing was to anyone who came in for the first time. When he came in for the first time, he almost couldn't get out because of it. However, His Majesty Falcon behaved very strangely. He seemed to be interested in this thing. The base of things is more interesting than the iron box.

"Could it be..." Muyakedil smiled knowingly and said, "Your Majesty, there is no need to bother looking for it. Our clan has searched this place countless times in the past hundreds of years. Apart from these things, there is absolutely nothing." Keys and other things or mechanisms, but now there is not much time. Every time our clan comes in, we only dare to stay inside for 20 minutes and must leave immediately, otherwise we may be in danger of being locked in."

"Twenty minutes? That's enough." The fat man waved his hand to him nonchalantly. He didn't take Muyakodil's reminder to heart. He was looking for the fixing screw at the base of the iron box. "The fastest chapter in the novel chapter" thread. The shape of this motorcycle may be a monster in Muyakdir's eyes.

But in the eyes of the fat man, this motorcycle is really ordinary. It is just a tourist car used when the family goes on a group trip. The boxes on it are used to store some extra items.

Generally, such boxes are locked, and in order to avoid being taken away during parking, the base of the box is usually fixed with steel screws. Obviously, the Muyak people will not know this.

"Prophet Ferran, you can't play with the descendants of your subordinates like this."

At the base of the safe, the fat man took little time to look and quickly found the four screws that were obviously screws to fix the box. A trace of regret and helplessness flashed through his heart.

To be fair, he has seen that this safe is obviously not a product of this era. It is most likely something that traveled through time with Prophet Ferran, and the secret that Prophet Ferran wants to lock after death must be very important. thing,

Or maybe this is just an unintentional oversight by the prophet. Unfortunately, this small design has caused the Muyak people who guard the holy land to struggle with this for hundreds of years. They don’t know how much brain power and energy they have spent on it, and how many generations of people have been crazy about it. Nor has this extremely simple mystery been solved,

This is probably the surprise of the times. If it were such an ordinary turnbuckle in modern times, even a child would be able to use tools to easily open these hidden buttons. But for the Muyak people, this has been bothering them for hundreds of years. confusion,

After hesitating for a moment at the location of the "novel" code button, the fat man knew that he would never be able to open it, so he picked up a wrench next to him without hesitation. Since he couldn't open it in a short time, he had no choice but to take it away. His eyes focused on the four fixing screws of the base.

Vigorously twisting the screws that had been rusted for hundreds of years, the sound of squeaking metal friction resounded in the huge empty space. "Your Majesty... what are you?" Reposti looked at him with a confused look on his face. What are you doing, come and help?" The fat man shouted to the two people standing there with some dissatisfaction. Because they had not been twisted for hundreds of years, the screws were basically rusty and clinging to layers of black dirt.

The fat man spent a lot of effort to finally twist off one, and 5 minutes had passed. According to this progress, it would take at least 20 minutes to twist off all four. This is undoubtedly touching the bottom line of retention. ,

In a hurry, the fat man couldn't care less. He picked up two wrenches from the side, gave one to Reposti, and threw the other to the hesitant Muyacodil. Then he used the wrench to hit the other two screws hard. He knocked on the position and said, "Follow my actions and twist these two off."

"Your Majesty, this is blasphemous to life." Muyakdir was speechless. When he took the wrench, he almost fell to the ground.

His whole body stood there blankly, his eyes looking in disbelief at the respected Falcon and the tall and strong Reposti, who were using an unknown metal tool to painstakingly move a protruding bone from the sacred object.

Muyakedir felt like he was going crazy. In his eyes, that was a part of the body of the sacred object. In the legend of the Muyak people, these monsters created by the "Quan Guo 1262 Praise the Prophet" Prophet Ferran were just Sleep here temporarily, and the Holy Spirit who guards the prophet will not be disturbed,

In other words, the Muyak people believe that these things are alive. Although they are just sleeping here quietly, the sturdy unknown shell and the ferocious and huge appearance indicate that this kind of monster will become something like this once it wakes up. What a terrible thing

"Actually, this thing is quite exciting to twist." Reposty showed excitement on his face and showed his penetrating white teeth to him. After a painful hesitation for a while, Muyakdir raised his hands in fear. Finally he picked up the wrench with some trembling, and a flash of excitement flashed in his heart. When the wrench tightened the screw, he felt an inexplicable excitement. This is the struggle of the Muyak people for hundreds of years.

"Crack!" The crisp sound of metal falling to the ground was answered in the huge empty space. A metal screw covered with dirt bounced on the ground. The three people stopped their movements at the same time. Unknowingly, the fixed 4 All the screws were twisted out. The fat man carefully put all four precious screws into his pocket. He wanted to take these four screws back and let the research institute study them carefully.

As a modern man, he knew very well what this little invention meant to that era of machinery. The function and appearance of machinery could be ever-changing, but in the final analysis, everything was fixed by screws of all sizes, even It can be said bluntly that the entire civilization is built on screws. Without screws, there would be no possibility for that civilization to exist. The smaller the thing, the more difficult it is to copy the foundation.

Now that we have such a ready-made template, it will undoubtedly save the research institute a lot of energy. Moreover, the texture of these screws is very heavy and should be some kind of special metal.

"Your Majesty, did you hear anything?"

While he was busy, Reposti, who was near the left, raised his head uncertainly. Under his gaze, His Majesty Falcon's hands were clasping the two ends of the black box fiercely. Looking at the black box bloodshot,

Everyone wanted to know what this thing that the tribe had protected for hundreds of years was. "Rumble" the ground shook slightly again, and this time all three people heard it.

The fat man's face suddenly turned pale. He exerted force suddenly, and the black box made an unpleasant creaking sound. As he pulled it up violently, a thin hook-like iron wire was exposed under the box.

There was a sudden sound of breathing, and a grain of sand fell from the top of their heads onto the astonished faces of the three people.

"What's going on?" The sudden and concurrent sense of crisis made the fat man feel his scalp explode in an instant. With a rumble, countless fine sand poured down from the top and flowed down like a waterfall, blocking the road he came from.

"It's over, I'm dead." The fat man held the black box with a stupid look on his face.

"Look, those are the steps of the altar in the center of the city." Muyakodir shouted in surprise and inexplicable from the side. As the fine sand flowed clean, an upward passage appeared in the collapsed place.

At the top of the passage, there is the lazy carving of Prophet Phelan in the center of the Red Earth City. A bright sunlight shines down through the steps very cutely, like a beam of light.

""Your Majesty, we don't have to die anymore"

The joy of surviving a desperate situation made the three people burst into cheers. At this moment, there were no kings or ministers, no masters and servants. Everyone had never felt that life was actually so beautiful, and the air that could be breathed freely was so exciting. Comfortable and comfortable

The fat man finally understood how Prophet Ferran transported such a huge steam engine in the first place.

"Praise to the Prophet" The first thing that happened when Muyakdir ran out of the steps was to lie down in front of the altar.

For desecrating the holy relics, he made the most solemn apology ceremony to the carving of Prophet Ferran. Next to him, Reposti sat on the ground panting, breathing heavily, as if there was never enough time to "praise" The prophet, "the fat man who has never believed in any religion, stood upright for the first time and saluted the statue of Prophet Ferran, who was as unique and tender as an angel, with a pious expression.

This is a great and noble figure, or he is not good at conspiracy and politics, and is even cast aside by that inappropriate era, but he still has a heart as bright as the starlight.

Respect, freedom, life... the teachings of the sky flashed through Fatty's mind one by one. They had never been so clear. Fatty could feel that this prophet Felan valued the black box and even designed such a tragic scene to warn him. For the person who finally obtains the black box, every life, every morning, and even every inch of light should be respected. This is the true teaching of the sky.

Suddenly, Fatty felt that she should let Sky Master Palstina take a look in person. This should be the Sky Holy Cult she fought for (to be continued)