Luo Binhan was very willing to use a better posture to formulate their battle plan. They can sit facing each other, with a round table or strategic map in the middle, and a pen to throw against the table. Unfortunately, now they have neither the materials nor the space. He and Bang Bang had no choice but to continue lying down, discussing the next plan in the lingering corpse odor.
"We have to get out of here first." Luo Binhan said, "What happened that day must not have been anything fun."
This is an uncontroversial conclusion, but there may be few solutions that can be implemented. There are only two paths visible to the naked eye that can help them escape the threat of these fire wings: either escape to other locations in this wilderness; or escape from the pelican's mouth to other worlds.
Luo Binhan turned his head and looked at the sky outside. He saw the wings of fire flying in the sky as dense as stars, innumerable. That made him feel discouraged for a moment, but he soon turned his head back and said to Bang Bang as if nothing was wrong: "I don't think these things will only burn things that come into contact with them. Have you noticed? We are above The body of this dead pelican doesn’t look like it was burned to death.”
Bangbang agreed with some of his views. There was nothing controversial about that. The pelican looked more like it had been torn apart by random swords. But at the same time, he also suggested that it might not have been done by the Fire Wings, or how long it had been dead, because now they had discovered the pelican. A beetle's blood dries extremely slowly, not enough to be used as a basis for judging time. But in any case, they are obviously no stronger than this unfortunate pelican, and if something around here is fatal to it, I am afraid it will be the same for them.
They discussed for a while, but could not come up with any ingenious plan to escape from the ground, and the subsequent series of questions were equally worrying: The light network in the sky seemed endless, did that mean that the fire wings could chase them to the ends of the earth? Are there really enough resources for them to live in this desolate land? How can they get back to Silence?
There were too many difficulties to solve, so in the end they were forced to turn to the second idea. Luo Binhan melancholy stroked the feathers of the pelican above and had to start thinking about more important issues.
What is the source of power? He asked himself, how could the pelican be chosen as the door to all worlds? Is it the will and spirit that separates them from the mortal world, or is it the purely material body?
Bang Bang listened to all his troubles and said that it was indeed very enlightening and worthy of further philosophical analysis. He also wanted Oholt to help him recall the books he had read as a reference.
"What kind of philosophy are you thinking about?" Luo Binhan said, "What I mean is whether the transmission ability of this thing is voluntary. If it is, then we will really stay here. If it is not, let's break up now. If you open its mouth and get in, you might be able to escape."
Bang Bang's eyes stiffened. He looked at Luo Binhan, as if he was seeing a brand new universe. Luo Binhan was neither proud nor ashamed of this. He tilted his head and looked outside to judge how far away they were from the giant beak.
At this time, their position was on the belly of the pelican, surviving in the shadow of the drooped wings and trunk. Looking out from Luo Binhan's perspective, he could see the small half of the pelican's head that was bent inward, as well as its orange-red beak. The giant beak was damaged from the middle and bent into an arc that was close to a right angle. Despite this, it did not break or create any gaps enough to peek inside. That kind of closedness that doesn't show anything makes people feel that it hides some kind of secret.
Luo Binhan visually measured the closest distance between them and the bird's beak. The posture of the pelican remains is close to curled up, so the shortest distance between them and the beak is only about ten meters. If they move fast enough, they might reach the bird's beak in less than a second. That sounds a bit difficult, but Luo Binhan estimates that he can probably do it now. As for Bang Bang, Ohot seems to have his own method.
But the risk of this plan lies in the follow-up: Can they open the closed and heavy beak before it is discovered? And even if they successfully get in, what if the beak has lost its original function with the death of its owner? Not only were they unable to escape, but they also lost their temporary shelter.
Luo Binhan and Bang Bang discussed for a long time, and finally Ohot provided them with a solution that sounded the most feasible-going underground.
Ohot reminds them of this way out through Bang Bang. It claims that it can dig a tunnel within ten meters, which is an acceptable amount of work. They first need to dig a deep enough hole, preferably with a solid rock or soil area underneath, to ensure that the cave does not collapse completely. If all goes well they will access the beak through an underground tunnel and try to open it from the part that touches the ground, or simply drill a hole into it. This plan is of course a thousand times more time-consuming than simply running over, but the risk of exposure is greatly reduced. Even if the beak turns out to be unusable, they can try to find a way out underground.
This discussion cost them a lot of time and energy. Luo Binhan inevitably felt thirsty and hungry, and there was also a faint burning sensation in his lungs. He tried not to think about whether this was related to the surrounding atmospheric environment, but simply suggested that Ohot start implementing it as soon as possible.
Ohot floated down from Bang Bang's head and turned into a slightly smaller metallic octopus. Its tentacles converged downward into a sharp angle like a drill, and a finger-length laser beam emerged from the end. It approached the ground in this posture, and then its tentacles rotated at high speed like an egg beater, causing it to sink all the way to the ground.
Luo Binhan marveled at this scene for a few seconds, and then began to clean up the sand on the edge of the crypt, spreading it outside the shelter as inconspicuously as possible. Bangbang stuck his head into the cave and struggled to maintain energy supply for Ohot.
The escape operation took several hours. There were many moments when they almost failed: the tunnel dug diagonally more than ten meters deep was on the verge of collapsing; too much sand and soil accumulated at the entrance of the cave was transported, which almost attracted the attention of the Fire Wings; an unusually hard rock fell off midway, and almost failed Smashing Robin Han's foot off; the top of another rock was probably close to the ground, so they had to take a longer detour to avoid a collapse, and had to climb out of the hole to reposition the bird's beak.
Luo Binhan followed him into the hole halfway and helped transport the excavated sand to the rear. The cave was very narrow, and he could only crawl in and out. Bang Bang followed Ohot as much as possible, so he couldn't help much. When they arrived at their destination after all the hard work, Luo Binhan felt that his throat, mouth and nose were filled with sand, and his lungs were burning with pain.
He really hoped it was worth it. When they climbed through the last section of the shaft and successfully reached the Pelican's Beak, he and Bang Bang were so happy that they were almost buried in the sand trap. That caused a slight commotion, but luckily it didn't make the Firewings in the Sky suspicious.
They huddled in the gap between the bird's beak and the sand surface to rest for a while before taking the next step. This was something they had considered before digging the tunnel, because no one knew whether the transmission between pelicans depended on the integrity of the beak. They decided to minimize the damage and try to open it normally first. If it didn't work, they would then destroy it. it.
The implementation of this step was not smooth either. There were many fire wings hovering in the sky. Luo Binhan tried his best to grab the gap in the bird's beak in the shadow, inserted his fingertips and pushed up hard. Ohot also helps with its tentacles. After several minutes of struggle, Luo Binhan felt that the hard shell in his hand was slightly raised, maybe about half a millimeter. Before he could be happy, the fire wings hovering in the sky swooped down like a shark smelling blood.
Luo Binhan had to let go of his hand immediately and lay back under the shadow of the pelican's beak. He didn't know where the traces were, but this time those fire wings flew lower than ever before. They circled in groups over the pelicans, watching suspiciously for any signs of suspicion. Luo Binhan lay in the sand and waited for a long time before most of them finally returned to the vicinity of the optical network. At this time, he felt a little wet on his face, and Bang Bang was also calling him in a low voice.
"What's that on your face?" He asked Luo Binhan quietly, "Are you okay?"
Luo Binhan wiped his face and found that his hands were covered with brown mucus. At first he thought it was pelican blood seeping into the ground, but then he realized that it couldn't be just on his face. The pain in his lungs had been numbed by the high tension, but there was a wet feeling in his nose and throat - it was him bleeding.
"It's okay." He wiped his face and said, "Find a way to escape first."
They gave up on pushing the beak away and instead decided to cut a minimal hole in the bottom. To this end, Ohot brandished its laser sword, and Robin Han also took out his dagger. They took turns digging at the bottom, finally leaving some indentations on the surface.
That was a good sign, but at this moment Luo Binhan began to feel his body gradually weakening. The fingers holding the dagger began to feel cold and numb from the tip, and the feet that had been hit by the rock no longer hurt. That's obviously not a good sign.
He bit his tongue to remind himself that it wasn't the right time yet, and then asked Bang Bang: "How do you feel?"
"Me? Oh, I think this is kind of magical."
Luo Binhan turned his head and glanced at him, wondering why this timid and unlucky guy suddenly became so happy that he could live and die. But soon he discovered that Bang Bang was not describing his physical condition at all.
"What are you looking at?" Luo Binhan asked.
Bang Bang was stretching his head and staring at the bend of the bird's beak. Luo Binhan asked him several times before he finally heard Luo Binhan's question.
"I'm fine, oh, I was thinking about this. Look at this big guy's mouth, it's completely bent. It's really pitiful, isn't it? But it looks different from the injuries elsewhere. It's not punctured or cut off, but , well, I think it was twisted like this by something. That's really weird."
That was indeed a strange thing, but Luo Binhan felt that now was not the time to delve into it. He was about to remind Bang Bang not to make too much noise, but then he heard Bang Bang's scream.
"Oh, oh, no, don't—"
"Don't yell." Luo Binhan said, holding back the nausea in his chest. But Bangbang had no choice but to keep silent, and instead became more eager. Luo Binhan didn't want to pay attention at first, but when he followed Bang Bang's line of sight, he realized that the puppet roly-poly was looking at them from outside the shadow of the pelican.
It stood on the empty sand, still rocking back and forth freely, with its face facing Luo Binhan. Because it was so harmless and useless, they had already forgotten it in the chaos, and they didn't know when it escaped. Now the roly-poly was less than seven or eight meters away from them, swinging in a position with an unobstructed view of the sky.
A flaming monster fell from the sky to the ground. Its main body is a huge ring composed of a flesh tube and six eyeballs, with thin filamentous tubes wrapped between the rings, weaving a pattern similar to a six-pointed star. There are six wings surrounding the ring in counterclockwise order on both sides. The wingspan of each pair is enough to wrap around the elephant. When it landed on the ground, the wing on that side folded into the inside of the flesh ring, and the six eyes on the ring turned downwards, staring at the swinging roly-poly.
Now Luo Binhan no longer has the slightest attachment to the puppet. If he could get through all this without any danger, he would rather let the monster burn the roly-poly into a pile of ashes. But things didn't turn out as he expected. The monster just stared at the roly-poly for a moment, as if considering whether it should be killed. If it looked further forward, it would be able to clearly see Luo Binhan lying in the shadow.
Luo Binhan didn't dare to make any movement. They have a very close hope of escaping - it cannot be said to be very high, but if this bird's beak can lead to another safer world, they can leave these fire wings behind and go to find Jing Huang and Momo. Luo and Silence. He thought inopportunely of the knitted bird dolls Momolo had promised to make for each of them. Now he really hopes to get one, but it's better not to be the Pelicans.
His lungs, which had been burning, suddenly spasmed violently. The pain came so suddenly, like a sharp knife piercing through his lungs. His hands and feet began to twitch involuntarily, scratching at the sand surface wildly and uncontrollably. Then the burnt black blood overflowed from his mouth, hot and quickly drenching the ground beneath him.
The monster was already startled when Luo Binhan's hands and feet made the first scratching sound on the sand. Six bright and huge pupils like black gemstones immediately aimed at him.
Small lightning-like lights danced between the filamentous tubes in the wing ring. At that time, the last stream of black blood was still in Luo Binhan's mouth. He didn't have time to spit it out, so he raised his gun and shot at the opponent. Then he kicked Bang Bang on the inside, and kicked him to a position diagonally behind where he was less likely to be discovered.
The impact also helped him roll out from under the beak. He held the gun and fired a few more shots, each time seeming to hit the opponent's eyes, but they disappeared silently when they came into contact with the flames.
The flow of light in the wing ring was so dazzling that it was almost impossible for Luo Binhan to look directly at it. Its shape is also extremely strange, like an upright crank-handled sword. When the tip of the sword of light slowly turned towards Luo Binhan, he suddenly realized that he was very close to death. The ground looks so empty and clear from the sky, and there are countless fire wings flying in the sky.
He dropped the gun and charged forward completely selflessly. As he ran, he raised the dagger in his other hand and finished the spell without thinking. The blue flames obscured his sight, but allowed him to see clearly the pale sword in the wing ring. It aimed at his chest and shot straight out.
Luo Binhan thought of nothing. His body was running automatically, leaning as far to the left as possible. The lightsaber pierced through his right chest. At that moment, he felt as if his consciousness had been transferred from his body to the sword, and he wanted to follow it and shoot into the endless distance.
But his body is still running. He rushed to the wing ring and thrust the dagger into one of the eyeballs. The tentacles didn't feel like flesh or any other kind of body tissue at all. He felt like he had struck a piece of iron. And that eye was still staring at Luo Binhan.
The monster flew up. Luo Binhan clung to it, grabbing its golden, cold and hard body with his arms. The flames surrounding the monster enveloped him, but he couldn't let go because he would definitely die when he hit the ground.
He was burned by the golden light, and at the same time the monster was burned in the blue fairy fire. Luo Binhan let out the loudest scream he could make, but it did not turn into a ball of charcoal in the light. The intertwining of the two flames seemed to cause some kind of neutralization, and he only felt pain emanating from his body. Then his eyes began to bleed, and deep bloody holes burst out from his forehead, hands and feet, as if they were pierced by many invisible spikes.
The number of nail marks grew at an alarming rate, spreading from his palms to his shoulders. At this time, Luo Binhan was already a little confused as to whether he was still alive. He continued to hold the wing ring with his hands and feet, drew his dagger as it whirled and roared in flight, and stabbed it in the eye a second time.
It didn't have any organs that could scream, but Luo Binhan felt its pain from the frequency of its wings trembling. And every time the dagger stabbed, more nail marks were added to his body, and the blood flowing from the crack in his forehead filled his eyes - is this some kind of revenge for the injury? He was thinking vaguely, but it was very difficult to think, and breathing was even more difficult. The lightsaber that penetrated his chest obviously hurt his lungs.
He couldn't remember how many times he stabbed the thing, and how many bloody holes there were on his body. When everything suddenly became silent, he found himself surrounded by endless wings of fire.
The wing ring hovered there, its six wings stretched out quietly, airtightly surrounded by all its companions. Each monster has sword-shaped lights shining in its eyes, rings, and horns.
Luo Binhan understood.
At that time, he felt calm and surprised, and took one last look at the six-winged thing that flew above the light net, as if it was determined to destroy him together. It was really strange, but at that moment he didn't hate it at all. Instead, he felt a kind of quiet sanctity. This is a familiar experience.
He quickly climbed to the top of it and stood there looking down at the ground. The world unfolded before his eyes, desolate and vast, extending into the void without any order. It is covered with a web of light. Why does it exist? How long will it last?
He jumped.
The lightsabers fired like rain, making thousands of sounds behind him. Some of them passed in front of him or behind him, making him suspect that he had been penetrated and died. But his soul still remains in the body, controlling his gaze to lock into the center of the light network.
He tried his best to aim when he jumped, but he still missed by a lot. But fate allowed a gust of wind to give him a boost, pushing him slightly forward a few meters. When he penetrated the net of light and was about to continue falling, he barely managed to catch the short black staff in the net.
The impact left him bleeding, but he managed to hang on to the net, where he staggered for a few seconds.
What's next? He looked up at the inconspicuous black staff. It looked even uglier at this distance, its surface rough and jagged, covered in knobs of char.
What can you do? he asked the black rod in his mind. Why are you hanging here? Are you an invincible wand? Do you have any miracles that can reverse this terrible situation?
The black staff was loose.
Luo Binhan looked at it intently. He saw the web of light wrapped around it gradually burning away in the blue flames of the dagger. That caused the tip of the black staff to break away from the net first, followed by the middle section.
"Grass." Luo Binhan said, coughing blood.
He fell down with the stick. On the way down, he saw those fire-winged things swooping down towards him. What kind of death is more dignified? He wanted to try to think about this proposition, but when a monster with a pile of eyeballs rushed near him, he couldn't help but violently swung the black stick. He wanted to hang it on the monster, but he dropped it because of his excessive excitement and panic. He flew out.
Luo Binhan couldn't believe that he still had so much hidden strength and could actually fight off a monster bigger than a car. This didn't make sense at all, but he couldn't regret it anymore.
He crashed into the embrace of the earth and fell to pieces - that's how it should be. But the next unexpected situation happened. At the last moment of landing, when the black stick hanging down in his hand first touched the ground, a tide-like shadow filled the sand. It was so quiet and soft, swallowing Luo Binhan silently.
It was really like an illusion caused by the moment of death, but Luo Binhan was spit out again the next second. He was left in the sand, unaware of what was happening around him, as if in a dream. He saw the black stick rolling, almost out of the control of his arms, and the two monsters had landed with a crash, staring at him from the left and right.
Luo Binhan found it difficult to explain what he thought. But his dagger was lost in the fall, so he had to grab the black stick and swing it around like a short stick. When he grabbed the stick, he felt as if he had endless power. As long as it touched the stick, he could knock those monsters away far away and never get up again.
He dealt with two or three in succession until no more obvious threats were seen nearby. At this time, the decay of his body had made him quite weak, and he had to sit down on the ground and look at the flying wings in the sky. The lightsabers flickered between their bodies, but for some reason they never shot down. They are afraid of something that Luo Binhan still doesn't know.
Luo Binhan breathed hard, realizing that he might indeed have caught an infinitely powerful treasure, a unique magic weapon. That luck came too suddenly, but unfortunately his body could no longer support it.
His consciousness was dazed for a second, and his fingers loosened involuntarily. The black staff slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. Luo Binhan clearly felt that the thing was rolling away from him as if it were alive.
Luo Binhan grabbed it back and placed it between his legs. At this moment, it was difficult for him to even breathe, let alone speak. He could only watch as it continued to roll, trying to escape from between his feet.
There is no doubt that this thing has some kind of consciousness, at least a personality, and it doesn't seem to be able to accept Luo Binhan as its new owner. Normally Luo Binhan wouldn't care about it, but now this is about his life in danger. So he moved it with his fingers and rolled it back from the distance.
Black Rod is obviously a bit competitive. It rolled away time and time again, only to be pushed back by Luo Binhan. That was actually quite interesting, but Luo Binhan felt his consciousness drifting away a little bit.
He was seriously injured, and every wound never healed, bleeding continuously. His lungs suffered from penetrating injuries, and the pain continued to worsen due to unknown reasons. He did get a powerful weapon, but it couldn't help him conquer any danger in the world. The last thing he could do before the light of life went out was to move the weapon around like a stick.
What a pity! If he held on to the black staff tightly before his death, would Jing Huang and Momoluo, who found his body, understand its extraordinary power? He suspected that Momolo would not, but would regard it as some kind of memorial that symbolized sadness. Maybe he would weave a parrot to represent Luo Binhan and let the parrot toy step on the stick.
Luo Binhan couldn't help but laugh. His throat vomited out a large amount of black blood due to this stimulation, pouring it on the surface of the black staff.
The black staff that had been competing with him stopped moving. Luo Binhan didn't think much about it and tried to catch it. He wanted to grab it and hold it tightly in his hands until he breathed his last. But the black staff seemed to have roots in the ground, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lift it.
The black staff grew before his sight.
Those rough, charred, ugly scars are bulging from the blood of living people. They are arranged section by section on the surface of the black staff, like human spine. Then snow-white buds and leaves sprouted from both ends and developed into gracefully shaped bones. Layers of shadow wrapped around the bones, weaving flesh and skin. When the form was completely completed, all the shadows condensed and gathered at the back of her head like thin threads, turning into her night-like black hair.
A naked girl stood up from between Luo Binhan's legs. She was as beautiful as a fairy, her skin was whiter than ice and snow, and her eyes and hair were as black as ebony. There was no third color, which made people feel that there was no living blood flowing in her body. A black and white girl is like a sketch on a white paper.
She lowered her head and looked at Luo Binhan silently. Luo Binhan also looked at her as if she were seeing a ghost. At this time, everything in the world was full of hope, everything had lost its color, and only the two colors on her body were left. So he couldn't laugh anymore.
She is Asabam.
