Chapter 49. Too Strong! He's The Boss!
The inner ring of the mausoleum was separated by a circle of red walls, and only a door stood in the South.
It was similar to the door at the entrance of the Tin Soldiers' Enclosure, but the material of the door was hard to distinguish. The color was wrong to call it brass, but it did not have the strong magic-conducting properties of red copper. The elents in the air were clearly repelled.
The patterns on the door were indeed from the Second Era. The gear patterns and the steampunk style were the three most eye-catching elents: The gray slaves, which served as the labor force, were used as the foundation; the coal, which served as the energy source, was burning fiercely; the smoke sent the steam engine into the clouds. They represented the three classes of the chanical Civilization.
Slaves, civilians, and chanics.
This was the sa as Char's mories, but also slightly different. For example, he rembered that 'charging' was the process of removing the red layer on the door. When the red faded, it ant that the charging was complete, and the brass door would open.
It should be like this.
Now, it was obvious that the charging had been completed. The blood that was sent to the door from the pipe under his feet was no longer being absorbed. Instead, it flowed out after it was full and dried up on the ground, coating it with a dark brown layer.
It was filled to the brim, but the door didn't open?
This was very strange!
Char walked a few rounds in front of the door, carefully thinking about the differences. Suddenly, sothing strange caught his attention.
Due to the fact that the entire mausoleum was still underground, there were only a few stones for illumination. Thus, a beam of light just happened to shine on the lower left of the door.
This beam of light was very strong, making the surroundings seem particularly dark. It was also because of this that one could clearly see dust moving back and forth in the turbid air.
In most cases, this could only an one thing: there was air circulation behind the door.
Gas circulation? This was very horrifying!
There was suddenly air circulation in a completely sealed mausoleum? It was as if soone was breathing through the crack of the door.
Could it be that the corpse inside had co back to life?
Char was sure that Mungo's mausoleum was completely sealed off, but the current situation proved him wrong.
He leaned over and placed his finger on the door. An icicle slowly spread out along his finger and instantly covered the place where the light ca from.
As if the hole was blocked with a lid, the dust under the light suddenly stopped moving rhythmically and began to do the Brownian movent.
There was really gas circulating!
Char's interest was piqued, and he decided to block the entire door along with the surrounding red walls. In an instant, the entire inner ring of the tomb was frozen, and it was as cold as a ghost's lair.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Ten minutes passed, and just when Char thought he had made a mistake and was wasting his ti, there was a knock on the door. It seed to co from inside, and the force was so strong that it even shattered the ice on the door.
Foosh!
The layer of ice shattered on the ground, and there was a strong suction from the door, even Char could feel the strong pulling force!
Without a word, he threw a stink bomb and drank a bottle of "Siphoning Potion" to numb his sense of sll. He watched as the stench was absorbed by so unknown creature.
He counted silently for a few seconds and heard a muffled cough coming from inside the door!
The f*ck? A zombie ca back to life?
The cough seed to ring in Char's heart, and he shuddered. He suddenly had a bad feeling and was about to leave, but the door suddenly opened, and a strong hand grabbed his neck and pulled him in. Char was about to use Shadow Phase to leave when a debuff appeared in his status bar.
[Tremble ]: Mungo's aura will make you lose your ability to move and lose control for three seconds.
F*ck! He f*cked up!
He couldn't even withstand one second, let alone three seconds!
He could only watch as the scenery in front of him continued to move backward, and he was pulled into another world.
Fortunately, the hand did not have any ill intentions toward him, and he was fine for three seconds.
Once the ti was up, Char imdiately activated Shadow Phase and moved to another spot. At the sa ti, he turned around to see who it was.
When he turned around, he was completely stunned.
Logically speaking, the one in front of him should be Mungo, but it turned out to be a mountain of at!
He was about three ters tall, and he was lying on the ground with his arms and legs spread out. His bulging stomach alone was at least two ters tall.
Its soft belly dropped to the ground, and its surface area was probably quite amazing, which made its two short legs look even more weak.
In comparison, his arms were thicker, especially his two palms. His fingers were swollen like white radishes, and Char suspected that he could crush his head with one hand, just like crushing an egg.
As for his face, he didn't have a chin or neck, or rather, he had grown into a lump. The fat on his cheeks was also pressed against the ground. He opened his mouth and took in large breaths of air, as if he had used up all his energy to grab Char, and could not even speak.
Char could not imdiately link this 'mountain of at' to the ruler of the Red Mist Empire in his mind.
How much of a shut-in he was to put himself in such a terrible condition?
It should be considered an illness!
However, the debuff just now did point out that it was a Mungo.
Mungo seed to have noticed that Char was staring at him. He turned his head and t Char's eyes.
With that one glance, Char felt as if he was in a battlefield filled with mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The cold wind whistled past his ears, the sounds of killing shook the sky, and the sll of blood and smoke filled his nostrils.
This gaze!
He was too strong!
It was the big boss!
Char took a few seconds to regain his senses, and only then did he realize that Mungo's eyes still seed to be pleading.
Why are you begging ?
Char followed his gaze and saw a row of buttons on the door.
According to his understanding of the ancient text, this was written as "vent " and then a row of buttons from extrely weak to extrely strong. The gas flow he had seen before was at the "extrely weak" level.
Char looked at Mungo's chest that heaved strongly with every breath. Every breath he took was like a broken bellow roaring.
His oxygen consumption was not on the sa level of this pile of at.
"You want to increase the hole size of the vent?" he asked.
It was not difficult to tell from Mungo's eyes that this was a sign of appreciation.
"Did I guess it right?"
"Although I don't know how you were resurrected, it's a pity that a hero of a generation has fallen to this point."
Upon hearing this, Mungo's eyes revealed a hint of nostalgia, but more of it was an urge.
He urged Char to quickly adjust the vent and send in more air.
As Char's hand got closer and closer to the door, the anticipation in his eyes beca more intense, and there was even a hint of cruel mockery.
However, when Char's hand was about to touch the door, he suddenly stopped.
He didn't do that, but turned around with a smile.
"I'm sorry, I'm not lanting about your cumberso body. I'm lanting about how you, as a war god, are trying to deceive others. You're a f*cking war god, aren't you being a little too shaless?"
Mungo's expression froze on his face, and his violently heaving chest also stopped for a mont.
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