Cong Xi Yi Ren Kai Shi Mang Chuan Zhong Gu

Chapter 185 Hot-blooded. Prophet?

Lynch is very satisfied with the current speed, as long as nothing happens. Blind pursuit of speed cannot achieve the real goal, but it is easy to go astray.

This is definitely not because he has difficulty controlling the pyramid levitator.

The cautious Poseidon seems to have remembered the offenders like Lynch, and the dark clouds are his best response.

Clearly, Lynch's boat isn't afraid of storms.

As Lynch watched indifferently, lightning struck the pyramid and strong winds whipped the levitation engines.

In the middle of the suspended pyramid, the dwarves and the Holy Grail Knight studied the drink making machine in the spacecraft, but they only got some kind of sour refreshing liquid.

Sorian continued to adjust without belief, and slowly made a prototype of beer by trying some that were bitter and astringent, or sweet enough to make him snoring, but the dwarves needed stronger alcohol.

John is more satisfied with the unique drink that has a light bitter taste but is also full of milky aroma.

Luding struggled with the food synthesizer. Because he lacked the knowledge to adjust the machine, he only received a basic nutrient solution synthesized from air.

After he fiddled with it for a while, the elf succeeded in eating the bread, which was so spicy that he almost cried.

Clearly, this wasn't the kind of food Azul needed.

Tigris was studying the power system on the lower level, and did not feel the terrible storm outside at all, nor did he suffer from seasickness anymore.

The secrets of the ancient saints were laid out openly in front of him, but he found nothing. Sometimes he had to admit that mortals knew very little about the universe.

There was a sad technical barrier between him and the Old Ones. Even if he studied for several centuries, Teclis would not understand the magical principles of engine operation.

Because this is also the crystallization of science and technology, and Tigris's understanding of science is not deep enough.

The roar of rolling thunder did not penetrate the shell of the pyramid, and the violent storm did not threaten the warmth and peace inside the pyramid.

Until the next morning, after the levitator passed through the storm, the wind, rain, thunder and lightning could not make the mortals in the levitator feel any waves.

The sleepy-eyed Holy Grail Knight walked out of a separate compartment. Lynch didn't want to tell Sir John that it was actually a toilet.

This knight obviously regarded the independent room as a VIP room, and the flat and adjustable mimetic material in the room as a special bed.

Although it is indeed noble enough, few people in the world may have used it.

Lynch was marching against the wind and waves, and the ocean current was still fighting against the mortals who offended the sea, but what it fought against was only the empty sea water.

The levitator does not require waves or strong winds to propel it.

If there really was something behind it, Lynch hoped he could learn more about it.

Through the translucent control panel and close-up map in front of him, Lynch saw the ships passing by.

They seemed to regard the levitator as some kind of terrifying magical creation, and stayed away from the pyramid.

In a way, it is.

This is truly the ultimate creation of magic.

Not long after, Lynch ran into a wave of pirates.

They treat the floating pyramid as a treasure, and Lynch has no good way to stop them because the engine does not appear to be equipped with weapons.

Maybe there is, but Lynch didn't find it in the complicated control system.

The pirates carefully followed the pyramid and worked together to climb the steps.

Before Lynch could get up, he discovered the intruders Asur and the dwarf, and excitedly emerged from the lower level and returned to the outside of the pyramid.

It was a massacre.

The drunken dwarves started a bet with the elves using intermittent foul language. They tested the efficiency of killing. The bet was that the loser must kill ten bottles of sour drinks made by the dwarves.

Making a bet inspired the dwarf's potential. He seemed so drunk that he couldn't even hold a weapon, but when it came to fighting, the fool who underestimated the enemy suffered a big loss.

The dwarf was not drunk, although he looked as drunk as a puddle of mud.

The pirates all subconsciously rushed towards the dwarf, an opponent who seemed easier to bully.

The Sword Master of Hoth was easily won by Thorian in the bet. Amidst the hearty laughter of the dwarf, Ludin shook off the blood on his body and admitted the failure caused by his carelessness without any quibble.

The indifferent lizard man walked out of the entrance at the top of the pyramid and looked at the broken meat and blood on the steps, as well as the two young creatures.

Even the stupidest person could see the Saurus' dissatisfaction, which seemed to stem from the fact that they had soiled the hull of the levitator.

This is indeed unsightly. The originally futuristic aircraft was ruined by them and turned into looking like some kind of meat grinder.

Before Asul could sneer and redeem the elder's negative impression, Lynch activated the cleaning system, and the water flow that appeared out of thin air washed away the filth stained on the pyramid shell.

It also made the long-bearded dwarf and the Sword Master of Heth wet their bodies.

The two young creatures thought they had done something wrong, but Lynch actually hated them more for stealing his prey.

This levitator is just a consumable, and the real core is Lynch's left eye.

By the time the voyage is over, it will turn into a puddle of liquid again.

Lin Qi was annoyed by the unexpected mood swings. He returned to his seat and quietly admired the empty sea, hoping to spot the emerging sea monster so that he could vent his inner anger.

He had been away from the fight for so long that it made him uncomfortable.

The two young creatures tiptoed back to the middle level of the levitator. Asul first went to the special bathroom to clean up, and then, with the dwarf's expectant look on his face, he received the punishment of the defeated.

Luding made up his mind that no matter how unpleasant the drink was, he would not show any discomfort.

Don't expect this dwarf to get his wish.

But when Luding bit the bullet and drank the light green liquid that made him uneasy just looking at it, he tasted a taste that was far superior to Ulthuan's various precious drinks.

The sweet and sour liquid was filled with bubbles, and the bubbles exploded in his mouth, giving Luding an unspeakable sense of satisfaction.

Of course Lynch didn't know that the dwarves had synthesized some kind of soda. He was observing the sailboat getting closer and closer to the levitator. There was only one human on the sailboat with a sad face.

When Lin Qi wanted to ignore the human, the human looked directly over.

A hot-blooded species shouldn't be able to directly see something special in the distance from thousands of meters away. In Lynch's display screen, his eyes were blurred, but there was a strange solemnity.

This seemed to be a seer, or a heavenly mage, who had the power of precognition and saw the magical brilliance of the Old Ones' engine through a second sight.

Lynch initially suspected that he was the demon warlock who had just sacrificed the entire ship. However, when the levitator approached the sailboat, Lynch did not detect anything evil from his hunting sense.

On the contrary, he gave Lynch a sense of familiarity.

As he retraced his memories, Lynch found the source of the familiarity.

This hot-blooded creature gave Lynch exactly the same feeling as the Skink Seer.

Lynch instantly revealed the identity of the other party. He was an oracle! A rare, hot-blooded oracle who clearly understands his place in the universe.