Waiting for dusk.
Amidst the silence, the three people in the driver's seat glanced at each other, their brows furrowed.
Huai Shi poked his head out. Through the window, he could see the dilapidated train station outside, as well as the sunlight that seeped through the cracks in the canopy.
It was unclear whether the sunlight was a natural phenomenon, a reflection of the Abyss, or some kind of terrifying miracle or calamity.
But generally speaking, this should be the time when the sunlight was at its brightest.
If there really was a day and night cycle here, then dusk would probably take a long time to arrive. But the question was — — why wait for dusk?
Also, why was there not a single person in the newly constructed train station?
Andrea muttered to herself for a long time before suddenly asking, "Has there been any response to our signal?"
"There's too much noise, and the Origin Substances here are weakening too quickly. Normal communication methods won't work. In addition, the campus is in a state of silence for a long time, so there's no guarantee that they'll respond to us. "
Raymond said, "We can only wait."
In other words, after leaving the Ivory Tower, they had arrived in the Infernal Realm, but they had mysteriously lost contact with the campus known as the Iron Crystal Constellation.
In the past, when they went on a long trip, they would find that the gates were tightly shut, and they wouldn't be able to stay in a guest house even if they had a letter of recommendation.
They couldn't even make a phone call.
They could only feel the strange gazes from the empty streets. Only now did they realize that they knew nothing about this place.
"Could it be that something happened to the Iron Crystal Constellation?"
Huai Shi estimated the amount of dust and decay outside the window. He felt that no one had been in charge of this place for at least a month or two, and he couldn't help but feel wary.
In the worst-case scenario, the Iron Crystal Constellation might have been fine before they left, but then be gone by the time they arrived … …
But for something this big, the school wouldn't let them continue to jump into the hole.
Even if Russell was crazy enough to arrange Huai Shi's death, he wouldn't have tied so many people to him. Compared to that, he was more willing to believe that they had encountered some unknown undercurrent while diving, and had accidentally traveled back in time to a few years later.
In the Infernal Realm, anything that was possible or impossible could happen.
It was just a matter of probability.
Silently recalling the Abyssal Survival Manual that Lucian had given her, Huai Shi was still at her wits' end. Most of the time, no matter how many ways to deal with the situation, it was useless. When faced with a situation, one had to make a decision.
Otherwise, they could only stay where they were and wait for death.
What if a Kun came down from the sky and ate the station while they were waiting here?
This was only the easiest way to die.
In the unknown and unfamiliar Hell, no one knew if their actions would bring about deeper disasters.
Sometimes, one could only choose the lesser of two evils and drink as little as possible when one was dying of thirst.
"Seal the carriage and install the overhead armor. Prioritize maintaining the operation of the depth balancer."
The leader, Andrea, raised her head and was the first to make a decision. "I remember that Raymond brought your car with you?"
"It's a support vehicle. We need drivers in Hell too." Raymond stubbed out his cigarette and asked, "Should we let the students go up? The instruments are all stuffed inside. It will be a little crowded. "
"It's more spacious than a coffin. Don't worry so much. Let's do it," Andrea said. "If we stay outside, we may not be able to help more at the critical moment."
"Do we have to wait?"
Huai Shi asked and finally looked at the stone tablet. "Could it be a trick of the Ivy League? Or … are we in the wrong place? "
"Sneaking into the Abyss requires the dual guidance and identification of the lighthouse and the destination beacon. The Ivy League may be able to interfere with the operation of the lighthouse, but without the determination to be sent to the Yellow Pages by the Astronomy Society, they would never dare to do anything in such a critical place. Moreover, with their technical ability, it would be 300 years before they could crack and imitate the beacon of the Ivory Tower. "
Andrea took a last look at the stone tablet and told him, "The stone tablet is the work of the Grand Master. If it weren't for him, I'm afraid that the stone tablet and the surrounding signs wouldn't have been left. Don't worry about the authenticity.
Before we entered Hell, we had already sent the arrival signal from the outside. As volunteers who don't know the specific situation, it's better to follow the instructions of the Grand Master. "
The Grand Master was the highest honor given by the Stonecauldron Society after reaching the peak of alchemy.
However, generally speaking, after reaching this level, it was still uncertain whether or not the Stonecauldron Society would learn alchemy. It was as if the creators never cared about the awards that would make the eyes of scholars turn red.
No one cared about those insignificant praises.
There were only eleven Grand Masters in the world today, and there was only one in the Ivory Tower. He was Mikhail Ivanovitch Zaitsev, the man who had led the construction of the world's largest crystal furnace thirty-one years ago. He was also the person in charge of this hell's subdivision, and the person who was directly in charge and the builder of the Iron Crystal Throne.
In the catalog of relics at the border, there were more than four hundred alchemy recipes that originated from his theories and inspirations. The "Summary of Crystal Material Smelting and Quenching" that could not be bypassed by all the research of Source Materials came from his hands. And this thing was just a draft that he casually wrote when he was 29 years old and waiting for his ex-wife to put on makeup.
Now, Huai Shi's alchemy was not even able to enter the field of research of other people forty years ago.
If such a big shot wanted them to wait here, then they had to wait.
They had to wait even if the sky fell and the earth cracked.
It had to be said that although the current situation was strange and complicated, after hearing the name of the Grand Master from Andrea, Huai Shi was still relieved.
It was equivalent to finding the strategy in a horror game with no chance of survival.
Don't get off the train, pull down the curtains, maintain the temperature in the room, and keep the lights on.
Then … wait for dusk.
Soon, layers of armor emerged from the body of the train with a low sound, overlapping and expanding, directly wrapping the entire train in it, like an iron turtle.
The slender train shrunk by almost a third of its length.
All the students also followed the instructions to the warehouse and entered Raymond's car.
The armor isolated the inside and outside, adding another layer of protection to Raymond's truck, and the depth balancer maintained the depth of the car to resist the erosion of the abyss.
Under the protection of the three Matryoshka dolls, as long as Huai Shi and the other two leaders were still alive, nothing would happen to them.
The next step was to wait patiently.
They sat in front of the monitor, staring at the decadent station outside. Although there was a hint from the Grand Master, their hearts were inevitably heavy, and they did not dare to relax, let alone chat.
But the more they waited, the more Huai Shi felt … that something was wrong.
Time.
He lowered his head, took out his mobile phone, and looked at the time. If he remembered correctly, it had been five hours since they had arrived here.
And the sun outside had not changed at all.
Not even the slightest bit of decline.
He was stunned for a moment, and his heart was shocked. There was definitely a problem with the day and night in this place … There was probably no way to apply the 24-hour system here, and it was possible that there was a polar day and polar night.
Three to four months of days and half a year of nights.
Dusk, however, only had a few short days of time left.
Just as he raised his head and was about to speak, his body suddenly stiffened in place, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and could not move. Only the tumbling premonition of death rose from his spine and froze him.
On the monitor directly in front of him, a dull face had unknowingly appeared.
It was like a swollen face after drowning, without any characteristics or expression.
Only an abnormally large right eye took up a third of the space on his face. Droplets of water dripped down from the hair stuck to her forehead.
It was as if it could see Huai Shi behind the monitor.
Through the camera and the monitor, it stared straight at him. Huai Shi's face was gradually reflected in the lifeless eye.
It saw him.
In the silence, Huai Shi also looked back calmly.
In his hand, the sharp steel crystals rapidly multiplied, rubbing against each other, bursting out sparks, and a sharp, almost roaring, low sound rang out.
Under the gaze of that eye, Huai Shi pressed on the sword, motionless. However, the muscles under his skin rippled slightly like flowing water.
It was as if a bowstring was gradually tightened.
A numbing, itching, and cracking pain appeared on his face. The eye stared at him, and as his skin peeled off inch by inch, the muscles underneath seemed to have come alive. They left his Achilles tendon and danced slowly, caressing his face.
The chill was approaching inch by inch.
Huai Shi held his breath.
The veins on the hand holding the sword bulged.
In the silence of death, he did not blink. The Sword of Virtue roared angrily, but it could not stop the gray color from spreading from Huai Shi's skin.
Waves of coldness emerged from the bottom of his lungs, as if he had been thrown into a frozen river, and a viscous liquid mixed with broken ice and blood flowed out from his mouth and nose.
On the display screen, the sluggish face lifted slightly, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a stiff arc.
It seemed to be smiling.
It was at that moment that a blazing light jumped out of the narrow cockpit out of thin air.
It was as if the scorching sun had suddenly descended here.
Huai Shi stood up, took a step forward, and took a step forward.
In the thin body, the silent Young Arbiter of Life's Stigmata suddenly shook, and a disaster miracle from the abyss unfolded in the vast and mighty flow of Source Substance.
After a long period of accumulation, the sword roared, and thunder burst out from the tremor. On the sharp blade, a blazing light that could not be looked directly at appeared.
The deathly silence was shattered by this soul-stirring low note.
Under the transcription of the performance method, the prelude of the Fifth Symphony was unveiled.
It was just like a sudden knock on the door in the vast and long night.
It was fate. Fate was knocking on the door.
As Huai Shi waved his arm, the sound of fate burst out.
The blazing light flashed and disappeared!
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