Chapter One Thousand and Twelve Heartfelt Voices

The circle is difficult to grasp. Although it varies from person to person, most people with telekinetic ability cannot expand the range of the circle, and it is even difficult to release it.

Of the three remaining soldier bodyguards, only the young man with a cropped head knew how to use circles.

When the light source could not be turned on, he proposed to use the circle to scout the dark surroundings.

This was not a whim, but he clearly felt that there was a certain line of sight watching him in the darkness, and there were more than one or two.

In fact, while asking the question, he wondered if he was being too sensitive.

At least, before his teammates answered, he was not sure that his feeling was correct.

"I feel it too, and... a lot."

"Well, but we have been in for a while, if there is really something here, it would have attacked us long ago, right?"

As telekinetics, the other two bodyguards are also more sensitive to this aspect, and can sense multiple lines of sight from the darkness.

Their answers made the inch-headed soldier confirm his feelings, and the chill that rose from his spine became stronger and spread to his whole body in an instant.

Both Jim Carrey and Norman are non-intellectuals, and they didn't feel the slightest difference. Hearing the conversation of the three soldiers at this moment, they panicked even more than the authorities.

In such a quiet and invisible environment, what kind of situation is the scariest?

You don't know what is watching you in the dark.

And when you know something is watching you from the dark, you don't feel it.

Can't hear it, can't see it.

But something that threatens your life is literally all around you.

Perhaps, that thing is looking at you, only a slap away from each other.

However, you are not even aware of it.

Jim Carrey and Norman have no ability to protect themselves. If something happens, the fate and results are self-evident.

The former was still barely able to maintain his composure, while the latter was already on the verge of collapse besides holding tightly to the glass cover where the vanilla was stored.

Perhaps deep down in his heart, he knew very well that this grand crossing operation would end in failure.

Such a huge and luxurious team, even if they got the vanilla, they were the only ones who survived, and there were only three people who could be called combat power.

With them alone, how to cross the sea of ​​trees that took the lives of hundreds of team members.

If you don't cross the sea of ​​trees, you can't go back to the coastline, and if you don't go back to the coastline, how can you go back to the Six Continents.

"Failed, failed again, human beings, is there really no way to get hope..."

Norman's fingertips pressing on the glass cover turned white, and the expression of panic and despair on his face was invisible to everyone in the dark.

In the history of the crossing, every human country in its heyday has made every effort to challenge the Dark Continent one after another, but all of them have failed.

And this sailing challenge brought together the strongest teams from the five great countries, but they still failed, and they failed when they were only a short distance from success.

The Dark Continent document, which has been sealed up in the database of the Transit and Navigation Bureau so far, has rows of cold numbers recorded on it.

This action will also become a number and be recorded on it, right?

A brand new number full of unwillingness and despair.

"This place... is not something we... can get our hands on."

"Any kind of possibility can trample countless lives on the ground like little bugs."

Norman's eyes widened slowly, and the luster in the pupils gradually brightened and dimmed, making them look extremely hollow.

Being here, there are unknown risks in the darkness, but at this moment, he, who is on the verge of physical and mental collapse, has completely given up resistance.

Only the hands holding the glass cover tightly may still harbor a little bit of hope.

Norman, is an old man.

It doesn't just refer to age, but also refers to the time when he was exposed to related research on the Dark Continent.

As a researcher who wants to find out the true face of the so-called "hope" and "disaster" by means of research, he has the opportunity to study "hope" as he likes,

It was what he had always dreamed of.

Because he is well aware of the strength of the country, even though he is very clear about the upper limit of the threat of disaster, he still firmly believes that one day humans will [raid] the Dark Continent, just like the current Six Continents...

Human beings should be at the top of the biological chain and wantonly enjoy all the things that can bring benefits in the biological chain.

But now, he realized that the thoughts he had kept deep in his heart were too naive.

That's right, the Dark Continent is Pandora's box, and human beings lack the ability to even open the box, let alone get their hands on it.

"Here we are, so small, so small."

The corners of Norman's lips moved slightly, muttering to himself.

He was on the verge of collapse, completely unaware that another human team in the ancient labyrinth city not only got more than 400 leaves of vanilla here, but also picked off the mature Nitolomi in the swamp.

Just as Norman's inner activities were extremely rich, the three soldiers discussed while slowly moving in, and finally decided to let the inch-headed soldiers release the circle to explore the surrounding environment.

On the premise that there are monsters chasing soldiers behind him, releasing Yuan in the dark can easily reveal his position.

However, in order to seek peace of mind and find out the source of sight in the dark, they decided to use circles.

The inch-headed soldier concentrated his breath, manipulating the thought power covering his body, imagining that he was blowing bubbles, blowing the thought power out of the light film, and expanding towards the surroundings.

It is indeed difficult to master this extremely demanding skill for manipulation.

Bunny soldiers can use circles, but they need imagination to help them.

As a result, in the process of using Yuan, he is extremely fragile.

The round film of light seeps through the darkness, slowly advancing outward.

That light was invisible to Jim Carrey and Norman, but in the eyes of the other two psychic soldiers, it was as conspicuous as a light in the dark.

"How is it? Did you find anything?"

The soldier carrying Norman lowered his voice and asked nervously. In fact, he hoped that the inch-headed soldiers could finish their investigation quickly, and then take away Yuan, so as to avoid being noticed by the chasing monsters.

"Clutter, tables, cabinets, lots of... jars."

The inch-headed soldier's facial features were tangled together, trying to distinguish and analyze the shape fed back by the circle.

In just ten seconds of detection time, there were signs that the circle he released was about to collapse.

The good news is that for the time being, he hasn't found any kind of creature or shape similar to the parasite of human gold and silver ingots.

But before they had time to rejoice, the bodies of the three soldiers were all shocked.

When the round film of light slowly swept across the front obliquely, dozens of slightly narrowed eyes... Just like this, a little white light leaked, floating in mid-air, staring at them.

"!!!!!!"

.........

The ancient labyrinth city, the roof of a certain wall building.

Giles was pulled to the top of the building by Madge's thoughts, and after seeing Luo and his party, he lost consciousness after only saying a word.

This immediately made it difficult for Luo.

He also wanted to get information from Giles, so he definitely couldn't wait for Giles to wake up naturally.

Lao Bai's [Fool's Means] can only summon the breath of an archangel if he is lucky enough to make Giles heal instantly, otherwise, it will take a long time.

Therefore, the only way for Giles to wake up immediately is... to burn jelly grass and lichen.

The current stock of burning jelly grass is pitifully small, so it is naturally impossible to use it on Giles as a life-saving tool.

If it is lichen, it can be weighed.

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