Hitzfeld felt that this could only be the reason.
It was at that time... She had almost used up her last bit of energy to decipher the secret of the gate. When the mutated "Ma Kai" launched an attack, she couldn't even see the figures within one meter. You can imagine how mentally depleted she was.
But she does suffer from insomnia.
The curse once again gave her "restoration" at a critical moment, perhaps at the cost of overdrawing her vitality, allowing her to restore her body functions in the following period of time.
It’s definitely not peak condition, but there’s enough energy to use as fuel.
So the fire just now, could it be that...
With a twitch of his mouth, Hitzfeld ordered Russell: "Help me move all these slabs away! Quickly!"
Russell said nothing and just did as he was told.
The stone slab that Hitzfeld could lift up would naturally be no problem for him in his current state.
Soon, seven or eight of the surrounding stone slabs were lifted up. Hitzfeld didn't dare to waste any time, and didn't dig the soil carefully. He just put his hand into the soil and probed down.
Bear!
A second flame burst out from the black soil.
Bear!
Bear!
The third one, the fourth one.
By this stage, her face was so gloomy that it looked like water was dripping out.
"...What happened?" Sixus struggled to sit up.
She could tell something was wrong.
But she was a little...afraid to guess.
"There's something wrong with the formation diagram." Hitzfeld's shoulders trembled, and he turned his head slowly, staring at the woman who was lying on the ground and twitching.
What on earth did we do…?
"You said there's something wrong with the formation diagram? That's impossible, right?"
The blood color that Sixus had managed to gather with great difficulty disappeared from his face once again.
"Didn't they say that the Dragon Tomb was sealed? He has been locked outside for so many years, how could he have the opportunity to... do something like this..."
The further she spoke, the smaller and lower her voice became.
"You thought of it too." Hitzfeld muttered in a low voice.
"Yes, he was locked out... for all these years..."
"But think about what kind of life he is..."
"Who can be sure that what was driven out from here was all he had?"
No one speaks.
Apart from Xia Yibing's painful gasps as she curled up on the ground, no other sound could be heard around.
Sixus was completely numb.
So is this still a scam?
Bokan...that guy could have killed Xia Sha directly, but he insisted on using this method...he just wanted to force them to open the fourth-floor door?
Part of him was locked behind the gate.
And this part of him has been living in there for decades.
He had enough time to do anything to anything on the opposite side, and the formation diagram inside should have been dirty long ago.
Yes.
His purpose must be to get this part of himself back; he wants to complete the concept of "Bokan" again.
He just couldn't open the door and needed their help.
And they actually——!
Not only did they fulfill each other's wishes perfectly, they also gave this dirty stuff to Xia Sha to eat...
Then wouldn't she...
Boom!
Suddenly, the stone slabs around it flew up by themselves.
Black shadows emerged from the soil, gathered in the air a few meters away, and vaguely outlined a human figure.
"You are indeed difficult to deal with..."
The humanoid flesh made a series of distorted sounds.
"But it seems that I won in the end..."
"No."
Hitzfeld looked up, interrupting it with a smile on his face again.
This is not an ordinary smile, it is a bit weird... it has a hint of freedom and relief.
"It's like so many people have sacrificed themselves for victory... I sometimes wonder, why can't I be the one who sacrifices?"
"…What do you want to say?"
The humanoid flesh and blood had roughly condensed into the image of Bokan. He frowned, feeling a little uneasy.
Hitzfeld ignored him and remained kneeling, reaching out and holding the trembling woman in his arms.
She didn't seem to be afraid of the consequences at all.
"The Nature Orb governs healing, life, fertility, and fusion..."
She looked up again, and this time everyone could see the blue light in her eyes.
"Remember what Kyle originally wanted to turn it into..."
"Don't touch her—"
The whispers were mixed with the monster's roars.
At that moment, Blood Shadow accelerated and pounced towards this side, with that ferocious expression almost frozen in mid-air, forming a sharp contrast with Russell's face as he calmly blocked it.
But they did not produce any collision.
Too late.
The next moment, a bright blue light suddenly appeared, and the two figures disappeared in the light curtain.
Then, vaguely, another figure stepped out.
With a different breath.
With sublimity.
And sacred.
Chapter 134 The Heirs
Self-sacrifice is a crazy enough idea at any time, but most people rarely think about it.
But are there ordinary people in this era?
Even in Sarah, even in Blackwood City near the center, the iron gates embedded in the corridors and the iron felt on the windows still left a deep impression on Hitzfeld.
She couldn't imagine that people who lived and grew up in such an environment were "ordinary people", just as she never thought that the people in the country where she lived in her previous life and who had endured the most difficult era were "ordinary people".
If we really examine these people according to comprehensive mental health standards, they all have problems.
But she never thought that this was a problem with people - it should be a problem with the times, a microcosm of the times, and it was the times that created such a background and suffering.
You live in such an era. You are different from others, and what is special is you.
So she doesn't think the idea of "self-sacrifice" is crazy, because in the era and environment she currently lives in, too many people take it as a daily routine.
Not to mention those professionals, not to mention the knights, not to mention the soldiers, even among the civilians, there is someone who is willing to sacrifice everything to save the country.
From this perspective, there was nothing wrong with her thinking about these things. She just did the same thing as "normal people" and made adequate plans in advance.
[Since the Nature Orb is so magical, if Xia cannot be saved in the end, I can give it a try and merge a part of her with me...]
She had thought so before deciding to enter the fourth floor.
Her body was known to be resistant to infection. Whether it was because of the blood of the gods or because the virus was also afraid of the flesh of evil gods, they had no effect on her and would burn when they touched her.
So it’s not difficult to think of this, isn’t it? If she can use the “fusion” method to forcibly “transfer” the infected part of Xia’s body into her own body, what will happen to the contaminated flesh and blood?
It would probably...either break through her body's defenses and infect her, or be burned to ashes by her defense mechanism.
No matter which outcome, Xia can be saved - this is the outcome she most urgently desires and hopes to achieve.
As for the price/performance ratio...
To say that if Aisuen Hitzfeld were alive, her value would far exceed that of Shasha Imaar being alive... She was too lazy to even think about it.
She has seen too many sacrifices and deaths, and perhaps from the accumulation of emotions she has been eager to try.
And she really wanted to figure out a problem that had troubled her for a long time, that is, the new mimicry method that Dragon God Kyle had developed.
Can you really mimic a human?
From the perspective of others, they only saw endless flames.
The blue light, the ground, the darkness... everything seemed to be distorted in the high temperature. Sixus was forced to jump up despite his injuries, and even Russell frowned and looked at the floor.
It is no exaggeration to say that the ground is no different from an oil pan with a huge fire.
The soles of his feet were already half cooked, and the trend was spreading rapidly upwards.
Sixus needs to jump back and forth to ensure that his calves do not become pig legs, and this is because they are "not human". If it were an ordinary person, he would probably be roasted to death.
The air was fire, and even breathing caused severe pain in the lungs.
They just couldn't understand it - what on earth could interfere with the most basic temperature?
The place where Hitzfeld was standing seemed to have become the source of the mutation. It was a ball of flickering fire, emitting endless light and heat, so scorching and brilliant that only her light and shadow outline could be vaguely seen.
Isn't she hot?
The same thought arose in their minds at the same time.
But the influence is so exaggerated, at the center of the temperature... the source, what on earth did she do...
"impossible……"
A few steps away, the blood shadow monster was also being roasted by the high temperature.
It was obviously more affected because no matter how well-educated it had been to claim that it was a human being, the body it now controlled was defective compared to the others standing here.
It hadn't even had time to shape its most powerful and comprehensive defense organ, the skin. The high temperature penetrated deep into its body without any hindrance, roasting it so that it was smoking and emitting an extremely strange burnt smell.
And it's not limited to this body.
Temperature has a comprehensive impact on the environment. When this terrible change continues to spread and spread, the entire dragon tomb will change accordingly.
Especially for it, which is getting familiar with and awakening the remains, this is no less than installing a furnace inside its body!
Endless pain attacked its consciousness from all directions at the same time...but for it, for the concept of Bokan's existence, all this was still nothing compared to the fear in its heart.
"impossible……"
Under the scorching heat, it did not move forward for the first time, but took a step back. The world in its eyes disappeared bit by bit, leaving only the swaying figure in the firelight.
"Although Kyle has researched it... he has never used it on himself..."
"How could he possibly succeed..."
"No...it should be said that it is impossible for anyone to succeed..."
"She's gone!"
“She’s dead—!!”
Fear awakened some memories.
