The red rose of the age of elves

Chapter 357 Intertwined Faith

"Throw it away, that kind of truth."

"If your truth is that level, then give up!"

Mo Ran was taken aback, and raised his head.

"What's the matter? Surprised?" Gabriel asked in confusion as he walked behind him.

"I heard that voice again." Mo Ran frowned and asked him to abandon the so-called truth. What does this elf want to do?I recognized myself before, why did I start to doubt myself again?Or let yourself fall into self-doubt?
But how could Mo Ran's faith be shattered like this, he was extremely firm in his heart, and nothing could stop him from moving forward.

"Who knows..." Gabriel murmured, "I didn't hear anything."

Mo Ran sighed helplessly, and continued to walk down. He glanced at his watch by the way. It was already nine o'clock in the evening. The two of them had replenished food on the platform before, so they didn't stop.

"..."

The two continued to walk down. Gabriel was constantly sweating, which forced him to take off his coat and wipe his sweat with the towel he carried with him. In this regard, he has repeatedly muttered that Michael is a pervert , Being able to adjust your body temperature by yourself is really cheating.

He is also one of the few people who knows Michael's physical condition.

From Gabriel's point of view, the pervert number one in the original angel team is Michael, and the pervert number two is Sariel.

Gabriel was thinking about something, when suddenly his eyes flickered, and Mo Ran's figure disappeared immediately.

"Grass, where is Michael?" Gabriel was taken aback by such an outburst, a big living person disappeared in front of his eyes, even anyone would be scared to death.

"I'm here... No, why did I come down here?" Mo Ran looked around and cursed directly, "Which super elf is playing a prank?"

"Wake up, there are only ghost elves here." Gabriel looked at Mo Ran who was at least 20 meters away from him, and sighed deeply.

If it is vertical, Gabriel can still try to jump, but the crystal is more than ten meters away from his plane. He does not have a jumping device for high-dimensional movement, and it is impossible to go to Michael's side. possible.

"What should I do?" Mo Ran shouted at him.

"If I don't want to go back, I'll forget it. You have Elledo anyway." Gabriel also shouted, "I have a super elf, just send it out."

"...That's fine." Mo Ran snorted, "I'll continue to walk down, see you later."

"Don't die." Gabriel said abruptly.

"Shut your crow's mouth." Mo Ran cursed, walking towards the depths alone.

The deeper he went, the more his body was exhausted. Judging from the surrounding environment and the clothes on his body, the surrounding temperature was getting higher and higher.

This is not a good sign.

Whether it is the heat generated by the earth's crust or the heat generated by the elves, the temperature will consume more and more of his body, causing the various functions that originally maintained his body to lose control and eventually stop functioning.

Stopping the operation means that the instrument that makes his heart beat all the time will stop working, but physically, it symbolizes death.

Mo Ran quickly took out the energy bars stored in the shadow, but found that due to the surrounding temperature, these energy bars had turned into a puddle of energy juice.

He hurriedly brought the energy bar to his mouth, and in this case, if he could replenish some, he would replenish some.

The energy in the energy bar has volatilized too much, causing the supply to be unable to keep up, Mo Ran thought.

Mo Ran took out more energy bars from his shadow and began to inhale them quickly.

He felt his heartbeat change from the original fast beating to steady, and he couldn't help but let out a long breath, if he died here. . .It was really a dead body.

Mo Ran wiped the corner of his mouth and sighed, he didn't expect such a situation in the underground of Dragon Spiral Tower.

"Ambient temperature... 54 degrees." Mo Ran quickened his pace, hoping that the elf who made him sense this thing would not let him die here.

. . . . . .

"Master N, please walk the rest of the way alone."

Babina said softly, staring at the grown-up youth.

The Seven Sages, including Quecchis, all stared at the green-haired youth.

N smiled faintly, looking at the steps going up.At this time, the bright moon was in the sky, and the moonlight passed through the dilapidated buildings and gently sprinkled on the ground.

At the end of that road platform, is a throne.

Broken Throne.

In front of the throne, there is a container, and a black sphere is placed stably inside the container.

In other words, it is a relatively large sphere, the surface of the sphere is covered with wonderful lines, and the color is a completely opaque black color.

The smile on N's original face suddenly became painful. He covered his head and knelt down on the ground, as if he was enduring something, or perhaps enduring something.

"Lord N!" Helena took a step forward, but was stopped by Quecchis.

"Here is his trial." Quecchis said bluntly, his voice clanging. "If he can survive and get Zekrom's approval, it will be the victory of the Plasma Corps."

"Yes, Lord Kuiqisi."

The rest of the six sages bowed their heads and said yes, leading the squadron leader, squad leader and soldiers of the plasma regiment down the platform.

"You guys go down too." Quecchis said to the Sharp Knife Squad and the Phantom Squad, "Keep an eye on the Spiral Tower of the Dragon and keep in touch."

"Yes."

The Sharp Knife Squad and the Phantom Squad bowed their heads at the same time, and then left with neat military steps. Their task now is to spread out and ensure that no one or elf approaches the Dragon Spiral before Lord Quecchis informs them of the new mission. tower.

"N, relax, try to communicate with Zekrom." Queches leaned on crutches, like an old man in his twilight years entrusting his hopes to the next generation.

N groaned in pain, as if he had seen some terrible memory, or was communicating with someone.

Suddenly, he fainted on the platform, in front of the throne.

"Master N!" The two girls exclaimed in a low voice, and they were about to step forward to help him up.

"Boom!" Quekis slammed his cane on the ground, "Don't touch him."

The two female birds withdrew their hands as if in shock, and looked at Kuiqisi, their adoptive father.

"If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight!" Queches said forcefully, "All we can do is to watch him here and hope that he will succeed."

"Yes, foster father." The two women bowed and retreated at the same time.

Queches looked down at N's fainted figure faintly, his emotions couldn't be seen in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)