Chapter 185: Hot-blooded. Prophet?
Lynch is very satisfied with the current speed, and he hopes nothing unexpected happens. Blindly pursuing speed will not achieve the real goal, but will easily lead you astray.
This was definitely not because he had difficulty controlling the pyramid levitator.
The petty-minded Poseidon seemed to have remembered Lynch and other offenders, and the dark clouds were His best response.
Apparently, Lynch's ship is not afraid of storms.
As Lynch watched idly, lightning struck the pyramid and strong winds blew the suspension engines.
In the middle level of the suspended pyramid, the dwarves and the Holy Grail Knights studied the beverage-making machine in the spacecraft, but they only got some sour refreshing liquid.
Sorian continued to adjust the brew in defiance, and through various attempts at making it either bitter and astringent, or sweet enough to make people snore, he slowly created the prototype of beer. However, the dwarves needed stronger alcohol.
John is more satisfied with the unique drink that has a slight bitter taste but is full of milky aroma.
Le Ding struggled with the food synthesizer. Since he lacked the knowledge to adjust the machine, he only obtained the basic nutrient solution synthesized from air.
After he fiddled with it for a while, the elf successfully ate the bread, which was so spicy that it almost made him cry.
Clearly, this was not the kind of food that Asur needed.
Tigris was studying the power system on the lower level and was completely unaware of the terrible storm outside, nor did he suffer from seasickness again.
The secrets of the ancient saints were laid out before him, but he gained nothing. Sometimes one had to admit that mortals knew very little about the universe.
There was a woeful technological barrier between him and the Old Ones, and even if Teclis studied for centuries, he would never understand the magical principles that operated the engine.
Because this is also the crystallization of science, and Tigris does not have a deep understanding of science.
The roar of the rumbling thunder did not penetrate the outer shell of the pyramid, and the violent storms did not threaten the warmth and peace inside the pyramid.
Until the next morning, after the levitation vehicle passed through the storm, the wind, rain, thunder and lightning were unable to cause the mortals inside the levitation vehicle to feel any ripples.
The sleepy Holy Grail Knight walked out of a separate cubicle. Lynch didn't want to tell Sir John that it was actually a toilet.
The knight obviously treated the separate room as a VIP room and the flat, adjustable mimetic material in the room as a special bed.
Although it is indeed noble enough, there may be few people in the world who have used it.
Lynch was sailing against the wind and waves. The ocean current was still fighting against the mortals who offended the sea, but it was only fighting against the empty sea water.
The levitator does not need waves or strong winds to propel it.
If there really was something playing tricks on him, 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 coming and going.
They seemed to regard the levitator as some kind of terrible magical creation and stayed away from the pyramid.
In a way, that's true.
This is truly a top-level creation of magic.
Not long after, Lynch ran into a wave of pirates.
They treated the floating pyramid as a treasure, and Lynch had no good way to stop them because the engine did not seem 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 climbed the steps together.
Before Lynch could get up, Asur and the dwarves, who had discovered the intruders, excitedly crawled out from the lower level and returned to the outside of the pyramid.
It was a massacre.
The drunken dwarf used intermittent swear words to start a bet with the elf. They wanted to compete in killing efficiency. The bet was that the loser had to drink ten bottles of sour drinks made by the dwarves.
The bet unleashed the dwarf's potential. He looked so drunk that he couldn't even hold his weapon steadily. But when the real battle came, the fool who underestimated the enemy suffered a great loss.
The dwarf was not drunk, although he looked as drunk as a puddle of mud.
The pirates subconsciously rushed towards the dwarf, who seemed to be an easier opponent to bully.
The Swordmaster of Hoeth was easily defeated by Sorian. Amid the dwarf's hearty laughter, Ledin shook off the blood on his body and admitted without any excuses that he had failed due to his carelessness.
The indifferent lizard man walked out of the entrance at the top of the pyramid and looked at the minced meat and blood on the steps, as well as the two young creatures.
Even the dumbest person could see the lizardmen's dissatisfaction, which seemed to stem from the fact that they had soiled the hull of the hovercraft.
This really affects the aesthetics. The originally futuristic aircraft has been ruined by them to look like some kind of meat grinder.
Before Asur could smile and try to redeem the elder's negative impression, Lynch activated the cleaning system, and a stream of water appeared out of nowhere and washed away the filth on the outer shell of the pyramid.
The long-bearded dwarf and the Swordmaster of Hoth were also soaked.
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, the real core is in Lynch's left eye.
When the voyage is over, it will turn into a pool of liquid again.
Lynch was annoyed by his inappropriate emotional fluctuations. He returned to his seat and quietly admired the empty sea, hoping to find a sea monster that would emerge so that he could vent his inner anger.
He had been away from the fight too long, and it was making him feel uncomfortable.
The two young creatures tiptoed back to the middle level of the hovercraft, where Asur first went to a special bathroom to wash up, and then, as the dwarf looked expectant, he faced the punishment of the defeated.
Le Ding made up his mind that no matter how bad the drink was, he would not show any discomfort.
The dwarf will never get his wish.
But when Ledin gritted his teeth and drank the light green liquid that made him uneasy, he tasted a taste far better than any precious drink in Ulthuan.
The sweet and sour liquid was filled with bubbles, which exploded in the mouth, bringing Le Ding an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
Lynch certainly didn't know that the dwarves had synthesized some kind of soda. He was observing a sailboat that was getting closer and closer to the levitator. On the sailboat was a human with a sad face.
When Lynch tried to ignore the human, the human looked directly at him.
A hot-blooded person shouldn't be able to see something special in the distance from thousands of meters away. On Lynch's display screen, his eyes were blurred, but strangely solemn.
This seemed to be a prophet, or a wizard of heaven, who had the ability of foresight and saw the magical brilliance of the Old Ones' Engine through the second sight.
Lynch initially suspected that he was a demon warlock who had just sacrificed the entire ship, but when the levitation device approached the sailboat, Lynch did not detect any evil from his hunting senses.
On the contrary, he brought Lynch a sense of familiarity.
As Lynch traced his memories, he found the source of the familiarity.
This hot-blooded creature and the lizard prophet gave Lynch exactly the same feeling.
Lin Qi instantly revealed the other party's identity. This was an oracle! A rare, passionate oracle who knew his own position in the universe.
(End of this chapter)
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