It’s all the same, she still needs to invest extra energy to maintain the long summer.
I wish I had a Changxia knife too.
Hitzfeld sighed silently.
Even if it wasn't Changxia, but a short knife, she could use it to drag the woman through the tunnel - to prevent her from being sent back by the slippery seaweed.
In this way, if two people take turns exerting force, the physical strength will probably be able to keep up.
pity……
With deep disappointment and guilt, the girl reached out and touched the woman's hand holding the knife.
Then her heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Because she felt...
She felt more than just a hand...
Chapter 37 Tunnel Echo 2-in-1
He was surprised at first, then he gripped the handle of the knife tightly.
To the astonishment of Hitzfeld and Xia Yibing herself, she actually snatched the knife away!
what's the situation?
Xia Yibing was almost frightened to death.
It's not that she is stingy and reluctant to give the knife to the girl to play with, but Changxia, as her present spirit, can almost be said to be the foundation of her fighting power.
If this knife can be taken away by someone... Today it's Hitzfeld, who will it be tomorrow? Those evil people?
So she couldn't help but panic. It was her instinct and she couldn't control it at all.
Then Hitzfeld quickly performed several experiments.
She moved her other hand away from the woman, making sure there was no more contact between the two, and Chang Xia's touch disappeared from her left hand as if it had never existed.
"How does it feel?" she asked the woman.
"It's back..." Xia Yibing stuttered.
"How did it feel when I took it away just now."
"It's gone..."
"Can't you make another one?"
"cannot……"
"why?"
"Because I..." Xia Yibing tried hard to recall that feeling, "I had the spirit to recall and observe my nightmare...but the moment you took it away, after that, my nightmare disappeared..."
"What do you mean the nightmare is gone?"
"No matter how hard I try, I can't remember it." Xia Yibing confirmed, "I can still remember that I should have had a nightmare. In that memory, I lost someone very important and felt great pain. But what exactly it was like, what I experienced, who I lost, those scenes, faces... I can't remember any of them."
So when I took away the long summer, I was also borrowing summer's nightmare?
Hitzfeld pondered secretly.
She was not sure whether this was the power attached to the Divine Eye or the result of her body's transformation.
Because this also requires the two people to maintain physical contact. Only when the two people are in contact and the spirit is transmitted to the other party, that is, when Changxia remains in a physical state, can this kind of hand-shaking be effective.
Otherwise she still couldn't take it away, she couldn't touch Changxia in the light sword state.
The main reason was that it had never been tried before - neither of them had ever thought it was possible.
"Don't think about it now." Hitzfeld ordered her, "You conjure it out again, and I'll use it, and then I'll carry you on my back."
"No!" Xia Yibing shook her head like a rattle, "Well... I don't think I'm particularly tired..."
She knew what Hitzfeld was thinking, but how could she allow it?
I am a little tired now, but that is all. As long as I can escape, I can make up for the loss in my body.
But what about Hitzfeld? She consumes her vitality and her lifespan!
It goes without saying how precious things that can replenish lifespan are. Now she doesn't have the Nature Orb with her...that thing was taken away by the people of the Goddess Cult and they said they wanted to do an inspection. Who knows how much life she will burn?
No one ever dares to assume how long a person can live, right?
It may sound unpleasant to say this, but it's true - Hitzfeld never seemed like the type of person who would live a long life.
She noticed it when they first met.
That pale complexion.
And withered gray hair.
What if she dies suddenly from being too tired?
How could she allow the girl to continue to act recklessly?
"I can't hold on any longer. I can still feel something inside my body to some extent..." Hitzfeld said hurriedly.
The rustling sound was getting closer and closer, and they had no time to waste.
Seeing that the woman still refused, she simply pounced on her, rode on her, held her face with both hands, and gave her a deep kiss.
After a while, the two separated, staring at each other's faces in the dim environment, greedily breathing in each other's breath.
"You swear you will tell me..." Xia Yibing said.
"I swear……"
"You swear you won't die...you won't slip away from me in this way..."
"I swear!"
"Then come on!"
The woman turned over, hung her dislocated left arm on the girl's back, and showed a long knife in her right hand. She said without hesitation: "I'll go first! If you can't hold on any longer, I'll take your turn!"
Hitzfeld didn't say anything else. She helped the woman to the entrance of the tunnel and tried to crawl in a little.
My palms and knees felt slippery and it was impossible to climb up normally.
"Puchi!" Xia Yibing stabbed a knife into the bottom of the tunnel - it was quite far - then pulled the handle of the knife and forcibly pulled the two people up.
It’s better than I thought, because it’s a slope instead of a vertical rock wall, so it’s less tiring than climbing just now.
But she could only use her right arm, and after pulling it three times, it became sore and the pain from before came back.
Hitzfeld pushed her hand away without saying a word, and grasped the hilt of the knife, feeling both relieved and frightened.
If I look back now, I will definitely not see anything, but judging from the noise, the crabs should have caught up with us.
But due to the slippery tunnel, I was unable to keep up with them for a while.
If I hadn't held the knife handle, we would have slipped right down...
There is no need to ask what the consequences of sliding down will be.
With this feeling of relief, Hitzfeld began to try to climb the tunnel with the long summer knife.
The good news is that she has two hands to use. After pulling out the knife, she can use her left hand to hold the groove for insertion, close the distance and then insert the knife out, which is more convenient.
The bad news is that she is really unskilled, and there is something wrong with her "unit physical fitness", which is very little.
If Xia Yibing's physical strength is 100, she can recover 10 point every 1 minutes.
In that case, her physical strength can be regarded as 30, but it can be restored to full in 2-5 minutes.
You can push it up, but it's uncomfortable.
And the woman on his back was indeed not light.
Halfway through, Xia Yibing wanted to get the long sword back, how could Hitzfeld let her do as she wished?
She was not just concerned about the other party, but it was not clear whether there would be other dangers up there... As Xia was the strongest fighting force that could be relied on at the moment, it was necessary to ensure her physical recovery.
We can't let Xia lose any more energy.
Hitzfeld thought to himself.
This is considered from the perspective of the overall situation.
To get away from here...
To find the way to the ocean...
It would be best if Lily didn't walk on it...
At least let her take Xia with her to swim up...
Sixus will definitely not leave if he can't find us. There is plenty of food and drink on the ship, and the fleet will stay on it for at least 40 hours...
As long as Xia can go up, they will know the following situation...
I just need to hold on a little longer...
If you hold on for a while, you will all be saved...
Although she thought so, she still felt her eyelids twitching.
The physical strength is exhausted - replenish the vitality - exhausted again - replenish again.
This process repeated itself over and over again. The accumulated fatigue in her body made her consciousness begin to become hazy, and those empty whispers that she had long been accustomed to blocking out began to echo clearly again.
Thank you Insomnia.
Thank goodness I'm an Eclipse, at least I won't fall asleep like this.
"Deca...I can't hold on any longer..."
What...sound...
"I can't hold on any longer, Deka... please... don't abandon me..."
who is it……
Who is speaking?
With a start, Hitzfeld looked up suddenly, only to see a middle-aged man with a ferocious face lying next to him.
He was wearing a rough leather tights and a water cap, had a black mustache on his lips, his brows were furrowed, and his pair of deep eyes were staring intently.
Is he...looking at me?
Hitzfeld looked at himself and noticed nothing except a bulge in his chest.
The middle-aged man was obviously exhausted. He was holding a small pickaxe in both hands, with the pickaxe head inserted into the gap in the tunnel to keep him suspended. His lower body was almost completely exhausted, and he was hanging on this fulcrum.
"I can't do it."
Then she heard a second voice.
This time she saw no one, only an echo, as if a ghost whispered: "I can't do it Bricher... I only have a little strength left, and if I pull you, we will both die down there."
"Please, Deka..."
The middle-aged man looked desperate. He stretched out his hand towards this side with great effort, as if he wanted to grab something.
"I... don't want to die..."
"I am the hope of my family..."
"I can help you... Deka..."
"From now on, we are both Golden Knights... I can help you... do anything..."
Hitzfeld stared at his face and saw hope, flattery, humility and pleading in his expression.
But the voice still rejected him.
"I don't want to give you hope and then snuff it out."
"That's the truth, Bricher."
"So, I'm so sorry."
The emotions on the middle-aged man's face faded away little by little.
