The eye, as a fatal weakness of almost all living things, is especially prominent and obvious in humans. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info they're too fragile, and behind them is the brain. Without the protection of hard bones, when attacked, there is no solution.

The two swords completely destroyed Francri's brain tissue, mixing a mixture of blood and white matter, and a large mess was in Francory's cranial cavity, and some of it was squeezed out of the eye socket. His physical struggles disappeared in an instant, leaving only intermittent nervous twitches. The original vigorous breath of life also disintegrated in an instant, blending into the falling water droplets, flowing on the ground. But the death of the brain did not stop Francie's body, embedded in the thin iron sheet. The dragon tissue agitated under the skin was still fully alive for the time being, and they did not lose anything because of Franri's death, but the mental inhibition disappeared at this moment, allowing them to be liberated.

The organs of the body are well protected by the bones, and without the regulation of the brain, they will gradually die in the near future. But before dying completely, it seems that it can be used for some time by the proliferating dragon tissues. The bright red muscles twisted into a rope-like shape, piercing the skin one by one, and the corpse burst out, like a coiled old tree root enveloping Francri's body, like a cocoon made of rope, standing there.

"It's over?" Lena and the others gathered around, looking at Franci, who had turned into a cocoon in front of her, and looked at Kasia and Horror.

Iyetati slashed past a few swords, and a bunch of rope-like muscles landed on the ground, fluttering and shaking, stirring the water flowing around them. The flames were almost completely extinguished by this time, and the surrounding light was dim again.

"It must be over, these things have lost most of their vitality, although they have become more irritable, but even if the energy is enough, the amazing recovery ability is no longer there, and what remains here is just a dead body trying to struggle. Iyeta said, kicking the fleshy cocoon to the side and falling to the ground and writhing. She had cut a few large tears on it, and her wriggling muscles were like caterpillars looking for food, and she raised her head. They want to reconnect, but not at an order of magnitude faster than they used to be. Moreover, this speed is also rapidly decreasing in parallel with the decay and death of various organs in Francory's body.

The other four looked at each other and nodded in agreement with Iyeta's words, but none of them were willing to answer again.

The terrifying eyes are bright, and there are a lot of thoughts in them, but they are all imprisoned in the eyes, and they will not be seen by outsiders. His gaze swept over the faces of the other four, and finally lingered on Cila's face for a little longer. At the end, Francis wanted to cry out, begging for someone to save his life. Although the sound did not reach his throat until the end, the obvious shape of his mouth was visible to his eyes.

He was shouting "Sila", convinced that he was right. And the one who saw Franci's mouth before he died was also Cassia on the side.

There was only seriousness on Kasia's face, and he couldn't find anything he wanted to know, let alone expression. He put away his cane and sword, and followed Kasia's gaze ahead, where there was only a container of twisted iron, small streams of water flowing slowly, the flames behind him were almost extinguished, the fire extinguishing hose overhead no longer spilled a lot of water, and the air became cold.

Hack and Iyeta took a step forward almost at the same time, slashing out several swords with a few sneers. The tin sheet was sliced open, and they each kicked it into the dark depths of the box.

"Don't want to go in and have a look?" asked, leaning the pitch-black cane on the iron plate rack and looking at the gap in front of him that could accommodate people to enter. Neither he nor Iyeta walked in, standing and staring at Kasia as he asked.

Kasia shook her head, and instead took a step back. In the sense, there was a huge faint feeling in the container in front of him, yes, and now this feeling has become very strong. The increase in distance makes the number of escalations of this feeling enormous. They are like sunlight that is about to envelop Kasia. The rest of the tactile senses were almost overwhelmed by this intense induction. And Francri's induction had indeed disappeared just now, but behind her, the induction on Cira's body was gradually heating up, and it was gradually heating up, making Kasia feel uneasy. What would be in the box, this sense seemed contagious, and both Sila and Francri were contaminated with this aura.

What did they gain and what did they lose? No one may know anything but that they know each other.

Kasia looked ahead. The two openings were opened wide, and a lot of light that was not bright shone through, revealing a corner of the huge box where the contents were stored. But the darkness that has been buried in the soil for a long time is still the main style. Through the light leaking through the gap, there was a pile of rock-like things. The surface is very smooth, as if it has been sanded with fine sandpaper, and there is a faint reflection of light.

There is an ancient atmosphere on it, and even if you don't see the whole picture clearly, even the scenery of this corner is vague, but the first image it gives people is the same. They have the texture of stone, much like the rock formations that have been pressed down deep underground. They are more like metals that have been cleverly fused together, and the ratio is just right. The texture is absolutely extremely hard, which is judged by the tactile sensation transmitted by the eyes without hesitation, like the bones of Franry, and the breath on them tells those who see it that I am several times harder than steel.

There are carvings on these stones, as if they were a kind of text, or like a pattern, or maybe both. Whether it is a font or a pattern, there is a power that attracts people to stop and look at it. Cassia didn't know the meaning of the words, and they couldn't understand what the pattern was trying to express. But in their minds, it feels as if they know something.

The notch's field of view is very limited, and several stones of different shapes are joined together, and the joints are rough enough, as if the workers had simply and crudely welded them with welding torches. There was an unknown substance stuck in the seams, similar to human soft tissue, presumably fossilized, but it still looked soft and elastic, and Cassia thought it could still move flexibly.

Moving their gazes, several people took all the range of the glimmer into their eyes. The few fossils that can be seen are not just about words and patterns. There is also a pattern to follow in the splicing between them, and what objects are composed, there is a faint hint of a claw appearing in it. (To be continued.) )