Aoki walked through the tired bones, kicking and kicking the ground, like a monk's wooden fish, monotonous but with a kind of power to soothe the soul.

He climbed up to the altar and saw that the altar was already full of rain and turned into a square pool. The water is crystal clear, and you can see the phantom of the black stone at the bottom of the pool. Some of the larger stones are exposed on the water surface, like small islands on the sea.

Aoki looked around, with a familiar feeling. He walked around the edge of the altar, only to remember the distribution of the rocks above the water, just like the location of Tabu Island marked on Petru's chart. This sacrificial pond filled with rainwater has become the epitome of the waters of the South Pacific.

He finally understood why the Swordfish hadn't rotted before. Ronald Cohen activated the Altar of Fire, which corresponds to the Pyramid of Giza, which is the Sahara Desert. Will the altar be gradually covered by sand and wind, becoming the epitome of Sahara? In this way, the phenomenon that the Swordfish's hull does not rot can be explained. But how did the people in that boat survive the water shortage?

Aoki returned to the lake, found some new resin as the torch material, made a few torches, and then returned to the Swordfish.

The moment he entered the hangar, he saw other people still retaining his posture and eyes when he went out, like a frozen photo. When he walked in, they suddenly moved.

Aoki felt like he walked into a painting.

The only thing to worry about now is whether the ship outside will rot and sink. If the ship sinks, then the water will flood in. They are not sure how long it will take to get rid of the deep well of time and space after the shipwreck.

Next, they took Situ's atomic clock of consciousness as the standard, and went out every two hours to observe changes in the external environment and the hull of the ship. Of course, the problems of eating and internal emergency are also solved outside, and the food stored in the hangar is reserved for the last emergency backup.

The first time I went out, there was little change from what I had seen before. Everyone had a picnic on the rusty deck and brought some fresh water and dried food back to the hangar because no one knew what they were waiting for. What will happen outside of time.

When they went out for the second time, they found that the hull had become more rusty. Many of the hatches could not be opened. The deck was too rusty to get your feet down. People were worried that they might break a hole at any time. Fortunately, the steel plate of the Swordfish's hull is thick enough to be sturdy despite corrosion.

When they went out for the third time, they found that the water level of the lake had risen, and the Swordfish, which had been stranded, floated again. It was a miracle that a ship that corroded so badly could still float on the water.

But when they went out for the fourth time, they found that the hull seemed to be flooded. Fortunately, the water level dropped again at that time, and the boat ran aground on the lake again. The lake water only submerged a third of the bottom of the hull.

When I went out for the fifth time, the whole lake had dried up, leaving only the silt at the bottom of the lake and some very shallow ponds. This alleviated their worries about the sinking and complete decay of the big ship, but they were immediately plagued by water problems. If the lake disappears, they will have to go to distant mountains to fetch water, and they don't have good water storage tools.

Later, the environment seemed to be irretrievably evolving in a dry direction, and it became more and more difficult to get water. By the time they came out for the sixteenth time, the entire lake was completely dry, leaving only cracked ground. The original dense forests are gone, and at a glance they are all bare and barren mountains.

It is already difficult to find direct water and food nearby, and the fresh water stored in the hangar is only enough for them to use it frugally for three days. If they do not exit the space-time deep well after three days, they will face the dilemma of water and food shortages and have to go. Farther away, you can't hide in the time bubble and wait to return to normal time and space.

God did not bring them nectar and rain, but he gave them another way to survive. When they came to the original site of the Ulakan tribe after looking for water and edible food three days later, they found that the place had been besieged by a piece of yellow sand. There were no traces of anyone living here, only the black altar remained. Stands eye-catchingly on the ground.

Fortunately, the water in the altar did not dry up, and the rocks above the water still maintained the appearance of those islands in the South Pacific. And in the square in front of the altar, there were originally piled up thousands of bones of Itsa people. Now the bones have been buried by the wind and sand, but many green succulents like prickly pears have grown in the sand.

After some bold experiments, they confirmed that the water in the altar and the cacti growing outside the altar are non-toxic and edible. They searched the nearby mountains, made simple transportation tools, and transported the water and cacti back to the time bubble on the Swordfish, which stopped rotting in the dry.

Although no one has said it, everyone knows in their hearts that these prickly pears must have something to do with the dead Itsa people. Perhaps their rotten flesh and blood infiltrated the ground to nourish these strange plants.

They killed all the Itsars ~lightnovelpub.net~ but in the end it was the Itsars who saved their lives. This world is so magical, so retribution is unhappy.

The water in the altar and the plants bred from the bones of the Itsa finally supported them through the most difficult moment.

When they walked out of the dark cabin for the last time, they did not use Situ’s atomic clock of consciousness to proofread, they also knew that Ramla had left the deep well of time and space silently, because at the first glance they walked on the deck, they saw the sky shining brightly. The four suns, and the starry sky has disappeared.

At this moment of cheering, no one spoke. People remained silent, feeling the hardships of passing through the river of **** and passing by death countless times.

The bitter aftertaste of cactus still remained in their mouths, and inexplicable drifting voices sounded in their ears, like the whispers of ghosts.

Aoki remembered the night when the Itsa people chanted prayers, and those generous words echoed in his mind:

I am the Optimus Prime in my body

I use my eyes to turn into the eye of the sky

I use my hand to turn into a fight

I turned into Liquan with my blood.

I will be with the Holy Land,

From generation to generation,

Until the day God returns.

He found that this prayer had been engraved into his memory unconsciously, shining a peculiar brilliance in his consciousness. He began to feel that the world may not be as simple as it was on the surface, and that the creator and the savior may not be the same person.

Next, they will face a new question: how to get out of here?

If they can't leave here, it will be no different from living in a static zone of time and space. They will still die in this desolate place.

They must leave here and go to the next altar until all five altars are activated before they have any hope of returning to Earth.

"Fog, we have to wait for it to fog up." Situ said.