As the elevator sank, the three apostles all felt invisible pressure.

The magician was the least affected, and the one with the most pressure, of course, must be Janus.

Before the elevator came to the end, he couldn't help asking: "Geharu, didn't we come to find Feitian, why go to the bottom floor?"

In the last ambush, apart from Janus, who died once, the tyrant was the most seriously injured. The latter is still recuperating in the sarcophagus until now.

However, the number displayed by the elevator has obviously passed the floor where the tyrant is.

The magician propped up the shield and helped the trickster and Janus share part of the pressure: "Go get the clone left by Gaia to complete your body."

"What? You mean there is a way to quickly restore my strength?" Janus asked excitedly.

The repair cabin at the bottom of the base can also make up for the lack of apostle roots, but the time it takes to recover in that way is calculated on a yearly basis.

After only a month in bed Janus didn't want to go any further.

Lying in the recovery cabin with a clear mind is almost more uncomfortable than going to jail.

At least he could move his body while in prison, but he couldn't do anything in the recovery cabin.

The sinking stopped, and the three walked out of the elevator in unison.

Janus and the treacherous master stopped walking tacitly, and let the magician walk to the central altar alone.

Right above the altar, there is a diamond-shaped crystal that is as black as ink floating.

The magician walked up to the altar step by step under the heavy pressure alone, and then stretched out his hand a little closer to the crystal.

For every centimeter closer, the pressure will increase by 10%.

If the pressure that magicians are under now is placed on ordinary fusion fighters, the latter will probably be squeezed into juice in an instant.

This pressure is the unpretentious anti-theft method of the Thousand Faces: I will put things there, and you can take them if you have the ability.

However, for most of the apostles, the pressure from the lowest barrier alone is already uncomfortable enough.

Who can withstand dozens or even hundreds of times of pressure to take away the things on the altar?

Like Janus and the Trickster, the two simply waited at the elevator entrance, not even wanting to approach the altar.

So the magicians who often come here can withstand the pressure.

Zizi!

When the magician held the crystal, the pressure from the altar suddenly dropped along with the sound of electric current, which almost made him stagger.

Not only the sacrificial altar, but the pressure that pervaded the bottom space before, including the hints arranged by the Thousand Faces that could interfere with the space transfer, all disappeared with the crystal.

The pressure disappeared, and Janus couldn't wait to jump in front of the magician, looking longingly at the crystal in his hand.

With a smile on his face, he nudged the magician with his elbow: "If you have something like this, why didn't you take it out earlier."

"Don't think that I don't know what your plan is. How much Chinese cabbage do you want?"

The magician threw the crystal to Janus: "Those repair cabins that can make up for the apostle's origin are just a conversion machine, they will slowly extract the energy of this thing and send it to the apostle in the cabin.

In other words, this thing can be regarded as an apostle body without birth consciousness in essence, and even I cannot use this thing at will until necessary. "

"Is this the body of the apostle?"

Janus stared at the crystal in his hand and was in trouble for a moment.

Janus didn't care about killing people at all, but under the indoctrination of the idea that the apostles of the Thousand Faces are family members, it was very shocking for him to eat an apostle.

"It's not the apostle's body. Didn't I mention it in the elevator? This is Gaia's clone."

While urging Janus to use the crystal, the magician explained: "Gaia's black water has always been able to produce the original substance, otherwise, where did the masks in the organization and the black water daughters we use come from?"

Janus was startled: "So black water can repair our body? This is the first time I've heard of such a thing."

After swallowing the crystal, he continued to ask: "What is it, is he

Isn't there too? "

"He doesn't need it."

Without waiting for the magician to answer, the trickster was the first to speak sarcastically: "I was injured, only you idiot was slaughtered and lost half of your body, you need the source to make up for it."

"You...too lazy to argue with you."

Janus was about to explode, but he held back thinking that his strength had not fully recovered.

Looking at the two who were facing each other, the magician had no choice but to smooth things over again: "Okay, don't say a few words.

I will go up to find Feitian later, he hates others arguing in front of him the most, be careful he beats you both up. "

Janus curled his lips, looking disdainful, but kept his mouth shut.

The same is true of the tricksters on the other side.

Feitian is notoriously violent within the Apostolic Church.

He is not the kind of violent temper that usually bluffs, but looks at you with a blank face and no words, and then suddenly strikes you to death at a certain moment.

It belongs to the kind of violent temper that people don't talk too much.

Janus dared to play with the magician and the man with a thousand faces, but he would immediately become a good boy in front of people like the tyrant and Fei Bing.

When Janus helped transport the armor, he spent some time in Canaan under the control of the tyrant.

In the process of reporting, people often have their heads crushed by the tyrant without warning.

There is no reason or explanation, and the death is inexplicable.

No one knows what exactly provoked him.

This made a great impression on the young Janus.

As for why she is afraid of Fei Bing... No one in the Apostles Society is not afraid of her except the Man with Thousand Faces.

The equipment in the entire base relies on that single crystal to supply energy. As the crystal was swallowed by Janus, the underground base officially shut down.

Without the enchantment that interfered with the space ability, the three of them no longer needed to take the elevator back.

Janus casually opened a space door on the upper three floors, and walked in first.

Magicians and tricksters followed.

"How is your recovery?"

The magician walked up to the sarcophagus where the tyrant lay and asked ~lightnovelpub.net~ what he responded was a withered right arm that directly penetrated the sarcophagus lid.

Like a mummy that has been lying in a coffin for many years, the tyrant slowly sat up with the broken sarcophagus lid on it.

Compared with the skeleton when it was just sent over, the current tyrant looks fine except for being skinny and skinny.

Janus stepped forward curiously and poked the skinny tyrant: "The body has grown back in just a few months, and the recovery speed is much faster than last time."

The tyrant gave Janus a cold look, without speaking or doing anything.

"Ahem, after all, Feitian has been absorbing energy to strengthen himself these years, so it's impossible to stand still."

The magician coughed lightly and drew the attention of the apostles to himself.

"Okay, everyone is here now, Janus, how is your condition, can you teleport?"

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