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Fatty From the lower position, I can see more clearly. He was waving the Glow Stick, beckoning me to speed up, and in the other hand he was holding a Grenade that had bounced off the safety. The expression on his face was anxious and dark. I ran as hard as I could and saw Fatty let go of Grenade's hand. He barely exerted any force, just dropped his hand and threw a parabola, and Grenade flew away from me while smoking. I counted silently, and when I counted to three, I fell down on the stone steps. With a loud bang, Jack on my back woke up. "Who the fuck poked me again." Again? Didn't he escape Grenade this time? At this moment, I really sympathize with American Guy, who is at the end of his rope and still has to suffer this. Maybe it was because Fatty was far away from the center of the explosion, or more likely because he was too concerned about the effects of the explosion, or was so nervous that he no longer had any sense of fear. He didn't make any evasive moves, and just stood on a high place, staring with two big eyes. Look at the center of the explosion below. "Fuck, I just admit that this is not my fault." Hearing Fatty shout, I couldn't help but turn my head and look back. "Grass. It's your seed, but it's mutated." I couldn't help cursing after taking one look at it. I never had the opportunity or strength to turn around and look at Heimanluo behind me. I only relied on its footsteps to judge the distance between us and its status. I didn’t know its true status. The center of Grenade's explosion is right at its feet. Fatty is very accurate and is ready to blow it up and let it roll back to Starting Point. And Fatty ’s expected early goal was also achieved, Grenade’s huge explosive force lifted Heimanluo up. However, Heimanluo did not scroll down. The script changes the plot here. HeimanluoI don’t know when a Long-Tailed came out from behind my butt. This tail was like a hard pillar, with one end pressed against the stone steps below. Although Heimanluo was blown up and covered with Grenade fragments. But he didn't roll down, but landed heavily where he was. Another effect of the Grenade explosion was that it extinguished most of the flames on Heimanluo, exposing its face and front part of its body. Everywhere visible to the eye was scorched black and smoking. But there is no barbecue smell, it is a strange smell of roasted rotten leaves. The only thing that can be distinguished is that its face is still the face of Fatty, but there is no trace of Fatty ’s most common evil smile, only boundless ferocity. It seems that in this place, Heimanluo’s self-recovery ability has declined seriously. But this also shows that it loves the face of Fatty, which is really a heavy-tasting product. I suddenly remembered Xiao Ting, her taste is also very unique. Jack was still grunting on my back, his words were unclear and his consciousness was not very clear. I picked him up and ran forward. There were only a few steps left, so I finally ran to the top of the altar to take a look and see if I could die with my eyes open. "Jack, your wish is about to come true. Just hold on a little longer and don't fucking die on the way." I cursed and encouraged him.
However, this no longer worked on him. I could feel his blood flowing down my arms, which were clamped around his legs. I found myself mumbling unconsciously.
Although I couldn't fulfill Jack's wish, which was to see the Eternal Gate, even if it meant sacrificing his life, there was no Eternal Gate at the top of the altar. Even though I hadn't reached the summit yet, it was clear from Fatty and Tang Yumo's demeanor. Still, I wanted him to see this place before he died; after all, he truly risked his life for it.
I took a deep breath and stepped up to the top of the stone steps.
"Eternal Gate!" I exclaimed, shouting in a mix of excitement and desperation. "Jack, open your eyes and take a look! We found the Eternal Gate!"
Jack did not respond; he didn't even murmur a sound.
The area at the top of the altar was not large, and the glow from the Glow Stick did not illuminate the platform brightly, but it didn't need to be too bright. The platform was clear enough to see everything, even in weak light.
I understood immediately why Tang Yumo seemed so calm and why the two of them could coexist peacefully. Given Fatty's temperament, if Tang Yumo showed any resistance, he would have been subdued on the spot; there was no way they could remain indifferent to each other.
There was really no need to be anxious or worried about the Eternal Gate—at least for Tang Yumo—because although it was right there, it was not something we could destroy. At least not with our current weapons.
I knew instantly that this was indeed the Eternal Gate because I saw the keyhole above.
Yes, this was a sight I was all too familiar with. Years ago, I had seen this thing, and over the years that followed, it had appeared countless times in my mind and dreams.
In the center of the entire altar platform stood a stone pedestal about one and a half meters square; aside from that, there was nothing else on the platform.
From where I stood, I could see that there was a hexagonal indentation in the center of the pedestal—that was the keyhole. This stone pedestal was what we were looking for: the Eternal Gate.
We had no way to destroy it, which made Tang Yumo unusually quiet and caused Fatty to lose confidence in destroying it as well; instead, he turned his attention to dealing with Heimanluo using a grenade.
The first two people who had rushed up did not step onto the altar platform. The dust on the ground had a certain thickness, but there were no footprints on it. Perhaps they both thought it unnecessary—one believed there was no need for tricks while the other thought there was no need for effort. Of course, my dangerous situation also contributed to Fatty's lack of interest in approaching; after all, his curiosity was equally strong.
"See? We really found the Eternal Gate. Is it the same?" Fatty asked me while loading bullets into an empty magazine.
I knew what he meant; I had told him about my experiences at Lop Nur, and this pedestal featured in my story. I nodded.
"Let him go," Fatty gestured with his chin toward Jack on my back.
I shook my head. I knew that when Fatty said "let go," he meant giving up.
I couldn't spare a hand and gestured with my chin towards the platform not far away. "I need to go there and let the American Guy take a look at the Eternal Gate; otherwise, he'll complain to his god about me. Divine Punishment is no joke."
I chuckled at my own humor, but Fatty didn't laugh. Instead, he motioned for me to come closer, as if he had something to whisper.
Fatty and Tang Yumo were both standing at the top of the stairs, but they consciously kept a certain distance from each other, resembling two strangers waiting for a bus.
"Would Heimanluo die if he jumped down from here?" Fatty asked without looking up. He was reloading quickly, but the Empty Magazine was piling up even faster.
"That's obvious; that beast won't die from a fall. Not from this height—I'd even hesitate to guarantee it would die if it fell from Everest."
"Then I guess there's nothing I can do. It's all up to your luck," Fatty finally freed one hand to pat the backpack slung across his chest. "I'll let you down."
I froze. I knew there was a rope down there.
(To Be Continued)
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