The Monster I Was Redeemed

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

The magician was least affected. Needless to say, the one who was most stressed was Janus.

Before the elevator reached the bottom, he couldn't help but ask: "Geharu, aren't we here to find Feitian? Why are we going to the bottom floor?"

In the last ambush, apart from Janus, who died once, the most seriously injured person was Tyrant, who is still lying in a sarcophagus recovering from his injuries.

However, the number displayed on the elevator has obviously exceeded the floor where the tyrant is located.

The magician held up the shield to help the Trickster and Janus share part of the pressure: "Go get the clone left by Gaia to complete your original body."

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

The training cabin on the bottom floor 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.

Janus only lay there for a month before he didn't want to go any further.

Lying consciously in the training cabin is simply worse than being in jail.

He could still move around in prison, but he couldn't do anything in the training cabin.

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

Janus and the Trickster stopped in tacit agreement, allowing the Magician to walk to the central altar alone.

Directly above the altar, a rhombus-shaped crystal as black as ink floated.

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

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

If the pressure that the magician is under now were placed on an ordinary fusion warrior, the latter would probably be squeezed into juice in an instant.

This pressure is Qianmianren's simple anti-theft method: I will leave the things there, and you can take them away yourself if you have the ability.

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

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

Like Janus and Trickster, they simply waited at the entrance of the elevator, not even wanting to get close to the altar.

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

Zizzi!

When the magician held the crystal, accompanied by bursts of electric current, the pressure from the altar suddenly dropped, almost making him stagger.

Not just the altar, but the pressure that had previously permeated everywhere in the underlying space, including the hints arranged by the Thousand-Faced Man that could interfere with space transfer, all disappeared with the acquisition of 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.

He smiled brightly and nudged the magician with his elbow: "Why didn't you take out something like this earlier?"

"Don't think I don't know what you're planning to do. How much do you want if this is cabbage?"

The magician threw the crystal to Janus: "Those repair cabins that can make up for the apostles' origins are just conversion machines. They will slowly extract the energy of this thing and deliver it to the apostles in the cabin.

In other words, this thing can essentially be regarded as the apostle's body without birth consciousness. Even I cannot use this thing at will unless necessary. "

"Is this the apostle's true form?"

Janus looked at the crystal in his hand and was confused for a moment.

Janus didn't care at all about killing people, but instilled in him the idea that the Apostle of the Thousand Faces was a family member, he was very unhappy to have him eat an apostle.

"It's not the apostle's true form. Didn't I tell you on the elevator? This is the clone left behind by Gaia."

While urging Janus to use the crystal, the magician explained: "Gaia's black water can always produce original matter. Otherwise, where do the masks in the organization and the black water bodies we use come from?"

Janus was shocked: "Black water can actually repair our bodies? This is the first time I've heard of such a thing."

After swallowing the crystal, he continued to ask: "Where is Feitian? Who is he?"

Isn’t there also? "

"He doesn't need it."

Without waiting for the magician to answer, the trickster took the lead and said sarcastically: "I was injured, but you idiot was the only one who was killed and lost half of your body. You need the source to repair it."

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

Janus was about to have an attack, but he thought that his strength had not yet been fully restored and endured it.

Looking at the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two, the magician had no choice but to come forward to smooth things over again: "Okay, just stop saying a few words.

You have to go up to Feitian later. He hates people arguing in front of him. Be careful he beats you both up. "

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

The same goes for the Trickster on the other side.

Feitian was notoriously bad-tempered within the Apostolic Association.

He is not the usual blustering and angry person, but looks at you expressionlessly and without saying a word, and then at a certain moment, he suddenly takes action and beats you to death.

He is the kind of person who has a bad temper and doesn't say much.

Janus dares to smile playfully with the magician and the Thousand-Faced Man, but when in front of people like the Tyrant and Fei Bing, he immediately turns into a good boy.

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

People often have their heads crushed by tyrants without warning during the reporting process.

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

No one knows what exactly triggered him.

This left a profound impression on young Janus.

As for why she is afraid of Fei Bing...except for the Thousand-Faced Man, no one in the Apostles is afraid of her.

The entire base's equipment relied on that crystal to supply energy. As the crystal was swallowed by Janus, the underground base officially came to a standstill.

Without the barrier that interferes with spatial abilities, the three of them no longer need to take the elevator back.

Janus casually opened a space door to the third floor and walked in immediately.

Magicians and tricksters follow.

"How's your recovery going?"

asked the magician, walking up to the sarcophagus where the tyrant lay.

What responded to him was a withered right arm that directly penetrated the sarcophagus lid.

Like a mummy that had been lying in a coffin for many years, the tyrant slowly lifted up the lid of the coffin and sat up.

Compared with the skeleton when he was first delivered, the current tyrant didn't look any serious except for being skinny and skinny.

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

The tyrant gave Janus a cold look, without speaking or taking action.

"Ahem, after all, Feitian has been absorbing energy to strengthen himself over the years, so he can't stand still."

The magician coughed slightly and drew the attention of the apostles to his side.

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