Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

The situation was rather critical at that time.

There

are only three options left to the model.

One is to fight the rocks that collapse with blood, and the other is to climb over 20 metres of deep pits in five seconds.

Or cut the rope off.

He took only one second to make a decision, when the lockdown between the solved waist was immediately taken.

In

fact, his judgment is very correct.

The rock wall, which was tied together, had not been left for him for five seconds, and he counted for three seconds before and after the end, the rock, which actually bumped together, strangled the light from the top of the head.

However, although at that time it seemed that that had been the best decision.

But it was only half an hour ago, and Van was a little remorsed.

The situation now faced by yourself does not seem to be better than being crushed on the rope, except for a whole body. He’s been gone for almost half an hour, and this cave is like there’s no end to hope.

“Shit… it’s like a maze.”

It was time to be a little safer, but now it’s useless to say these things.

The earth sends light trembling.

It was

estimated that the position that had fallen earlier had been buried by the shattered rock wall, Van Hugh, so that he could be as calm as possible.

In order to make his feelings less depressed, he tried to convince himself that it was just a science exercise.

“Pink Stone Rock… is not an iron mine anymore, and I didn’t expect to find something so interesting here.”

“What’s this, biology crumbling rock?”

It’s an incredible discovery.

The frustration in the eyes has gradually been replaced by an excitement, with a paradigm with multiple functionalities in his hand, and a little bit of rock crumbling down without compromising the rock.

Look at the baby in the sample bag, he’s getting stronger in his eyes.

“… if half-life tests are available here, then I will be able to conclude that the adult generation of this sediment is in the form of an adult.”

If the situation was not optimistic now, he would really like to share it with other scientists in the base if there were only constant magazines left in communicator.

Pack up the tools and sample, and he starts moving along the cave.

While doing so does not increase the probability of his survival, at least… if he is unfortunate, these valuable research materials will become a valuable scientific heritage.

Of course, if someone can take the body for him…

The way back is getting harder to go.

Sometimes he comes across the road, and he has to go in and out and try and try it a few times before he finds the real entrance.

It took a while off the road, eating some of the fluid food, looking at the few remaining supplies, and the same mood was somewhat low.

Interestingly, however, he noticed a very interesting phenomenon on this road. Mars’ terrestrial nuclear weapons have been cold, but, as he goes deep inside the corridor, the temperature around him has risen by about five.

Although the surrounding environment is still cold, at least there is a consolation.

These piecemeal discoveries have been recorded, and a little rest has continued along with them.

The road ahead is becoming narrower and even more expensive to overcome it.

Just as he began to wonder whether he was wrong, a deep pit of about five steps wide and suddenly appeared before him.

The laser range shows that the depth below should be about 10 to 20 metres, just as he just met.

On the

edge of the deep pit, footsteps were stopped, and the same face was bleak.

What do we do?

Are you going down, or are you going back to find another way?

If it continues down, its place may become deeper and the hopes of some to take over their bodies will be even more slight.

However, it is not realistic to expect those on the base to dig themselves out of the depths of 20 metres under limited conditions, even if they are not touched down.

Reminds me of those lost crossings that he had travelled ahead, and he had to feel a little bit of hair.

Considering that the situation is not even worse than it is now, he finally bites his teeth, takes a decision, takes his heart, draws on the multiplicity of functions in his hand, and movtowards slips the depth of the pit.

Down close to the vertical path.

This time, his feet touched the ground, but it was an accident that was much better than before.

Maybe…

Is that the real bottom?

And just as Van thought so, and stood up and looked forward, the whole man suddenly was like a fool, staring at it.

With the lights from that flashlight, and looking at the steep corridor in front of him, he took a long time to wipe out the shock in his heart and to slow it out of his lips.

“Shit!”

“Here it is, like, a bunker!”

A red brown stone tablet, about two metres tall, is on both sides of the long corridor, just like Stormpillar, with the ceiling and the ground. The complex fruits appear on stone tablet’s surface, and although it has been blurred and unaware of its original complacency, a trace of sculptures can still be seen from it.

Everything at hand has not been explained in simple geology.

It doesn’t look like a natural formation from any point of view.

They’re like art.

A bunch of artists sitting in ancient monuments…

With excited self-words, Van joined the cameras on the flashlight and helmets to connect the statues of that album and crazingly pushed the fast door.

If it wasn’t a signal, he really wanted to report everything he saw here to the base.

All the discoveries on that road before, no more than anything he found here.

There

‘s a trace of civilization in the ground of Mars!

At least once!

Human civilization is not the only one in the universe!

They’re not alone!

He was almost able to imagine how this message would have caused a bombing on Earth if it had been made public. This excitement of discovering the treasure makes him almost unbearable in trying to scream out loud.

“Materials, like sands outside, have basically been tortured into extreme iron mines!”

“Totem of Mars civilization? Or something like Roaming Sect teaching ceremony? Or some kind of art…”

“Wait a minute.”

There’s a slight light in his mouth, and when he touches a relatively high level of damage, he tries to knock out the surface oxide with multiple functionalities, he finds that the whole stone tablet is not as much inside as he imagined and is entirely composed of iron mines.

Even the opposite…

The materials included are carbonate minerals that do not contain iron.

“Carbon acid minerals… no, this is supposed to be some kind of biology fossil, and it’s been a very long time, and it looks older than three leaf pesticides on Earth.”

In his mouth, he said that Van had sampled five large and small parity rock particles, along with cautiously, and had them kept in sample bags.

“… I didn’t think I’d have to be a guest of archaeologists one day.”

Outside is the iron mine, which is biology chrysotile, and back to full wind, he inferred that the casings of this thing should be some kind of iron foundation material that would cover a living like a coffin.

Intuition tells him that this may be like a cemetery.

While there are other understandings, there is no doubt that one of the most likely is.

Strike the multi-functionality of tight hands, and the paradigm continues along the corridor that spreads bad news. Although the guy in his hand can’t bring him more sense of security, it’s better not to.

On the contrary, as he continues to move towards the corridor, the way forward is suddenly wide.

In particular, when he stepped into an open “great hall”, there was a sense of immunity at once.

However, as he was preparing to move forward, it was an unexpected discovery that his knees were as high as the walls of an invisible wall and could not move further.

Just as he was confused to touch the walls of the invisible wall in front of him, the strange scene suddenly happened.

The

sign of the signal on the wrist computer suddenly turned from the fork to full.

The lightning light has been noted, and the communication module has been re-energically re-energized.

A bunch of sophisticated telephones, soon coming from the newsletter channel.

Just as he watched with disappointment the signal on his wrist, and it was estimated that it was some kind of natural electromagnetic wave, the sound of a continuation was suddenly ringing out of his ear without prediction.

cough cough cough. ”

“Can you hear me?”

– Yes, sir.

Mathematics are three stars. Don’t forget to be careful.