"Luobasha, the beauty of the past... has now become a part of destruction." Standing on the hill outside the city, Masso and Babalim were lying on the sand, the yellow disguised clothes brought safety to the rabbit girl and the cat, but New Eden didn't think so. These guys transformed the city into a large barracks, and only a small part of the city on the northwest side of the city was completely abandoned because of its severe damage.

The guys of New Eden had never thought about repairing it. After all, at this moment, Shaanke was under their control, and as the rear, there was almost no defensive pressure.

The rabbit girl and the cat built a small bunker on the other side of the dune, with sand camouflage and fabric that could block infrared imaging, allowing him and her to rest safely until nightfall. Change in the night equipment, put on special armor, and apply ointment on their faces. These good things that can prevent infrared imaging are the biggest reliance of Marceau and Babalim in this operation.

He sneaked all the way into the ruins. The once beautiful temple area has now become a ghost realm, with bones of the dead everywhere and desecrated sacred everywhere. Marceau found the sewer entrance mentioned in the mission, opened the manhole cover, and then a cat took the lead into the sewer.

...How to say it, the accident has no smell. After all, the city has lost its population and has no pressure to discharge sewage. The sewer quickly becomes an empty ghost place. From time to time, ghosts pass through the sewer. Most of these ghosts are transformed from the souls of innocent victims, and some will even talk to themselves. For example, a child ghost that Marceau is seeing now, kneeling in front of his corpse and crying constantly.

New Eden has turned this urbanization into hell...and here is the lower level of hell.

Marceau reached out to comfort the girl in front of him. Babalim puffed her mouth and looked at the dead child. She stretched out her hand to touch the little ghost's head, but how could the deceased body be touched directly? Her hand passed through it. The rabbit girl's face was a little pale. I don't know if it was stained with some negative energy or was stimulated by the tragic image in front of her, Marceau noticed that her eyes turned red.

In fact, Marceau himself was the same. New Eden spread such a miserable situation evenly in the area it occupied. What makes people feel ridiculous is that... New Eden has treated everyone equally as others cannot. No one is apart from the same pot as the poor. There is no longer a distinction between noble and humble. Men and women have sewed together to achieve true equality.

History is really a bad goddess who likes to joke.

Marceau and Babalim continued to move forward, seeing their mother sitting in a pool of blood holding their headless descendants, seeing the city guards sitting in the corner with blood all over their bodies, seeing the citizens holding swords until death, and seeing the heroic spirits who are still burning their souls to transform this area into a sanctuary until today.

In this small shelter, there were five cubs hugging each other, but they had been dead for many days. The long-term hunger left them with only skin and bone-bone tragic situation.

Babalim trembled and stretched out her hand, but finally passed through the body of the holy spirit of the grassland elf with her eyes closed.

"Why, why, I have enjoyed such a long time of freedom, and have not had the experience of becoming a ingredient, nor have I died tragically, nor did I wash away the end of the destiny with my own hands. Why do anyone like such killing? Is it just because these lives are not real flesh and blood?" Babalim raised his head and asked crying.

"...I don't know, I only know that they prefer to be gravediggers of this world than to be the guardians of this world, so we will fight to the death with them." Marceau stretched out his hand: "Stand up, butchers and murderers will not be ruthless because of the tears of cowards. If we want to defeat them, we must learn to be more cruel and ruthless than them... Fighting violence with violence cannot solve problems, but can solve those who create these problems."

"Well... I know, my grandmother said that to me, too." Babalim stood up under the drag of Marceau. The rabbit girl stood on tiptoe and touched her forehead gently with her: "Marceau, we will definitely drive these bastards out of this land, right?"

"Well, yes, we will." Marceau nodded: "It's not just for you and me, but for all the innocent people in this world who want to survive. We can't control our past and future affairs, but as long as we have a breath, we will always have to control the evil things in front of us."

This is the cat's long-cherished wish. Whether in his previous life or in this life, he had no reason to escape all of this. If New Eden wants to spread death throughout the entire Eastern Continent, he must be prepared to face resistance. Countless players from the Eastern Continent will not sit idly by and watch this invasion.

"Let's go, let's get that stuff."

Facing Marceau's words, Babalim nodded vigorously.

Through the shelter, more corpses appeared in the sewer. These chewed and bitten bones were scattered on the ground, and the wreckage of ghouls and demons appeared from time to time. Marceau took out a torch from the brackets at his waist. Without fire, the holy flames ignited from the top of the torch, which immediately attracted a lot of wail. At the end of the flames that could illuminate, the ugly shells and their masters scattered and fled in scattered.

"It was originally a pathetic life of human beings. Now they are more like a dead soul than a living person. Maybe it would be better to describe it as... a living dead person." Marceau sighed, holding the rabbit girl's hand with a little more force.

Walking through the sewer until you reach the predetermined position, a small sanctuary is still standing upright, and there are many ashes on the edge of the sanctuary. This is the end and ending of the undead who overestimated himself to enter the sanctuary and was directly burned by the holy flames. Maybe it is because you feel that there is no secret in the bare sewer, or maybe it is because you think that this is just a means of blocking when the living retreats, and there is no trap that Marceau imagines.

Entering the sanctuary, Marceau put the torch in his hand into the empty slot on the wall, and pressed hard on several raised masonry in sequence.

A secret door was opened.

The sacred and pure natural breath swept across the entire sewer in an instant. There were not many items in the small square chamber, only a long stand, and on the shelf was a seemingly simple dagger.

Marceau walked two steps forward, but stopped.

"That's the relic of your father, in the sewer of Lebasha."

I still remember the shock I was when I learned the news from Mrs. Lily - my father left something for myself in this world, and the man who only left such a code name in my memory had already left something for his offspring in this world before he was born.

"According to the agreement, I opened the envelope left to me by your father. He said that it must be opened after this period of time... Go and retrieve your father's relics, that must be what he wants to hand over to you." I still remember the embarrassment and helplessness in Mrs. Lily's smile, the panic in my heart, and of course... hesitation at this moment.

Babalim behind her seemed to notice something, and she walked to Marceau's side: "Marceau, what are you thinking."

"When I was very young, I imagined that when I met my father again, my father would definitely walk up to me and pick me up from the ground... After so many years, I don't even know what kind of person my father is, whether he is still alive, whether he has another family, or has another child, or whether he has... he has long been dead." Looking at the dagger in front of him, Marceau shook his head.

Later, when he learned about his father's experience and why he gave up on his mother and son, Marceau no longer had any resentment - in fact, there was still a little bit, but to be honest, Marceau no longer resented anything anymore. His father made a choice between the family and his mother, and he was very selfish and selfless, so the past was considered to be over.

"Then go and pick it up, Marceau." Babalim said, looking at Marceau with encouragement.

The cat thought for a while and finally nodded in agreement. After approaching, he reached out and picked up the dagger.

Father's love

Item Type: Dark Sword

Item Level: Hand-in-Law Weapon

Item camp: Neutral

Attack type: piercing/slashing

Required attributes: Strength 12/Agility 15

Damage: 3-18(3d6)

Sharp value: 7

Strong value: 8

Strike range: 16-20

Severe damage: x2

Weapon description (yellow words): My child, forgive my father.

Weapon attributes: Shaman's spell level +1

Weapon special effects: never lost, never fall.

Weapon Weight: 4 lbs

Weapon material: 45% Mithril and 45% Mogus Arcane Steel, 10% World Tree Wood

This is a short sword with a wooden handle and does not look outstanding, but a white figure appears in this small room, making Marceau unable to help but protect Babalim behind him.

"You activated this dagger, this is what I left for my eldest son... You must be my child, great."
Chapter completed!