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Chapter 363 What should be done

For the coming Kingdom of Eternal Night, which even the Sentinel Organization will find difficult.

He must perfectly solve the story line of this meteorite transportation.

From now on.

Since Su Wen came out of the old port, he has completed the necessary work by engraving on blank cards.

But if the internal structure of Starfall Port is allowed to continue to develop, it will definitely be detrimental to its future layout.

not to mention.

Promote Dawn Flame to reach level three.

This is a necessary guarantee of hard strength for the next trip.

the other side.

The inner city of Starfall Port ten minutes ago.

In the steampunk auction house late at night in the foggy sea.

Nelson captured everything he saw in his camera films:

Thick mist filled the windows.

The gas lamps under low light cast a dim light, illuminating a corner of the auction house.

The walls on the third floor of the grand auction are covered with all kinds of strange items, from ancient mechanical parts to rare works of art, each of which exudes the atmosphere of the Industrial Revolution in the Victorian era.

The crowd sat scattered on the room's bench seats, wearing retro steampunk costumes, hats and masks.

Some of them are collectors, some are businessmen, and there are even adventurers from the Wiltings who completed the escort mission.

Although the situation was just an undercurrent at the beginning.

But Nelson remembers it clearly.

Chaos began, after he placed the false World Tree message ‘A Parosha Leaf’ in a glass bottle auction to ignite the atmosphere, and the next item was:

It was a deep purple crystal ball.

It is said that it was the final relic that an antique collector sent here for auction two days before his death.

But it was actually taken away by a group of mysterious people at the most proud booth of Xingyun Transportation.

At the same time, all the gas lights in the entire auction venue were turned off.

Chaos and explosive flames swept through the auction room.

Many precious auction items and fire-resistant relics were lost in it.

What's more important is.

Children left unattended in the chaos.

Nelson thought about his own experiences during this time in the ranger camp.

He gritted his teeth and slung the camera that he regarded as his life across his body. Without a moment's hesitation, he blocked it with all his strength beside the dumped collection.

Accompanied by severe pain, the photographer's left arm was crushed by a heavy meteorite iron product and fractured.

But he still used his remaining right arm to pull the child in front of him and escape from the fire.

It is also at this moment.

Nelson saw another, larger man doing the same thing.

The man grinned at him.

But the next second.

A man in black who passed by the strong man stabbed a dagger into his chest.

"President!"

The auctioneer in the distance shouted anxiously when he saw this scene.

But the strong man just covered his chest where blood was gushing out and said weakly:

"Send the children away first."

The man in black who saw this scene said disdainfully:

"A bunch of damn idiots."

Then he fled into the shadows.

Seeing this scene, the helpless Nelson felt unconcealable anger welling up in his heart. He sent the child he had just rescued to a safe location and wanted to rush into the sea of ​​fire.

But the severe pain in his arm caused him to stumble against the outer wall of the auction venue and fall to the ground.

As a second-level transcendent with a non-combat sublimation pedigree, he is really too weak.

The child he rescued timidly asked:

"Brother, was it my fault that made you hurt?"

I heard the child say this.

Nelson touched his head with his remaining hand:

"It's my brother who is so useless.

sorry.

I'm so useless."

He hated his own weakness.

Just when he said this.

There was the roar of a locomotive engine in the sky!

at the same time.

A calm and familiar voice also came from behind Nelson,

"Don't blame yourself.

You made the right choice. There is no shortage of extraordinary people in the auction who can prevent this disaster.

But they just chose to escape.

Nelson.

You should be proud of yourself."

Su Wen, wearing a black windbreaker, crossed Nelson's line of sight with his handsome back, heading towards the sea of ​​fire.

"Rhine, save them.

They are good people.

Shouldn't die here."

"I know."

Suvin witnessed Elvis's soul-burning madness in Gdansk. He witnessed Lovison's unyielding will even though he was shackled by the abyss from the old port.

He also witnessed Angelia inheriting the entire Heinsbrot's burden, and witnessed the inheritance of the Samoa Storm Watch from Edward to Anthony to Phyllis.

And now.

He could say that he finally had a new perspective on the real pioneers of the Lost Sea.

perhaps.

The reason why human civilization can continue to develop in the Lost Sea is not because of the profit-driven garbage of the Cleveland Consortium.

Su Wen raised his head slightly and answered at the same time:

"As civilization advances, there will always be resistance.

But as long as there is hope.

Then there will always be people who come forward to take over.”

moment.

A dark blue sword blade appeared in his hand.

The blade of the sword is clear, but it seems like the veins of the entire ocean are surging.

In an instant, a boundless storm surged out from the edge of his raised sword, instantly blowing out the flames of the abyss that burned like a plague.

But it also tore a huge hole in the ceiling of the entire auction hall.

The strong man who fell in the sea of ​​​​fire in the distance almost lost his breath, but now he should be able to at least survive.

Su Wen calmly sheathed his sword and turned around:

"Fokendes, the president of the Star Transport Chamber of Commerce.

remember.

Your life is yours to save.

Also, don’t ask me to compensate for the damage to the auction house’s exterior wall.”

"Who are you?"

"Night watchman--

Rhine."

The moment his voice fell, his figure disappeared into the late night haze after the flames dissipated.

All that remains is the roar of mechanical wheels and energy transmission in Starfall Harbor day and night.

There is also a reverse abyss magic circle that quietly and spontaneously ignites in an unknown location.

That was posted here by Famir in advance in order to suppress the pollution and powerful corrosive effects caused by the abyssal flames.

But now, there are almost no casualties in the auction hall.

Everything is according to his plan.

at the same time.

Su Wen accessed the sentinel's communication line through the micro communicator he just got from his sister Rendell:

"Miss Rendell, leave the finishing work to the U.S. federal troops stationed here.

We need a 'moderate' chaos.

Now the mind flayers sacrificed by the Tide Cult followers have been burned away by the flames.

No need to worry about pressure from the US military."

"You mean 'Lovison'?"

"Um.

His time is running out.

But in the end, let’s give him this chance to redeem himself.”

I heard Su Wen say this.

Rendell's voice also had a touch of softness:

"Mr. Rhine.

Just as I thought, you are really a gentle person."

"Gentle?

maybe."

Su Wen is not a person without emotions.

In the present world, he is just a young man of only twenty years old. He will lean on the bedside at one o'clock in the morning and not choose to fall asleep. He will just browse aimlessly on his dimly lit mobile phone. At some point, he will choose to escape.

Will feel lonely.

Just, in time observation again and again.

The future he seeks and witnesses.

Maybe it's what the world expects.

After all, he still has expectations for the ending of this game:

"As for now.

We need to go to the corner of the factory area.

There is Snown in the heart of the mechanical clock where the Core Difference Engine is located.

Don't worry, she will wait for me to come over."

I heard him talking about Jiang Menghan.

There was a hint of envy in Sister Rendell’s sweet voice:

"You really trust her."

“Trust is accumulated through performance, not dialogue.

Lendl.

I hope that one day I can accept the friendship from the Sentinel."

at this time.

Changes began to occur deep in the abandoned factory. Through the image transmission of the micro-drone, Su Wen saw the flickering lavender light spots in the picture.

He quickened his pace.

It's time to welcome the final ending of Starfall Port tonight.


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