Gilan stood in the underground tomb, with some light falling from the hole above his head.
He opened his eyes suddenly and swayed.
"Cough!!" A mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth.
Thumb thump!
Gilan felt a stabbing pain in his head and couldn't help but stumbled back two steps.
Immediately afterwards, his legs gave out and he fell to the ground with a plop.
He lay on the ground, blood began to pour out of his nostrils, and the dark color of his eyes faded, returning to dark blue.
However, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot and very frightening.
The familiar Vivi left his body, flew staggeringly in front of him, stuck it against his cheek, and shouted anxiously:
"Master? Master!"
Gilan The pupils that had begun to dilate condensed again.
His blurred vision focused and he saw clearly the petite and enchanting figure in front of him.
"Oh..." Gilan struggled to get up, his hands trembling slightly.
Turn your head and look to one side.
The tombstone of Sabbatai still stood in the center of the coffin. Under the spiritual vision, the scarlet energy filling the surroundings did not decrease by half, but did not continue to spread outwards, but was gathered back into the pit.
"Thank you for your hard work, Vivi, go and rest."
Gilan raised his trembling hands, his face covered in blood.
"Vivi can still continue to fight for the master!"
The familiar flapped its small wings with difficulty, flew in front of Gilan, put his hands on his hips and said.
But in the next second, it lost its strength and fell from the air.
Fortunately, Gilan reached out in time to catch it.
"Woo, Vivi is so useless..." The little familiar cried in his palm, black tears sliding down its pink cheeks. "The master was so seriously injured!"
Gilan's mouth and nose were filled with blood, and he had a foul breath.
He took out the bottle of "Evil Sand" from the dimensional space, uncorked it, and handed it to the familiar.
"Eat, then go back to the ring and rest." Gilan said hoarsely.
He originally planned to keep this bottle of mysterious material for future emergencies, but now, he is more willing to give it to Vivi as a reward.
If it hadn't been for its help, I might not have been able to get here.
The results may only be worse.
"Master..." Vivi stopped sobbing, tears flowed from the corners of his mouth, and looked up at him.
After seeing Gilan nod, it took a sip at the mouth of the bottle.
The black gravel was rolled up by the invisible airflow, and all of it fell into Vivi's mouth. It looked intoxicated, and soon regained some strength and flew up again.
"Thank you, Master!"
The familiar thanked him and slipped into the sapphire ring.
Gilan took trembling steps and walked to the corpse of the colonel. The corpse had been burned to ashes by green fire, leaving only a piece of charcoal on the ground.
He knelt down, rummaged through the coke a few times, and took out a square piece of metal the size of two coins.
This metal piece is made of an unknown material and has a very high melting point. Even after being burned by green fire, it only melted a corner.
The name "Jordan·Leilu" is engraved on the front, as well as the words "Colonel, Tenth Golden Corps".
The reverse side shows the date of enlistment and unit code.
The words are etched in three languages.
Ovena, Bremen and Stuttgart.
Gilan put it into Alchemy Pocket, then turned around and went to the charred corpse of the guard. The upper body of this guy was burned beyond recognition, but it did not directly turn into fly ash like the colonel, and his remains were still left behind.
Even though there are not many remains left, one can still barely see the person's appearance.
This made Gilan even more sure that this guard was not simple.
He bent down and tried to touch it.
Iridescence Colorful light suddenly appeared, and the scorched corpse Corruption collapsed and flew away.
"Huh?" Gilan was startled.
He originally planned to give it a try, but he didn't expect that he could really use it Corruption.
This is the first time that he has succeeded in Corruption a certain goal in reality.
The color number "15" in the corner of his sight jumped and became "27".
This guard, who looks like a human being, provided him with "12" points Mystic Energy.
Gilan raised his hand to wipe the blood from his mouth and nose, took out a hemostatic agent again, and applied it to the lower edge of the clavicle.
Immediately, he used Cane of Justice as a pickaxe, chiseled it into the cave rock wall to use its strength, jumped several times, and finally returned to the surface.
Gilan walked straight to the bodies of the other three guards and Corruption them one by one. Finally, the number in the corner of his sight accumulated to "63".
Look around.
In the empty scrap yard, there were corpses of Federation soldiers everywhere. Gunfires were heard continuously in the distance. The chaos must not be over yet.
He raised his head and looked at the sky.
Just at this moment, the gloomy sky suddenly began to rain.
It was pouring, and the rain was getting heavier.
Gilan is soaked in the rain and hoarse Whisperer:
"It's time to go."
He picked up his felt hat, put it on his head, and walked away unsteadily.
Gradually disappeared into the rain.
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Old Charles was leaning against the tree, smoking a cigarette uneasily.
He paced back and forth and looked around frequently.
But the disappointment, tension and anxiety on that old face became more intense.
He stopped and glanced inside the car behind him. Looking at the poor girl curled up in a ball on the back seat, he couldn't help but sigh.
Old Charles doesn't know her relationship with the young master, but judging from the young master's behavior, it should be not simple.
Maybe, the two are lovers.
The girl suffered such tragic injuries that even old Charles was trembling with fear.
"Damn Federation..."
He cursed.
Looking at the giant airship still floating over the city in the distance and the faint sound of gunfire, old Charles looked down at his watch anxiously.
"It's already half past three in the afternoon, why isn't the young master back yet?"
Night will fall after four o'clock, and old Charles really doesn't know whether to leave or stay.
Reason told him that if he didn't leave, it might be too late.
But Master Ramon's trust in him and the Fahan Family honor he bore made him feel that he could not leave the young master and run away.
While struggling between these two dilemmas, old Charles suddenly raised his head.
From a distance, I saw a figure staggering towards me.
"Master!"
He quickly dropped the cigarette butt and ran forward quickly.
I saw that the white shirt on the blond young man was in tatters and covered in blood. Under the dirty felt hat, his face was extremely white, and his mouth and nose were covered with half-dried sticky blood.
It looks like it's in bad shape.
"Master, are you okay? I have gauze and anti-inflammatory drugs in my suitcase. I will bandage it for you..."
Old Charles said quickly.
Snap!
Gilan grabbed the other person's hand that was reaching out to help him.
In the heavy rain, the vision was blurred.
It was as if everything in the world was distorted and unclear in the mist.
He raised his tired eyes and said hoarsely:
"Don't worry about me, drive, let's go!"
Old Charles was startled, opened his mouth, and finally nodded through gritted teeth.
"Okay, Master, please get in the car."
With that said, he turned around, walked to the car, and opened the door for Gilan.
After Gilan got into the back seat, old Charles sat in the driver's seat.
"Master, please sit still."
He said, turning the car key in the ignition.
Rumble...
The car body trembled.
Old Charles pressed the button on the left hand side, then moved the gear up, then released the clutch and stepped on the accelerator.
Woo!
Fueled by gasoline and Whale Oil Battery, the black car's four tires spun with force, drove out from behind the tree, and left along the main road in the distance.
On a stable car.
Miss Sparrow, who was wrapped in gauze and a windbreaker, frowned.
Her eyelids trembled and she opened her eyes with difficulty.
In the haze, I saw a vague outline beside me.
He was a blond young man covered in blood.
On the other party's pale face stained with blood, those deep blue eyes were staring at him quietly.
"Mr. Snowy Owl..."
Her chapped mouth opened slightly and she made an extremely unpleasant hoarse sound.
Gilan was startled.
Miss Sparrow's sweet voice no longer sounded, leaving him in a trance for a moment.
"Cold..." she said again.
Gilan turned his head and looked out the window. The outline of the city and Fengdeng River were fading away, and the woods on one side of the road were passing by quickly.
Under the deserted and gloomy sky, there was a violent storm.
The pouring rain got heavier and heavier, and the big raindrops hit the car body violently, making a crackling sound, and water splashed in from the open window.
Cold water vapor shuttled freely inside the car.
Swish.
Swish.
Gilan rolled the car window and closed it. Then he carefully picked up Miss Sparrow and held her in his arms.
"It won't be cold soon." He said softly.
Immediately, Gilan turned to the middle-aged man in the driver's seat in front and said:
"Old Charles, it's raining heavily, be careful."
Old Charles, who was driving, was startled when he heard the young master's hoarse and deep voice.
He raised his eyes and saw the dull expression of the blond young man through the rearview mirror, and his heart shuddered.
Then retract your gaze and look forward.
The sky outside the windshield.
The sun sets in the west and the sky is clear.
"Okay, Master, I will be careful."
Old Charles took a deep breath and opened his mouth, but in the end he did not refute the young master's words. He also turned on the windshield wipers.
The wipers swung to sweep away the non-existent rainwater.
The car drove away and disappeared at the end of the road.
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The unknown end of the black ocean.
On a huge, twisted island that looks like a reflection.
On the mountainside, there is an extremely weird snow-white palace.
It stood on a steep cliff at a 90-degree angle, but it did not collapse. On the contrary, it was more like this.
A fat man with a curly mustache, a black top hat, round academic glasses, a striped cloak, and a black cane strode into the white hall.
Snap, snap.
The footsteps echoed in the empty hall.
"Klose, are you ready to take the photo?" he said as soon as he came in.
In front of the fat man.
In the center of the hall, under two huge fill lights.
An elegant lady with blond curly hair and a single ponytail, wearing a white high-collared tutu skirt, was playing with a camera as huge as a carriage.
The camera was pointed at a retro TV set.
The square black TV is placed on a four-legged wooden table. The two seem to be integrated into each other, indistinguishable from each other, and are very harmonious.
And on the TV screen.
A retro car disappeared at the end of the road, with bombed cities behind it and thick smoke rising everywhere.
"Why are you here, Director David." The woman tilted her head slightly and said calmly.
"According to the meaning of 'Director', it's time for me to come."
The fat man was silent for a while and then added:
"The time has come."
The elegant woman sighed.
She took care of herself and pulled out the Black Film Reel from the camera, turned around and handed it into the fat man's hand.
"Have you thought about the name of this film?" she asked.
"We are not qualified to name it, nor are we qualified to intervene in all this."
The fat man took the film.
He took out a note from the lining pocket of his coat and solemnly pasted it on the film.
The note was written in advance in extremely gorgeous blue-ink cursive script:
<The encounter between Leap-Month Hour-God and four Apostle>
"Do you plan to put this film on display in your 'Museum of Evidence'?"
Ms. Klose asked in a calm tone.
David put the film in his coat, touched his curly beard, and said:
"'Museum of Evidence' will be put in, but it will not be displayed for the time being."
He turned his head and looked outside the white palace. Beyond the black night, his sight seemed to fall on a patch of Black Cemetery at the foot of the island mountain.
"The followers of the fourth Year-God have eroded Ovena Federation. Under the will of 'Change and Death', the country of 'Blind General' in November is on the verge of collapse and has almost become a slaughtering machine... Oh, these are all favorable evidence."
"I don't care about your business."
Ms. Klose turned around and continued to play with her camera.
The voice came slowly:
"Don't let 'Evil God' Shadai see this film. With his good nature, he will probably write a book and spread it throughout the world."
"I know, I know..."
The fat man waved his hand to say goodbye, turned around and left with his black cane.
"'Museum of Evidence' only refuses this guy to visit."
(Volume 1·Prisoner·End)