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Volume 10 Bug Chapter 118 Eternal Waiting

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    Chapter 118: Eternal Waiting

    After the death of Baron Bink, there is nothing more worthy of our nostalgia in this gravel fortress.  We walked quickly towards the exit of the fortress. Not long after, the dilapidated door was already in sight. The colorful magic vortex flowing inside the door formed a powerful and magical barrier, separating the inside and outside of the door.  Two completely different worlds.

    Seeing that I was about to leave, I felt an unspeakable apology to old Carlson who could only stay in the fortress.  I am about to "go out", but for me this simple "going out" is a luxury that he can never imagine.  In fact, I have nothing to apologize for. After all, the scales of the gods that carry the chips of fate are fair. I have gained far wider freedom than he has, and he has also gained power that I cannot understand.

    But I still feel a little guilty.  After all, I am now the one taking the initiative to leave this friend I just made, leaving this free soul alone in this confined space.

    "Old man, Ihave to leave" I whispered to him.

    "Will we meet again?" The old troll's voice sounded as calm as ever, but I could still hear the subtle expectation hidden in his tone.

    "I'm afraid it won't be possible in a short time" I thought for a moment before replying, "the road here is very uneven. If I wanted to come alone, I would have to be at least level 56 or 7.  . This will take at least two or three months."

    "Fortunately, it won't be too long" Carlson's mood was much more cheerful than I imagined, "I have been here alone for almost a year, and I don't care if I have to wait for a few more days.  moon."

    "I will do it as soon as possible!" I promised.

    ¡°It¡¯s best if you don¡¯t forget about me, a blue-skinned old man¡­¡± Carlson smiled, ¡°¡­but to be honest, you are really weird, you feel more like a space fighter to me.  If I didn't have the power to see through the origin of the world, I probably wouldn't be able to see through your origins at all. In fact, I once concentrated on studying, trying to find a field that truly describes a soul from the origin world, but the soul seems to be something that  It can't be described with simple 0s and 1s. I simply feel like this: you seem to have a truly complete soul, but mine is incomplete - this is probably the main reason why I can't get out of the fortress  "

    "I have a hunch, kid, you may become a terrible guy in the futureSo, you must not die cowardly before then"

    "You're just talking nonsense!" I turned back and took one last look at the ruins of the gravel fortress. I didn't have much sympathy with his mysterious sigh. I just spat hard on the ground and walked out with my head held high.  The castle gate

    Leaving the fortress, we returned along the way we came.  Along the way, the rotten ones and beasts whose souls have been corroded by poison are still entrenched around us, violently launching rounds of attacks on us, but for us, dealing with them no longer has to be as laborious as it was when we came.  .  Soon, we once again came to the manor that belonged to the young Baron Bink.

    The residents of the manor are still holding simple weapons and fighting bravely against the rotten people who have gathered from the wilderness.  Just like when we came, the battle here always maintains a stable balance: every time one of those soulless rotting zombies falls, another one will come out from nowhere to join the battle; and Lemo  Miss Er can always release the magic of restoring life at the right time, so that every resident will not die in this defense battle.

    This local conflict of destruction and defense seems to have been going on since we left, and I doubt it will continue like this after we leave until the next group of people like us appear.

    Everything was as destined by the gods, we once again eliminated the rotten invaders, were once again warmly welcomed into the manor by the residents like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and once again were robbed.  Price repaired our broken gear.

    My friends did not forget the late Baron¡¯s instructions. They told his sister about the Baron¡¯s death. For this, each of them received more than 1,200 points of soul power and three gold coins as reward.  I watched all this happen from a distance and did not do the same thing as them.  Unlike my space traveler friends, I will not use such concise and concise vocabulary to convey this cruel news, and I don¡¯t know how to face this poor girl who has just lost her last relative.

    According to the laws of this world, every time a person returns here from the Gravel Fortress, he will once again bring news of the Baron's death, making this girl?Suffering this great pain all at once.  I don¡¯t know how this weak girl can survive these countless mental traumas, but based on the smallest kindness in my heart, I think it would be good for such sadness to happen only once less.

    Since I can't reverse the fate of the gods, at least let me reduce the sadness of losing a loved one - I hope so.

    Moreover, in my heart, there is always such an unrealistic fantasy: in this world, only when you get paid, can you truly complete a job. For you, this thing cannot be done.  The change is irreproducibly over forever.

    And before that, it is not the end. In fact, you can think that it has not begun, or

    Doesn¡¯t exist?

    "If I really tell Mademoiselle Lemore of the Baron's death, everything will be decided forever and can never be replaced.  And if I don't say it and she doesn't listen, this message that has been judged by the gods will be forever interrupted between me and her, maybe I know this sounds stupid, but I really have this feeling.  It feels likeperhaps, this matter has been submerged and covered up, becoming a disconnect in the torrent of countless information, and has disappeared and ceased to exist.  The life and death of Baron Bink has not yet been determined, and there is still hope in Miss Lemoore's waiting - at least between her and me, at least for me and her, maybe that is the case.

    Will everything be like this?

    In this world made up of two simple numbers, does my idea really touch the hidden laws of this world?

    Or, is it just a coward's cowardly escape?

    After all, I did not complete this task, but left it in my task record.  Until a long, long time later, it was still the only failed page left in my unfinished life journey.

    When we were only less than half a minute away and looked back, the small manor was once again surrounded by a swarm of zombies.  The brilliance of Miss Lemore's sacred magic flickered from time to time in the quiet evening air, like a white magnolia blooming in a corner gradually eroded by darkness. In this corrupted place of despair, a kind of  The seeds of "hope".

    There, a sister is waiting for the return of her brother from the expedition. She will wait for a long time but never in despair.  In this story, there is no death or sadness, only endless hope and expectation.

    This is a happy story.

    At least, for me, that¡¯s the case

    Returning to the Gravel Outpost again, my spacewalker friends were all exhausted¡ªin my mind, this was indeed the longest continuous adventure journey with them.  In fact, before they even walked out of the swamp, each of them was already drowsy and shaky. Judging from their listless appearance, even the corpse-turned-decayers on the way can be called "vibrant"  "In fact, I did once doubt whether they were really poisoned by a severe corpse poison, and were quietly evolving into walking zombies, and were ready to cut the four of them into pieces at any time and then run away.  .

    Thank God, this tragic scene did not happen to us after all - they were really just overtired.  In the end, under the mutual support of unity and friendship, under the support of the honor of saving the world, under the guidance of the brave and fearless faith of the adventurers - of course, perhaps more importantly, driven by the greedy desire for adventure rewards  Below - they finally returned to the Gravel Outpost, tired and tired, received the reward for this commissioned adventure from Major Gutierrez, and then "logged off" and left with satisfaction.

    The mountains and fields at night were quiet and deep, and the bonfires in the camp were spitting turbulently, throwing the shadows around in panic.  There was silence in the outpost, with human and orc soldiers patrolling around the two-person-high wooden wall. Apart from me, there was no outsider here.

    Sitting by the campfire, I looked through my magic diary boredly.  In addition to the task of delivering a message to Miss Lemore, there are six or seven other tasks recorded here. Some of these tasks are difficult to complete because my level is not high enough, and some require an adventure with a group of companions to continue.  , the only one without any restrictions is the alchemist-exclusive task accidentally received in the Gravel Fortress: "Installation of the Fusion Device".

    However, unlike the introduction of other tasks, the introduction of this open-ended task is too brief and makes people completely confused: find four "parts of the fusion device", assemble them together, and explore its mysteries.  You will take one step further in your quest for knowledge.  Where to go?  Who to look for?  How to complete follow?  What does it do?  In the mission introduction, there are only??Not mentionedno clues.

    In confusion, I took out the three parts I had collected from my backpack, hoping to find something from them.  It was a closed container with an integrated inside and outside, a double spiral tube and a strange-shaped metal bracket. The shape of the bracket was very strange and very strong. It should be used to fix something heavy and likely to vibrate violently.  Based on my little knowledge of alchemy, I can infer that an instrument suitable for the size of this bracket is unlikely to vibrate violently. The only possibility is that it is a spiral instrument that rotates at high speed

    Somehow, an image of an object suddenly popped up in my mind.  It was a thing with a lid, about the size of a hand grinder, with a hatch on one side that could put in a solid object about two fingers wide. When it was turned on, it would emit a slight blue light and produce some  The sound sounded like a box inside was spinning at high speed.

    I can even remember where I saw this thing: right here, in this outpost.  When we found a mutated zombie heart, we found the outpost's pharmacist, Mr. Wagner.  When he helped us analyze the structure of the heart, he used such a strange-shaped instrument.  Looking back, it seems that there are still some fixed screws and connections for connecting pipes on that instrument. It doesn't seem to be a finished product, but I didn't pay attention at the time.

    I suddenly felt that I should visit Mr. Wagner as soon as possible. My intuition told me that doing so would bring me unexpected gains.

    It was getting late, but the lights in Mr. Wagner's tent were not extinguished.  The field pharmacist, who was obsessed with research, was hunched beside the test bench, carefully pouring various medicines into the crystal beaker in front of him. From time to time, a bubble or a puff of smoke rose in front of him.  The bright lights reflected his figure on the tent, elongating his already dry and thin figure even more ruggedly. His slender fingers were stretched by the light into the shape of dead branches, dancing chaotically on the tent,  It makes people feel a horrifying feeling from the bottom of their hearts.

    I gently opened the door curtain and was about to say hello. Suddenly, with a soft "bang", a handful of green mist spread out in front of Mr. Wagner.  "Hahahahaha" A deep, dark chuckle floated out of the pharmacist's mouth, like a sharp awl piercing my eardrum, making me feel an uncomfortable itch all over my body.  He stretched out his right hand and gently picked up a small bottle of blue-gray viscous medicine. He turned sideways with his back still hunched, turned his head slightly back half a circle, and looked at it with his bloodshot gray eyes.  I glance.

    "You came just in time, young man" He narrowed his eyes and said with a smile. The fanaticism hidden in the smile made me feel a little uneasy, "You have witnessed a great moment. My experiment has just begun.  Achieved success, perfect life was created in my hands. From this moment on, history will be rewritten, and humble humans will officially set foot in the realm of the gods. From today on, all life on the Falvi continent will be controlled  Eternal power, the end-time empire will eventually be vulnerable. The savior is born! The savior is born tonight"

    Wagner raised the potion in his hand high and stared at it proudly. There seemed to be something burning fiercely under his eyes, and that morbid enthusiasm seemed to burn him to ashes first.

    The thing in his hand shocked me. The evil color and brilliance once became my nightmare memories - on the top of the command tower of the Gravel Fortress, in the hands of the fallen witch Black Lord Arthur Dengote - that  It is the original liquid of the finished undead toxin. My friends and I went through many lives and deaths before destroying it. Even the remaining liquid was poured out until not a drop was left. But what I didn¡¯t expect was that just after I returned to myself  The human outpost was only four hours away, and this dangerous item that could destroy the entire continent actually appeared in the hands of one of "one of our own".

    "Thisthis is"

    "That's right" Wagner looked at me, nodded and said, "This is the toxin extracted from the infected heart you gave me. Ah, wonderful life forms, these little things that are invisible to the naked eye.  Things have a majestic vitality that you can't imagine. The tiny controls the huge, and the instinct controls the wisdom. How wonderful. They are the most powerful creatures in the world. The magnificence and beauty of this cannot be described in words"

    "But, I don't want to use it to commit suicide. I successfully transformed them so that they can enhance the host's ability without destroying his brain. If the thinking will not change and the wisdom will not be lost, we can  Keep your soul, but your knowledge and power can grow forever. This will be the most perfect life in history, do you know? I replaced the gods and completed the evolution of life!"

    ¡°I declare that I will never monopolize this great achievement, I will let??Every life in the world benefits, and every soul will share the opportunity to touch eternity.  The future, the endless future, is waiting for us, here we come!  It's coming!  !  !  "

    He cheered hysterically, as if singing a hymn with joy and solemnity; his eyes were red and filled with tears, obviously moved by his crazy thoughts.  Damn it, I swear this is the most genius and most generous lunatic I have ever seen. He benefits mankind wholeheartedly and without reservation, and the method he uses actually actually poisons everyone to death?

    "You are crazy, put it down! You will ruin everything!" I pulled out the sword and pointed it at his chest, feeling angry and frightened.  This is not the dungeon area controlled by Old Carlson, and I cannot guarantee what consequences the toxin will have if it spreads here.  Even though I still doubt the consequences it will have, I will never dare to try the ending easily.

    "Sad life, jealous of wise men, afraid of change. Weapons can only arm your body, but they can never protect your weak soul. Fortunately" Wagner glanced at me contemptuously from the corner of his eyes, and bit by bit the bottle filled with potion in his hand.  He leaned close to his pale lips

    "Fortunatelythis worldis not in your hands"

    "No!" I shouted and rushed forward, trying to stop his crazy behavior.  However, it was too late after all. Before my sword cut off his arm, he still drank this bottle of fatal poison.

    "Ah" Wagner hugged his severed arm and screamed. Bright red blood sprayed out from the broken part of his arm, but after a while, the blood became yellow and sticky, exuding a putrid smell.  smell.  His skin became paler, and all the smooth and delicate vitality gradually disappeared from his skin. At the same time, dark purple blood vessels were faintly revealed, covering his cheeks.  All the changes made him more and more similar to those walking zombies wandering in the lowlands of Hitvinia. The only difference was that although his pupils turned into a ferocious dark red, he still retained a trace of rational luster, and  It has not been completely eroded by the zombie's instinct to hate living things.

    I was about to catch up and add another blow when suddenly, the ground in front of the test bench sank deeply, revealing a dark tunnel.  Wagner, who had begun to decay, immediately rolled into the tunnel, and all his instruments fell in, and then the entire tunnel began to collapse until the entrance of the cave was completely sealed.

    "No one can stop the evolution of wisdom, no one" Wagner did not forget to shout loudly before disappearing.  His declaration was hoarse and shrill, like a ghost floating in the world but unable to be seen, unable to disperse for a long time
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