Endless Debt.

Chapter 445 Chekov's Gun

The night shrouded the Morrowind Barst, and the high-concentration ether filled the land. Against the backdrop of the darkness, magnificent arcs of light rippled, and with the gentle breeze, colorful silks were pulled out.

The aura of the ether is always changeable, and it is displayed immediately within the visible color gamut of human beings. For the sublimation, this is also one of its own characteristics, such as the cyan aura of Bologo, Amy, Jeffrey Waiting for the golden light of others.

Under the natural state of ether, it is not dominated by any sublimation, and its radiant light is also colorful and romantic.

Burrog stood by the window, watching the aurora-like beauty, and then once again lamented the grandeur of the world and its colorfulness.

At this time, Bologo will feel the grace of fate. It has caused him to be in debt, but it has also allowed him to survive and have the opportunity to witness this scene that he has never touched.

Turning his gaze back, Bologo continued to wander around in Morrowind, like a guard on night watch. He was not sleepy, and he didn't want to fall asleep early. There were not many such opportunities. He wanted to stay within the range allowed by Vonn. , to learn more about this ancient castle complex.

Outside the fortress of the morning wind, the bright moonlight was gradually covered by dark clouds, and the sea surface illuminated by the moonlight gradually darkened. In the deep and unknowable darkness, only the sound of waves could be heard, and the waves rolled one after another. Beating on the shore, washing the reef.

People have long been accustomed to this kind of rhythm, but what is different tonight is that there is an extra discordant noise in the natural tune.

In the deep ocean, strange creatures writhed their hateful figures, and driven by the waves, they climbed onto the wet sandy beach one after another.

They tried hard to suppress their desire for flesh and blood, waving their wet arms, and grabbed the steep cliffs. In the thick dark clouds, the hungry wind erosion birds also tried hard to restrain their nature, not making any sound, as if smelling Bloody wolves surrounded the Morrowind Fortress.

They were waiting for something, and soon, what they were waiting for came.

A deadly breeze blew from the raging sea, carrying a dust-like substance. The moment it approached the fortress of Morrowind, it collided with some invisible thing, and the bursting arc outlined a Blurred arc barrier.

Under the fierce reaction, the virtual defense line built by the Morrowind Base began to be full of cracks, broken, and dust corroded the barrier made of ether, opening a safe tunnel within this strict cordon.

The order to attack came from the wind, and the monsters climbed up the cliff one after another, and the wind-eroded birds were also surrounded by dark clouds, ready to dive down at any time.

At the end of the darkness, pairs of scarlet eyes opened, looking at the high wall they had never crossed.

The condensed blood gas gradually spread along with the moist sea breeze, like a dark red mist, gradually permeating the Morrowind Bastion, and on the highest tower of the sky, Vaughan watched all this calmly. At this moment, his face There is no longer the usual kind smile on the face, but absolute indifference, like metal.

Vaughn said calmly, "So... this is your real job? Everything before was just a cover?"

Thinking back to this brief period of contact, Fu En's heart felt a little cold, maybe because he had been at ease in the wind source highland for too long, and he actually forgot the true face of the Bureau of Order, a violent organization.

The other party hid in the darkness, and stated in a calm tone, "This is just necessary intelligence work-to deceive our own people."

"Then where did you get this information?" Vaughan felt skeptical, "Even I don't know about it, but you guys who are thousands of miles away know more about it than me. What happened to the land."

"Not to mention such a core and confidential matter."

Many years ago, the Bureau of Order was controlled by the six founding families, but with the passage of time and the advancement of technology, people were surprised to find that the Bureau of Order, which was once firmly controlled by them, has now taken control of them.

The leader of this huge group had been replaced, and by the time they realized it, the tangled behemoth had become unrecognizable and difficult to peek.

Vaughn now has a deeper understanding of this feeling. The Bureau of Order's understanding of the wind source heights is actually deeper than that of the owner of the Krex family. It is one-way transparent.

"This is an order from the decision-making room."

The other party still had that calm and indifferent attitude. No matter what Fu En asked him, he just answered mechanically.

decision room.

Fu En took a deep breath, and the corners of his cold mouth easily raised, "Why is it so easy for me to accept an order from the decision-making room?"

This feeling is very strange, ever since Vaughan worked in the Bureau of Order when he was young, he has been faintly aware of it.

The decision room is omnipotent.

No one told Vaughan this, but such thoughts arose in his mind strangely.

The decision room is omnipotent.

Vaughan once suspected whether this was some kind of spiritual influence. When he returned to the wind source highland, he conducted many tests on himself, and found nothing abnormal, but what was even more strange was that as his work deepened, As he grew older, the concept of omnipotence in the decision-making room, instead of collapsing in his heart, became stronger.

To this day, the decision-making room has once again strengthened this belief in Fu En's heart.

The decision room is omnipotent.

Fu En sighed softly, "As if omniscient and omnipotent..."

He is very clear that there is no all-knowing and omnipotent existence in this world, but Vaughn can't help linking the decision-making room with it, even if it can't be done, it is infinitely close.

In the darkness, the other party opened the suitcase, took out a plain flintlock gun from it, held it in his hand, and felt a warm feeling from the wooden handle.

Vonn looked at the flintlock gun. It was obviously just taken out of the suitcase, but it appeared to have been fired.

The flint clip collided with the fire sickle, and the cover of the medicine pool was also opened. The metal of the gun muzzle was slightly red, and there was a faint smoke lingering.

It seems that it has been fired in the suitcase, but there is no gunshot, no bullets, and no traces of gunshots. This flintlock gun is full of weirdness everywhere.

Fu En recognized the weapon, and his eyes became serious. Fortunately, he was well-informed, so he immediately calmed down.

"They gave you this weapon? That's crazy."

"It's nothing, it's just an imitation of the 'established gun', and the conditions of use are very harsh. It was delivered to me only as an insurance, after all, the target is suspected..."

The other party didn't continue talking, and checked the flintlock gun. He also noticed the state of the flintlock gun after it was fired, and expressed regret in his tone.

"Sorry, Chekov's gun has been fired."

The bullet is out of the chamber, now it's just a matter of finding out who's heart it's in.

Vaughn didn't think there was anything to be sorry about. When he was working in the Bureau of Order, he also came into contact with this weird alchemy weapon, and used it to pierce the hearts of several people.

On the frontal battlefield, it may not be as beneficial as a short knife, but with its weird nature, no one can underestimate its existence.

This is an alchemy weapon exclusively for assassins.

Just like Palmer's gift, that mysterious and mysterious luck, it may not be noticeable in many cases, but you can't ignore its existence. In an inadvertent moment, it will become the key to reversing the situation.

Fu En no longer think about these things, exhorted.

"I'll take care of those troublesome guys, and you... go find the fired bullet."

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In terms of the scale of the building alone, the Morrowind Citadel is still too huge. Bologo felt that if he gave himself a few more days, he might not be able to explore it all, let alone those forbidden areas like the Wind Cellar. .

Just because this place is so grand, Bologo couldn't help but wonder how glorious the long-buried sacred city, Lemongeton, would be.

Curiosity is so gripping that it makes Bologo think wildly. If possible, Bologo would like to explore the Abandoned Land again, but due to the evil of the underground seal in the Abandoned Land, this matter needs approval from many parties.

Just for the reason of curiosity, Bologo felt that he would not be able to pass the approval of Lebius alone, let alone the part of the desperate outpost.

Any flesh-and-blood creature with aether stepping into the abandoned land will bring risks to the stability of the evil seal, which is unacceptable to the abyss watchers.

Thoughts didn't linger in Bologo's mind for too long, gusts of breeze blew from the open window, and the humid sea breeze brushed against the tip of Bologo's nose. The strange breath in the coolness made Bologo interrupt all his thoughts in an instant .

Like a shark smelling blood in the sea, the muscles of Burrog's whole body instinctively tightened up, clenching his fists and preparing to fight.

Bologo didn't even realize why he was so vigilant at the first moment, and then he discerned the familiar, soul-corrupting breath in the sea breeze.

The snake scale liquid extended from the cuff, and was cast into a sharp long knife in Bologo's hand. Bologo stood by the open window, his eyes swept across the quiet and deserted corridor.

This scene is very similar to the plot in a horror movie. The victim wandered in the corridor in horror, avoiding the monsters who came out of nowhere. The audience also held their breath, waiting for the cruel scene to be staged.

Fortunately, this is not a movie, but reality, and Burlogo is not an unarmed victim. On the contrary, he feels that if this is a movie, his identity should be reversed from the monster.

The sound of pattering rain came from outside the window, and the continuous drizzle hit the castle.

The wind source highlands are often accompanied by wind and rain, and the sudden rain curtain is also normal, and then in a thunder that pierces the sky, the roaring reverberation covers up the wailing.

Blood spattered and covered the carpet.

(End of this chapter)