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Chapter 1303. Dusk Different Path

"Take out everything on the boat! Hurry up and move these empty boxes over there and put them together with the stacked boxes. Don't block the way!"

On the desolate coast at the northernmost tip of Greene Island, the temperature here is colder than inland because of its proximity to the North Sea. Sir Ferdinand, wearing a cloak to keep warm, stood on the deck with a cane, directing a group of silent and restrained men in black to remove the goods on the deck.

These were not the crew of his ship, but they were indeed quite obedient to orders, and even had a bit of a "zombie" feeling.

Under the command of the knight, the boxes piled on the deck were quickly cleared away and stacked where they would not get in the way. Although it was possible that under the old knight's command, they were inadvertently arranged to form a strange symbol that could only be understood by foreigners, the old knight said that it was definitely an accident!

After all, how could he, an explorer of another world, understand the "distress signal" from another world?

There are so many things to do right now, there is no need to waste time on these trivial matters.

He stood on the deck and looked out. There were already many similar men in black gathering on the coast not far away. It was like a standard expedition team preparing to set off. They were packing various supplies and carrying weapons.

Many spellcasters have already prepared various supplies, but this damn place is so desolate that there is nothing to explore.

Unless, they plan to advance towards the mountains in the south.

The old knight raised his head expressionlessly and looked at the towering peaks further south of the coast.

It is part of the mountains in the north of Greeny Island and also the most inaccessible place on the island. In this vast area of ​​mountains, except for a group of mountain people who have lived here since the beginning of the era, there are basically no outsiders.

As the most famous explorer among the Sealanders, the old knight also traveled in these mountains more than ten years ago, trying to find the "ancient tiankeng" mentioned by the local mountain people and explore the secrets inside the tiankeng.

Unfortunately, that exploration came to nothing.

"It will take us a long time to get close to the legendary tiankeng. The place is protected by the nearby mountain tribes. People who are not recognized cannot pass through their blockade."

The old knight whispered:

"You come here at this critical moment. I think you are really at the end of your rope. Do you really think Murphy will give you so much time to enter a certain place of creation?"

He seemed to be talking to himself, but in fact he was "asking and answering himself".

Facing his ridicule and ridicule, the other consciousness gathered in his body replied in a relaxed tone:
"I don't need Mr. Murphy's permission to get close to the legendary place. I always have my own way. I don't occupy the mechanical area under the big tiankeng. I just need a place to respond.

I can accomplish what I want anywhere, but Mr. Murphy has been making a bit of a fuss lately.

I have to find something for this heroic Chosen One to do, and by the way, push my years of searching one step further. Ferdinand, there's no need to be so rude. I told you, this is the last time we will work together.

Once you've done this, you'll be free.

What a bright future! Isn't it worth your smile at this moment? "

"hehe"

The old knight put on a forced smile, and then he saw several members of the Dusk team coming out of the cabin carrying a very special mechanical box.

He stared at the box with curiosity, wondering what was stored in it.

The old knight knew that the ship had taken a dangerous route across the frozen sea to reach Greeny Island.

This is a ship from the New World, and all the cargo on the ship is a camouflage to hide this mechanical box. Therefore, no matter what the chief monk wants to do in these mountains, the things in this mechanical box are of paramount importance.

"It's time to go. Suppress your curiosity for now and take these guys with you to escort it to the big tiankeng."

The friar ordered Ferdinand:
"Go as fast as you can. I'll be waiting for you there."

"Ok?"

The old knight raised his eyebrows in surprise and said:
"Are you going to come here in person? Or are you going to send another 'puppet' like me?"

"What's the difference? You know how awkward I am right now. You are me and I am you. Moreover, this is a matter of great importance to the future. Wouldn't it be too arrogant for me not to show up at such an occasion?"

The monk sighed and said:

“What’s more, we have to do something under the eyes of the Ring Tower. It is impossible to bypass the eyes of the undead. I underestimated him and almost lost our arrangements in the Plantagenet Kingdom. The psychic power that was originally in my hand was wasted overnight.

However, who would have thought that the once unknown Dean of Academic Affairs actually had a terrifying second identity beneath his ordinary disguise?

What's even crazier is that a creature born in evil and darkness, with conspiracy and greed flowing in its blood, and evil in nature, would actually stand on the side of order in a war that would determine the future.

He is a formidable foe, and I suspect he will appear and stand in our way of achieving Twilight Hour."

"It's 'you'!"

As the old knight came down the gangway he said:

"Don't confuse me with you guys, I was never a member of Dusk!"

"Yes, you have never been one of us, but you have contributed more to our cause than a few leaders."

The monk smiled and said:
“It was you and old Sherlock who opened up the New World. It was you who brought the fire of chaos from the Old World there. It was also you who first set foot in the jungle at the heart of the world and found the direction for the treasure that I had been searching for for hundreds of years.

Remember those 'white devils' the Aztecs talked about?

Ferdinand, no matter how frantically you wash your hands, you are still responsible for the blood of those who went there along the routes you opened up and committed all kinds of horrific crimes.

do you know?

I have invested in some outstanding guys in every era in this era that is not worth reminiscing about, but none of those guys who have left their names in history have brought me as many surprises as you have.

Born explorers always bring various shocks to the world.

If I had known you were so capable of causing trouble, I should have invested in the Explorers' Association hundreds of years earlier. Perhaps I could have ended this shameful era before this strange guy Murphy showed up.

As you said, you are not one of us, but I would rather exchange ten 'sources' who disobey orders and only know how to mess around for a powerful guy like you."

In response to his sarcastic praise, the old knight said nothing.

He hurried ashore, carrying the mechanical box with the silent black-clad cultists along the secret path into the mountains. At the last moment before leaving the coast, the old knight looked back at the lonely cargo ship floating on the sea.

It had been untied and anchored, and would soon be carried out to sea by the current, where it might be noticed by something from high above, and with luck captured by the psionicists of Whitecliff.

Hopefully it will be noticed soon, and hopefully they will understand the signal to stay on board.

He wanted to kill the bandit but was powerless to do anything. Even if he found a Dusk leader and fought him, he could not stop the bad things that Dusk was doing. But if he could send a message to the magical leader of the Order camp before things got worse, then there might be hope of turning the situation around.
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The "expedition team" led by the old knight was advancing very quickly through the mountains, and he did not try to take these guys on a detour.

This little trick can't fool the head monk.

That guy is undoubtedly number one on the world's "villain rankings".

He himself said that he would "personally" come here to complete the task that was already being carried out, but when the old knight and the Dusk Cultists spent several hours arriving near the large cenote in the mountains, he was still shocked by the scene in front of him. In his memory, there should be a mountain tribe here, guarding the road to the cenote in the mountains, but right in front of him, the territory of that tribe was unusually silent, without any of the vigilance that mountain hunters should have in the mountains.

This made the old knight feel something was wrong.

He walked quickly across the suspension bridge woven with vines. When he approached the camp of the mountain tribe, all he saw was corpses all over the ground. The mountain warrior closest to him fell face down beside a tree root. There was no pain on his face, but a strange smile, as if he was dying in happiness and satisfaction.

This made Ferdinand realize that there must be more helpers of Dusk nearby.

He led some Dusk followers into the camp and soon found traces of people coming and going in a cave.

Right next to a lit bonfire, a large group of guys wearing Plantagenet Kingdom soldier uniforms were resting there, and some wolfsbane vampires hiding in the shadows were exchanging wine glasses and tasting blood.

It was a chilling scene to see these guys talking and laughing in the camp full of corpses.

Next to those soldiers, the old knight saw a familiar figure.

Countess Margaret, wearing hunting clothes, stood expressionless beside the cave. When she saw the old knight coming, a trace of helplessness and anger floated on her beautiful face, but then she stepped forward and bowed to the old knight.

Ferdinand knew that this courtesy was not for himself.

Then, a cold force surged in his consciousness, as if freezing his mind and making him lose his perception of the outside world.

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The head monk's consciousness rose up and took over the old knight's body. He blinked and looked around, and said to the countess in front of him:

"Has everything been arranged?"

"As you wished, the road leading to the cenote has been cleared. The royal explorers and guards that my husband had arranged there have all been reassigned in advance by a 'wrong order'. At least tonight, no one will disturb any of your actions here."

Countess Margaret said calmly:
"I have completed what you asked me to do. Can I leave now? I have to take my daughter to the zoo tomorrow morning. Please understand, but in my eyes, the evening 'career' is completely incomparable to accompanying my daughter."

"It seems that you have made up your mind to part ways with us, my 'disciple'."

The head monk asked in a rather helpless tone:
"So, did you give up your great cause because of your illusory love, or did you become weak because of the birth of your own flesh and blood? You and I have seen the original sin together. In the ruins a thousand years ago, you and I learned the truth of the past, and shared the secrets of a thousand years ago with me.

Your vision should have transcended that of ordinary people, and you should devote your life to a higher cause.

I trust you so much!

I put all our arrangements in Plantagenet Kingdom under your control, but how did you repay that trust?
You stayed out of the Ring Tower when it encountered repeated problems, and let the psychic power we worked so hard to cultivate be destroyed by the joint efforts of King Louis and Payen. The annexation and control of the Wolfsbane Clan should have been completed by you, but you allowed Cecilia to indulge in hatred for Blood Eagle and Sarokdar, and caused the disaster of Cadman City.

You know, my disciple, that was not in the plan.

We should use your power among the Sealand nobles, the transcendent status of the Ring Tower, and the shadow zone controlled by the Wolfsbane Clan to complete the encroachment and control of the Plantagenet Kingdom!
But what about you?
You indulged yourself in the pitiful warmth King Louis gave you, and threw everything behind your mind! Like a foolish village woman, you longed for a 'perfect' life! I once regarded you as my successor, but you really disappointed me! "

"Really? I'm really sorry to disappoint you, sir."

Faced with the head monk's grief, Countess Margaret showed an overbearing sneer.

She stopped pretending and directly scolded:

"So who is saying these clichés to me right now? Is it Master Myreddin, whom I truly respect as my father? Or is it a lonely ghost who has been unwilling to die from thousands of years ago and is still pretending to be hypocritical and kind?

You can pretend to be doing something great, but the truth is, you're just an old asshole.
Don't talk to me in that disgusting tone, and don't call me 'disciple'!
Steiner.
My mentor and I must have been crazy to open that damn room in the ruins of the grey desert. That was your fate, to die miserably in a prison where time and space are constant, with no one knowing your whereabouts, and to rot into ashes with the ambitions of you and your masters in the subspace!

Just like what happened to Sir Ferdinand, how many "puppets" do you have hidden in this world?
You're a coward.

The rage that is surging in my heart is roaring, because you, a bastard, tried to kill my husband in front of me in the Songhai Empire! I am sure that you also had instructions in the kidnapping of my daughter. You want to put the dog chain back on my neck, you conscienceless dog!"

The countess took a step back, calmed down her anger a little, sighed, and said:

"During the time when I was deceived by you, I thought that my mentor had indeed converted to a new path. But as you said, as the most outstanding disciple and successor of Master Meredin, I am a little smarter than you think.

I see through your poor disguise.

You can certainly pretend that you have a great advantage, but the fact is that under the attacks from all directions by the Order camp headed by Murphy, your Dusk has suffered heavy losses and has reached the point where it dares not even carry out public activities.

You can certainly go around bragging to anyone you meet that you will definitely win in the end, but anyone with a discerning eye knows who has the advantage right now!

You and your master will eventually become the losers of the past in the fire of order. In this case, why can't I jump ship in advance?
I told you a long time ago that your career has nothing to do with me!

After my daughter was born, my only responsibility as a mother was to make sure she could live in a good enough world, instead of following a group of idiots to make this already dangerous world even more chaotic.”

"But you're one of us, kid."

The head monk said softly:

"The mark of Dusk has been laid. You don't really think that Mr. Murphy will be magnanimous and spare your life? Especially after what you did in the past was exposed. You want to be a perfect mother, but can you really wash the blood off your hands before embracing your husband and your children?"

"Haha, don't bother with that, sir. The blood on my hands is far less than yours."

The countess grasped the hilt of the Rose Swift Sword at her waist and said:
"Besides, you know that the Scepter of God is always suspended above our heads, right? If I can't leave this area by my own will today, how long do you think it will take for Mr. Murphy to know your exact location?
Look!
I told you, I'm smarter than you think!
This is the last time I will participate in your operation. Don't contact me again, sir. After all, I am a woman with a husband and children. I am afraid that my family will misunderstand me. So, goodbye, dusk! The nun died decades ago. Don't disturb her grave again. "

After saying this, Countess Margaret performed a cumbersome aristocratic farewell ceremony, turned around and left the camp that was littered with corpses.

This scene made the head monk shrug.

He did not stop them, but clapped his hands at the people who were resting in the cave, and called out in a gentle tone:
"Let's go, everyone. Night is approaching and we don't have much time left."

On the other side, Countess Margaret's heart was still beating fast as she quickly walked through the forest.

Obviously, she was not as confident as she appeared.

It is very risky to simply use the oppression of Murphy's order camp to exert extreme pressure, but it seems that her desperate gamble seems to have won. The countess is considering whether she should find time to have a talk with Governor Murphy.

Although she knew that the other party would most likely not forgive her, it was much better to be honest and accept severe punishment than to passively wait for the truth to be revealed. As she said, she was a family person after all.

But just as the countess was about to leave the jungle, at the end of the road leaving the forest, a figure wearing a psionicist's cloak was standing there, with his back to her and not saying a word.

However, the mere appearance of this figure was enough to strike the Countess as if struck by lightning.

"Teacher, you?"

She stopped where she was.

The next moment, the figure in the memory turned around, and a pair of tired eyes under the hood looked at the girl he regarded as his daughter and heir.

他 说:

"Long time no see, Aurora, poor child, it has come to a point where you are at the end of your rope, and you are still so naive that you think you can declare a peaceful withdrawal in such a stupid and shameless way.
Oh, I really should review the way I taught you."

(End of this chapter)