Chapter 215: Quest (below)

The huge force pushed Pegdo to the sky, and then threw him back to the ground. So many times, the sense of weightlessness has always accompanied his senses.
The noise of the guns gradually faded away, and the strong nausea faded away like a tide, replaced by the smell of incense. Pegdor felt that he was accelerating and turned into a tunnel with colorful streamers. The iron box was always tight by him. Hold tight.
Bang~!
He fell heavily on the soft blanket, panting, and for a while his mind was empty.
This is a very ordinary meditation room, belonging to Pegdor, but now it has a strange sense of strangeness.
In the original five-member squad, only four of them escaped, and the survivors lay wearily on the blankets, with no glory of victory in their eyes and dumb air.
In the middle of the meditation room is the mission target. The box was unscathed and there was no shot. It stood in the middle of the crowd. It was dark and heavy, like a huge coffin, and the light shone on its undulating surface to let it It looks provocative.
Peggy stood up and walked staggeringly.
"what are you doing?"
Samuel asked. His voice was hoarse and weak. Although the blood had stopped, the bullet was not removed, and the blood on his body messed up the white blanket.
Pegdor began to lift the seal and chain of this thing.
"We died for this thing."
He said coldly.
"You have to see why he died!"
Peggy reached out to reach the lock pins, and after breaking the seal they were easily pulled out.
Samuel and the others said nothing, and cast a curious look here because at first they thought that Pegdo knew what was inside.
Withdrawing the last lock pin, Peggy reached out and opened the lid. The upper board covered the entire box, as thick as his palm. He reached down and gently pushed it away.
At the same time, he smelled the stale dust rushing out of the opening, and he suddenly felt uneasy.
He pushed the lid to the back. There was a humanoid thing in the box, wrapped in what looked like a coarse cloth bag.
He drew a dagger from his boots and began to cut.
It didn't take long for him to see what was inside, but he didn't stop. He didn't stop until every piece of fabric was cut and removed, just to confirm.
Finally, he straightened his body and stared down at what he had just opened.
He felt sick and dizzy, reaching for the edge of the box to stabilize himself.
"what is that?"
Samuel asked.
Pei Gedo did not immediately answer, a painful remorse flowed through his body, blocking his words.
When he finally spoke, his voice was sad and low.
"Nothing at all……"
His eyes were scattered and he muttered to himself.
"...Nothing in it."
Samuel stood up, walked to the box, looked inside, and saw what Peggy saw.
"what!"
He screamed and took two steps back.
Inside the box was a twisted corpse, perhaps a human, as they had seen in the drain, dirty under the light.
It occupies most of the space inside the box, curled up like a baby, it looks only one meter tall, with a slender skin on one side and mottled, rough muscles on the other, which may have been a long time ago A boy may also be a girl, but now he can only hold a twinkling diamond-shaped cyan crystal in the form of a monster.
It's like a rotten apple next to the head, with a dagger, they all know...
For a long time, Samuel said nothing.
"They know we are coming."
He finally uttered a word.
Hassan nodded.
"We were fooled. From the very beginning."
"I hurt him..."
Pei Ge slowly fell to his knees, closing his eyes in pain, and the childish and alert face came back to his mind.
"Toothpick" Dimit, a 14-year-old kid who often fools around in order to survive. He sheltered many young orphans. It was also the first friend Pegedo made when he came to Cusconal.
In order to track a batch of suspicious goods, Pei Gedu commissioned him to put beacons into those cargoes. He was very familiar with the port. Originally Pei Ge thought that this should be a simple task, and the other party was very happy to help him with this. busy.
However, after that, he never saw Dimit...
"The war has begun..."
The old voice came from the direction of the gate, and suddenly a figure stretched out from the cuffs to reach her hood and lift the fabric back.
An aged face emerged, deep wrinkles, dry skin, bones protruding under the haggard flesh, like a long-term hunger, but her eyes were full of life-deep, eyes like torches, almost like the eyes of birds Generally sharp.
Jacqueline, one of the two remaining legends of the crow school.
"...Even now, I can feel the vicious eyes staring at us, pressing against my heart like a sharp blade. I heard the voice of conspiracy in the dark. I remember how they used to be. Every one ~EbookFREE.me~ Whether it is fantasy or reality, I have witnessed how they are now. The withering of their souls makes me heartbroken. They release their uncontrollable power... They are deceived, not just being The enemy, witnessing this breaks my heart."
Peggy did not know how to listen. Suddenly, he fell into deeper sorrow because he understood the meaning of the elder.
"This shouldn't have happened."
"But this is never guaranteed, is it? Even the strongest person has his own flaws, which is where the tragedy of our race lies."
Jacqueline looked at Peggy, her eyes were so intense that the other party felt a bit painful.
"Frankly speaking, Master Jacqueline, this evidence is enough to make the sinister conspiracy public."
Unexpectedly, Jacqueline smiled, as in all her gestures, this was a contradictory movement, at the same time showing pain and happiness.
"The dean of the Royal Academy of Arcanes and I once had a debate."
She looked at Samuel.
"After a long debate, his intellect is so powerful, although a bit stiff, it is undoubtedly very powerful, and, occasionally, there is a sense of humor-some form of humor. Do you believe it?"
"Uh……"
"Our debate is this-I believe that the ruler's task is to make himself obsolete, so that when his people are mature enough to replace it, he disagrees with this, he feels that we will never be mature enough, he I think that only a strong enough force can unite humanity forever, even temporarily.
Samuel looked at her and thought, he could only understand a small part of the prophet's words.
"So, we..."
"Do your best."