Chapter 877:

"You are telling the truth," Jill Lee agreed. "But here," he turned his head to look at the sleeping stars, looking back at the full room-"are we here and now find anything that can serve us?"
Li Huai once again only has the cruelest information for reference. "Disperse." He told them. "Look for a circular mark around four points set in a diamond pattern."
They were gone, but Li Badi lingered for a moment, staring again into the dark and painful eyes of the stars. They sealed themselves in those boxes years ago? One thousand, ten thousand? Their empire has long ceased to exist, but there is still an outpost here that has been revived to perform its mysterious duties. It seems that a long time ago, during the invasion of Saxony, a Roman garrison had been frozen, waiting for a large number of troops to return. Buck is right. Today, there is nothing in common between the people on earth and these unknowns. They must continue to sleep undisturbed.
However, when Li Huai also turned to leave and returned to the aisle, he still realized that he was constantly being pulled to return home. It seemed that the eyes had been set with a lock rope, let him go back to release the sleeper. He was happy to turn the corner, knowing that they could never watch him plunder the treasury again.
"Here!" It was Buck's voice, but it echoed so strangely in the big room that Li Bai couldn't determine which part of the warehouse it came from. Before joining with him, he must make a few calls.
The side of the case shines with a dot diamond symbol. They took it out of the pile and put it in the open air. Li Huai knelt on the ground. The container is an unknown alloy, tough, without traces of many years, and perhaps indestructible.
His fingers were once again in a position that his eyes could not detect, that is, the mark on the edge, and the strangely-shaped mark could not be placed comfortably in the fingertip. He pressed down with the strength of his arm and shoulder, then lifted the lid.
The Apaches investigated a set of compartments. Each compartment contained an object with a barrel and a handle, which was roughly similar to their own world and time arm, but there were enough differences to point out The essential weirdness. Li Huai completed a job with infinite care to maintain its vise support. The weapon is lighter than any automatic weapon he has ever had. Its barrel is very long, 18 inches long, and the grip shape is weird, so it cannot be placed comfortably in his hand. There is no trigger, but a finger can be extended on a button on the lower part of the barrel.
"What does it do?" Buck asked.
"I'm not sure. But it's important to mention this in particular on the tape." Li Huai took the weapon to Buck, and let it go from its holder.
Buck said, "I can't see a way to load the bullet." He carefully checked the weapon.
Li Huai replied: "I don't think it will fire solid bombs." "We have to test them outside to find out what we have."
The Apache took only three weapons and closed the box before leaving. When they twisted through the broken door, Li Huai was once again attracted by the strange passing of patronage. When he was ambushing for the Red Hunting Party, he was almost possessive. He took a step or two forward until he was able to grasp the edge of the reading table and leaned himself firmly on the table.
"What's the matter?" Buck and Jill Lee were both looking at him. Obviously no one felt this feeling. Li Badi did not reply for a second. He is now out of trouble. But he confirmed its source. This is not a strong objection from the red caller! It is rooted here-to force people to follow the original intention of the outpost, which is the last resistance for the sleeper. This place was established for one purpose: to protect and prevent the ancient rulers who served topaz. Perhaps the presence of the invading human race here released its power and began an invisible installation.
Now Li Huai simply replied: "They want..."
Jill Lee glanced back at the long narrow door, but Buck still looked at Lee Bad.
"Are they calling?" he asked.
"In some way," Li Bad admitted. But this compulsion has faded. He is free. "It's gone now."
"This is not a good place," Buck observed seriously. "We touched something that shouldn't be owned on earth." He stretched out his weapon.
"Don't the people pick up their rifles when necessary to defend themselves?" Jill Lee demanded. "We are going to do what we have to do. After seeing that," his chin pointed out the gap and what was behind the gap-"Do you want the demon army to forage here?"
Buck said: "Still, this is a choice between two evils, not between evil and good-"
"Then let us see how powerful this evil is!" Jill Lee-headed to the corridor leading to the pillar.
In the late afternoon, when they passed through the mist-shrouded valley under the arch, they came to the old site of the Tutatar refugee camp. Li Huai saw the long barrel of the weapon in a small bush supported by a large rock, and then pressed the launch button. Apart from trying, there is no other way to know if the weapon is loaded.
The result of his actions was swift and terrifying. There is no sound, no signs of projectiles... ray gas... or any sound that may be made by finger movement. But the bushes-bushes are no more!
The black smear outlines the withered branches and leaves on the extinguished rock. The earth may still wrap the root system under thin ashes, but the bushes are gone!
"\'The breath is unbelievable!" Buck broke their fearful silence first. "In fact, the evil is here!"
Jill Lee-raised his gun-if it could be called-aimed at the clearly visible rock of the bush and fired.
This time, they were able to witness the process of disintegration, that is, the fragmentation of the stone, as if its substance was nothing but sand milled by river water. There was a pile of blackened rubble, nothing more.
"Do you want to use it on creatures?" Buck protested, covering up his voice in horror.
Li Huai promised: "We will not use it for creatures, but for the ship against the demon army and cut it into pieces. This will open the turtle's shell and let us eat its meat.
Jill Lee nodded. "These are true words. But now I agree with your concerns about Li Huai's place. This is a demon. We must not let those fall into those-
"Will it be used more freely than we planned?" Buck wondered. "We reserve our rights because we have higher motivation? Think that that is also a tortuous road. We will use this method because we have to do it, but then...".
After that, the warehouse must be closed and the tape that provided clues to the entrance must be destroyed. Part of Li Huai fought the decision, even though he knew it was. The tower is a threat he believes. Moreover, what is more frustrating than the risk they are taking now is that they believe that treasure is a poison that cannot be eliminated but may be spread from topaz.
Assuming that Western Conferences discovered that warehouse and explored its wealth, would they be less eager to develop them? As Buck pointed out, one's ideals are likely to provide reasons for violence. In the past, having been in trouble due to religious wars, one fanatical view was contrary to another. There is no justice in such a struggle, only a fatal ending. The demons have no right to acquire this new knowledge, but neither do they. It must be locked to prevent stupid and fanatic intervention.
"Taboo-" Buck said the word, and they appreciated it. It is feasible to place knowledge behind invisible barriers that are taboo.
"These three-no more-we did not find other weapons!" Gil Lee-added a warning suggestion.
"No one else." Buck agreed, and Lee badly echoed, adding:
"We found the tombs of the astronauts. These tombs were left to them. Due to our huge needs, we borrowed them, but we must return them to the dead or trouble will follow. They can only be used against demons. The army’s fortresses were first discovered by us and brought us the anger of restless souls."
"Okay! This is the answer to the people. The tower is the grave of the dead. These are taboos when we return. Did we agree?" Buck asked.
"We agreed!"
Buck tried the weapon on the sapling and saw it disappeared and turned into nothingness. No Apache wants to point this strange gun at their bodies. Power makes them objects of fear, not weapons that please fighters. When they returned to the temporary camp, they spread all three people on blankets and covered them. But they can't hide the memories of everything that happened to bushes, rocks and trees. ""
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