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Chapter 362 What Should Be Done
For the Kingdom of Eternal Night, which even the Sentinel Organization will find difficult.

He must resolve the story line of this meteorite transportation perfectly.

From now on.

Since coming out of the old port, Su Wen has completed the necessary work by engraving blank cards.

However, if the internal structure of Xingyue Port is allowed to continue to develop, it will definitely be detrimental to his future layout.

not to mention.

Promote Dawn Flame to Rank 3.

This is a necessary guarantee for the hard strength of the next trip.

the other side.

The inner city area of Xingyue Port ten minutes ago.

In a steampunk auction house late at night in the foggy sea.

Nelson captured everything he saw on his camera:
Thick fog filled the air outside the window.

The gas lamps in the weak light cast a dim glow, illuminating a corner of the auction house.

The walls of the third floor of the auction house are covered with all kinds of strange objects, from ancient mechanical parts to rare works of art, each of which exudes the atmosphere of the Victorian Industrial Revolution.

The crowd was scattered around the room, sitting on the bench seats, wearing vintage steampunk outfits, hats and masks.

Some of them are collectors, some are businessmen, and there are even adventurers on the Veltins who have completed escort missions.

Although the situation was just undercurrent at the beginning.

But Nelson remembers it clearly.

The chaos began when he put the fake World Tree message "a Parosa leaf" in a glass bottle for auction to ignite the atmosphere. The next item was:
It was a dark purple crystal ball.

It is said that this is the final relic that the antique collector sent here for auction two days before his death.

But it was unexpectedly snatched away by a group of mysterious people at the booth that Xingyue Transport was most proud of.

At the same time, all the gas lamps in the entire auction venue were turned off.

Chaos and bursting flames engulfed the entire auction hall.

Many valuable auction items and fire-vulnerable relics were lost.

More importantly.

Children left unattended in the chaos.

Nelson thought about his experiences in the ranger camp during this period.

He gritted his teeth, slung the camera, which he regarded as his life, across his body, and without hesitation, stood in front of the fallen collection.

The photographer's left arm was fractured by the heavy meteorite product, accompanied by severe pain.

But he still used his remaining right arm to pull the child in front of him and escape from the fire.

It is also at this moment.

Nelson saw another, larger man doing the same thing.

The man grinned at him.

But next second.

A man in black who passed by the burly man stabbed a dagger into his chest.

"President!"

The auctioneer in the distance saw this scene and shouted anxiously.

But the sturdy man just covered his chest which was bleeding and said weakly:

"Send the children away first."

The man in black who saw this scene said disdainfully:
"A bunch of damn idiots."

Then he escaped into the shadows.

Seeing this scene, the powerless Nelson felt an unconcealable anger welling up in his heart. He sent the child he had just rescued to a safe place and wanted to rush into the sea of fire.

But the severe pain in his arm caused him to stumble and hit the outer wall of the auction venue, and then fall to the ground.

As a second-level transcendent in the non-combat sublimation lineage, he is too weak.

The child he rescued asked timidly:

"Brother, are you hurt because of me?"

Hear the child say this.

Nelson touched his head with his remaining hand:

“It’s my brother who is so useless.

I am sorry.

I’m so useless.”

He hated his own weakness.

Just as he said this.

The sound of a locomotive engine was heard in the sky!
at the same time.

A calm and familiar voice came from behind Nelson.
“Don’t blame yourself.

You made the right choice. There is no shortage of extraordinary people at the auction who can prevent this disaster.

But they just chose to flee.

Nelson.

You should be proud of yourself.”

Su Wen, wearing a black windbreaker, walked past Nelson's sight and headed towards the sea of fire.

"Rhine, save them.

They are good people.

You shouldn’t have died here.”

"I know."

Su Wen witnessed Elvis' burning soul in Gdansk. He witnessed Lovison's unyielding will after being shackled by the abyss since the Old Port. He also witnessed Angela's burden of inheriting the entire Heinsbrot, and the inheritance of Storm Watch in the Samoa Islands from Edward to Anthony and then to Phyllis.

And now.

He could say that he finally had a new perspective on the true pioneers of the Lost Sea.

perhaps.

The reason why human civilization can continue to develop in the Lost Sea is not because of the profit-driven rubbish of the Cleveland Consortium.

Su Wen raised his head slightly and gave an answer at the same time:

“As civilization progresses, there will always be resistance.

But as long as there is hope.

There will always be people who will come forward.”

moment.

A dark blue blade appeared in his hand.

The sword blade is clear, yet it seems to be surging with the pulse of an entire ocean.

In an instant, a boundless storm surged out from the edge of his raised sword, instantly blowing out the abyss flames that were burning like a plague.

But it also tore a huge hole in the ceiling of the entire auction hall.

The burly man who fell in the sea of fire in the distance almost died, but now he should be able to at least save his life.

Su Wen calmly put away his sword and turned around:
“Fokends, the president of the Meteoric Transport Chamber of Commerce.

remember.

You saved your life yourself.

Also, don’t ask me for compensation for the damage to the auction house’s exterior wall.”

"you are?"

"Night Watch—

Rhine."

The moment he finished speaking, his figure disappeared into the mist of the late night after the flames dissipated.

All that remained was the roar of the mechanical axles and energy transmission at Starfall Port day and night.

There is also a reverse abyss magic circle that is quietly and spontaneously combusting in an unknown location.

That was posted here by Famir in advance in order to suppress the pollution and powerful erosion effects brought by the abyss fire.

And now, there were almost no casualties in the auction hall.

Everything is according to his plan.

at the same time.

Su Wen accessed the sentinel's communication line through the micro communicator he had just received from Sister Rendel:

“Ms. Rendel, let the finishing work be left to the United States Federation troops stationed here.

We need a 'moderate' chaos.

Now the mind flayers that the Tide Cult followers had sacrificed to have been burned to ashes by the flames.

No need to worry about pressure from the US military."

"You mean 'Lovison'?"

"Ok.

His time is running out.

But in the end, give him this chance to atone for his sins."

Hearing Su Wen say this.

Rendell's voice also became softer:
"Mr. Rhine.

Just as I thought, you are really a gentle person. "

“Gentle?

Maybe. "

Su Wen is not a person without emotions.

In the present world, he is just a young man of twenty years old. He would lean on the bed at one in the morning and not choose to fall asleep, but just browse the dimly lit mobile phone aimlessly. There would be a moment when he would choose to escape and feel lonely.

It's just that, in the observation of time again and again.

The future he was looking for and witnessing.

Perhaps this is exactly what the world expects.

After all, he still has expectations for the ending of this game:

“As for now.

We need to go to the corner of the factory area.

Snow is in the heart of the mechanical clock at the core difference engine location.

Don't worry, she'll wait for me."

I heard him talking about Jiang Menghan.

There was a hint of envy in the sweet voice of the royal sister Lundell:
"You really trust her."

“Trust is built through performance, not conversation.

Rendell.

I hope that one day I will receive the friendship of the Sentinel."

at this time.

Changes also began to occur deep in the abandoned factory. Through the image transmission of the micro drone, Su Wen saw the flickering lavender light spots in the picture.

He quickened his pace.

It’s time to welcome the final curtain call of Starfall Port tonight.

(End of this chapter)