"Praise...Mr. Washington..." A small mechanical voice suddenly came from
The broken barrel of the "Thunderfire" passed through, temporarily attracting Pleasant's attention. With some doubts, he opened the broken gun. Among the iron sheets and fragments everywhere, a shining golden bullet was particularly eye-catching.
"Praise...Mr. Washington..." The sudden mechanical sound came again, and the place where the sound came from was the inside of the golden bullet.
Plisson picked up the strange bullet. In his mind, Pasha once said to him,
"Manic Depressive Thunderfire", a taboo item outside the organization, does not require bullets. To be more precise, the bullets it emits are magic condensed from the holder's flesh and blood. Once this kind of magic bullet comes into contact with the flesh and blood of other creatures, it will It will produce a shockingly powerful explosion.
But at the same time, each bullet consumes the user's blood. Although the physique of a high-level transcendent can slowly recover these losses, if too much blood is consumed in a battle at the same time, it will have a negative impact on the user's body. Cause irreversible damage.
From the ready-made D+ when he first met Pasha three years ago to the shameful right now, Plissen dared to assert that what Pasha once said to him was indeed true.
"Then what's going on with this bullet?" Plisson squinted his eyes and observed the weird golden gold. He discovered that there was a line of words densely engraved on the bullet. If it were spelled in common language, Just enough to form a complete sentence.
A gift from Your Majesty Merlin. ——Gert Dandridge
"Dandridge..." Pleasant's eyes narrowed. This surname might have been more common before the Fifth Era, but during the Fifth Era, no, to be more precise, it was the founding of the Sky Eagle Empire. In short, this surname can only represent Colombia's Aquila royal family.
"Judging from the shape of this bullet, it should have been produced during the Civil War between the North and the South in 'Star'. At this level, the only one with the surname 'Dandri' is the Sky Eagle royal family."
"The Gilt-Hun who made the sacrifice transaction with Pasha is probably not the remaining consciousness of an imperial prince." Thinking of this, Plissen couldn't help but shook his head.
"Praise...Mr. Washington..."... is torn apart, and yet you still praise it here. Have these relatives of the emperor been brainwashed by the evil god?
Plissen had never heard of an evil god with such a foreign name.
"Praise...Mr. Washington..." The intermittent mechanical sound inside the bullet came out again.
Pleasant directly threw the golden bullet, which was similar to a repeater, into the core space, and then ruthlessly hit it on the already shattered
Another step on the wreckage of "Manic Depressive Thunderfire".
"The broken bullets from this ghost gun hurt me a lot. You deserve to be scrapped." After a brief moment of venting, Pleasant focused the problem on the current situation again.
After a brief thought, the following point of view came to his mind. ? ? ? Pleasant really didn't know what happened. Bits and pieces flashed vaguely in his mind, but every time he wanted to think more deeply, he was always at a loss. He couldn't figure out what caused the current situation. Case.
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"Since Konas's body has not been found, it means that the danger and the battle are not over yet. It's still the same, just take it one step at a time." Plisson shook his head helplessly, and wanted to turn around and walk towards the woods behind him. Onai was pulled out from hiding in the tree hole.
"Wait, this is..." Pleasant's bow was dumbfounded when he saw the field behind him.
As the sludge-like black substance continued to become flattened, the things hidden in it also emerged one by one, a black semi-high gift, a handful with one blue magic pattern and two white magic patterns. The enchanted head, a bronze ear emitting a faint green light, and a set of clothes and boots belonging to an adult male.
This seems to be exactly what Konas possesses...
"Most of Konas' things are here, but his body was not found here. Could it be that he took off his clothes and ran to other places? This is obviously not consistent with common sense."
"If his body is somewhere else, then we have to come back to that issue after all..." Pleasant pulled his scattered head hard, and the confusion in his eyes seemed to deepen.
"What exactly caused the death of Pasha and others? And why did I crawl out of a pile of black material that looked like mud?"
"The situation is becoming more and more confusing." Plisson shook his head helplessly, but he quickly tore off his ragged clothes and put on Konas's jacket without any politeness, and then calmly took out the black substance Other items that emerged from it were collected into the Eternal Core.
While Pleasant was rummaging through the black material for items, a round thing began to emerge from the black mud-like material.
That's Konas' head. Pleasant saw Konas's head, frowning, he sighed softly and stood up.
"Sure enough... Konas is dead too."
"Suoan...I don't know if this can be considered as revenge for you." Plisson turned to look at the grass that had been blown into wasteland, and walked slowly to the front with a sense of loss.
"Maybe I should say sorry to you..." Plisson clenched his fists. He lost his life in vain for an illusory thing. What some people lost on this island is really... Too much.
Kari, and other ships whose names he could not remember. Although he did not see the bodies of these people, Plisson knew very well the way Pasha and his gang of pirates acted.
There is a high probability that they will not leave anyone alive. Although he hates to admit it, in just a few short months, Pleasant has completely bound himself to these crew members who once belonged to Sean.
Regarding the death of relatives and friends, he has experienced too much in this world, so that now that the same thing happened in front of him, the only emotion he felt was temporary pain and full of anger.
And because of the target's death, the slowly burning anger in his heart gradually dissipated, so what was left was almost only the slight sadness and long-term numbness.
"Pirates belong to the big one, and the sea and the storm have the same origin. I hope that in the Styx, the storm can still guide us to the direction of the Lord Feng's kingdom."...Plisson dug up wasteland and buried a Canglan gold coin. In response, he put away his usual joking attitude, slapped his chest, solemnly said the condolences recorded on the title page of the "Pirate Code", and seriously performed a standard pirate salute to this pile of barren land.
"I have to write the rest of the story alone." Plissen sighed, put away the chaotic thoughts in his mind, turned around and walked slowly towards the woods where Onai was hiding.
Since the outcome is irreversible, the living should shoulder the expectations and responsibilities of the deceased and value their own lives more.
The survivors who survived the battle were completely addicted to pain and sorrow and were unable to leave. This may be the scene that those who died as a result least wanted to see.
Pleasant soon arrived at the big tree where Onai was hiding. He gently knocked on the tree inlaid on the big tree and said with a little tiredness:
"Little, come out, it's over...it's all over." Plisson repeated his words several times, but the space inside the hollow tree did not give any response.
"What's wrong?" Seeing that there was no sound coming from the tree, Plisson eagerly pulled the piece of bark that was basically embedded in the tree. He was indeed a little worried about Onai's specific situation now. After all, he didn't want to continue. I have lost the people and things I cherish.
The inlaid piece of bark was pulled by Plisson, but when he saw clearly the situation inside the tree hole, he immediately fell into a brief silence.
"...This kid really has no sense of crisis at all." Plisson touched his forehead with a hint of bitterness in his expression.
In the hollow tree hole, Aunai curled up into one body with Plisson's coat covering her. She closed her eyes, as if she had fallen asleep.
Pleasant looked up and saw that it was already evening. It seemed like a long time had passed since Pleasant lost consciousness and emerged from the sludge-like black mass.
Pleasant wanted to reach out and slap the opponent, but his hand stopped in mid-air, but he quickly retracted it.
"...Actually, that's fine. She should really take a good rest." Plisson looked at Onai's tired face, with a little confusion and pain, and a slight warmth flowed through his heart. meaning.
"We should all take a good rest." Pleasant leaned against the tree, trying not to think about more complicated things in his mind. He hung his head and skillfully played with his scattered hair.
His thoughts gradually began to lean towards the memories of the past, getting caught up in the ordinary and beautiful things one after another.
One after another, different paintings that reflect past memories, are constantly turning over in Pleasant's mind.
These pictures are like rushing waves, constantly flowing, but eventually they converge into one, completely freezing the picture into a relatively complete family portrait.
On the relatively open deck, a young and beautiful Jolsa woman was holding a baby in her arms. A man with slightly curly black hair and a stubble on his face was standing beside her with a smile on his left side. There was also a young child squatting on the deck next to the two, with his head held high, as if he didn't take all this to heart.
...This picture was fixed in Pleasant's mind until the clear image gradually turned gray and white, and the picture of the two standing adult men and women together with the infant began to appear. The cracks continued to disappear, and in the end, only the child squatting on the ground with his head held high remained in the blank and wrinkled picture.
"I did lose a lot of treasures, ships, blood, and maybe that absurd dream in this ridiculous journey. But I think I also gained a lot of new things." Plisson looked up at the quilt. The gloomy sky, blocked by the leaves and only a little bit visible, murmured to himself in a low voice,
"A useful lesson, and a goal that I must accomplish in a short period of time."
"Perhaps after these things are completed, I, who am good at escaping, have no lofty pursuits, and am used to living a comfortable life, can make some changes to some extent." Plisson opened his arms and said with some sigh:
"Inrig, the former head of Norton, the present spirit ghost, the place mentioned by Old Wilson and the unknown entity. This mysterious island city seems to have more mysteries buried than I imagined."
"It seems that I, an old Nortonian, have to pay a visit to this former capital of Norton."
"But before that, I have to do one more important thing." Plisson patted the dust on his clothes and casually took out a spare shovel from the core space, which was the tool he purchased earlier. With the intention of not wasting one more piece, Plisson collected all these unused items into the Eternal Core.
"I will personally give my crew and those innocent employees a proper burial."
"After the incident in Inriges is over, I will return the due rewards and pensions to the relatives of the deceased in Santan Town."
"I'm not a good captain or a good hireling, nor am I morally aware, but at least... I still have some conscience left." Pleasant combed her loose hair down to her body. He tightened his grip on the shovel in his hand.
"I never do anything wrong." Like the despicable savior
