Fairy’s Box

The deep underground ditch, with bizarre twists and turns, flows through a wide black river, surrounded by endless black fog.

The water flow exudes an astonishing cold air, slowly flowing into a huge void with no edge, but does not descend, but rises along the edge into a tall wall of water.

Inside the void stood a tower-shaped building with a dome-shaped top. These buildings were rooted in the depths of the mud and were divided into many floors, each of which flashed a dim yellow light from the bottom to the top.

It's an enclosed space 200 miles below Edinburgh, but just a week ago there was nothing but mineral deposits and groundwater.

At the center of the building complex in the hollow, there is a cylindrical altar burning with blood-colored flames. The deep and vast negative energy continuously dissipates as the flames burn, making the surrounding space piercingly cold.

At the center of the circle on the surface of the altar was a glazed curtain wall with a diameter of about twenty yards. The firelight passed through the curtain wall, leaving dark red marks on a man's body. His face was shrouded in shadow, and his illustrious status could only be seen from his expensive highland gown and well-maintained hands.

The space below the altar is very spacious, with elegant mahogany furniture and silver tableware placed. The floor is also made of translucent glazed material, and below is a giant monster covered with metal pouring.

This giant monster looks like a standing fortress, with its head and neck in a roaring posture, most of its body is buried in mud, and the entire altar is built on its back, like a parasitic tumor.

Part of the metal shell is mottled and decayed, revealing its original color of dark green and black. The exoskeleton that constitutes this color has an introverted icy edge like steel. Dust is deposited on the edges of the scales of unknown thickness, which have long been hardened into hard clods.

The troll's real distinguishing feature is its ugly, angular, triangular head, with deep-set eye sockets filled with silver metal that doesn't show its original color.

Inside the burning altar, the man opened his eyes, and the blood-colored light crossed the glazed curtain wall and the sticky negative energy, and landed in a corner above.

"Come out, the phantom hiding under your eyes."

He raised his hand and pointed, a black mist rolled over the space, and a short and fat figure in a black robe and a white ghost mask flew out. On the mask is a swollen and deformed greedy smile, with gray flames burning in the pupilless eyes, and a peculiar stance looming all over the body, representing that it is one of the users of **** power.

"Hee hee hee, to be able to discover my existence, as expected of someone who stole the power of the Heretic God." It rubbed its fin-like hands, and the ups and downs of sinister laughter kept coming from all over the space.

"What are you, and what's the purpose of looking for me? If you don't make it clear, you won't want to leave alive."

A man in a Celtic costume stood up from the bench, his gray eyes turned to the other side, his voice was like mechanical polishing, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

"Hee hee hee."

It swam to the glazed curtain wall, drilled hard, and floated to the other side like a bubble:

"I am sending you a special gift by order of the master."

"I don't accept gifts for no reason, and I have no interest in your master. As for you, you can stay... because I am very interested in your body structure."

The right arm under the man's long sleeve swelled and deformed suddenly, accompanied by splashes of dark green mucus, a brown tentacle covered with sarcoid burst the sleeve, and instantly wrapped around the short and fat figure.

"Hee hee hee."

It was wrapped and squeezed by the tentacles, and it shattered into large and small black bubbles, which flew behind the opponent and reassembled back to its original shape:

"I don't think you can."

"I can't kill you. In this case, I have a little interest in your master."

The man said with a blank face, his tentacles smashed to the ground with a pool of mucus, and after twitching and rolling like a mad giant python for a while, his arms gradually recovered.

"Tell me, who is he?" He looked at each other indifferently.

"Hee hee hee, it doesn't matter who he is, what matters is that he has the same opponent as you."

The chunky figure patted his two fins, flew to the other side, and said with a smile:

"He, like you, hates the man who now controls the Highland Kingdom. Like you, he expects the country to fall into chaos. Like you, he wants to make this world a perfect world of brimstone and blood."

"It's really unexpected... I thought that the only people who like me are the devil." The man turned his head to look at the other side, and there was a glimmer of light in his dark eyes.

"Hee hee hee." It laughed a few times.

"But I'm still not interested in accepting his gifts. If I want to cooperate, let him come in person." The man stared at the other's mask, and a dark red flame burned in his eyes:

"Either get out, or I'll really let you get out."

"Hee hee hee, my master is very sincere. He didn't come in person because he couldn't help it. After all, the guardians of this world are too strong."

It didn't seem to care about the other party's eviction order at all. It flipped a few times and floated right in front of the man:

"Let's take a look at the gift first, you will be satisfied."

"I don't want to repeat it a second time... eh!?"

He raised his head abruptly, looked upwards in the space, and a hint of surprise gradually appeared on his stiff face.

call-!

There was a sudden roar that trembled the earth, and a pitch-black empty crack suddenly burst open above the ground, and a blood-colored flesh cocoon with a diameter of hundreds of yards was squeezed out from the space fault. With heavy burning blood light, it smashed into the building complex like a meteorite, stirring up waves of dust like a tsunami.

"Hee hee hee, you collected a lot of negative energy and cast the death knell altar to resurrect this Hydra. Unfortunately, even if there is only one main head left, even if it is resurrected, it will not be able to exert the power of the victory period."

It swiped its fins, swirled around him in a backstroke posture, and continued with a sinister smile: "Compared to this Hydra, which has been dead for thousands of years, I think a demon in an embryo is more suitable for you now. "

"To be able to come up with such a treasure..."

The man looked at the blood cocoon with eager eyes, but his voice was still cold and stiff:

"Who is your master?"

"Hee hee hee, his name is Duriel. The enemies call him the king of worms because of their fear, but we followers prefer to call him the Voodoo Prince." The demon servant replied with a sneer.

"King of maggots... I like this title."

The man looked away from the blood cocoon and narrowed his eyes indiscernibly.

…

The evening sky was reddish yellow, with a silver star looming.

When Lydia woke up from her deep sleep, the sun was already shaking. The female knight got up sleepily, rubbed her waist and buttocks subconsciously, and found that the swelling had disappeared.

Holding the pillow, she looked sideways at the wound medicine wrapped in the paper bag on the opposite small table, and couldn't help showing a hint of a smile.

A little skin injury is really not a big deal for the Origin Knight. It only takes a good nap to recover completely.

Lydia rolled on the bed holding the pillow for a while, giggling from time to time, suddenly remembered the serious business, immediately jumped off the bed, quickly put on her uniform, and rushed out of the tent.

Compared with the metropolis of Rosévia, Edinburgh is much quieter at night. There are neither noisy night markets nor all kinds of vendors, and even bars close very early.

Such a deserted street is the favorite environment for sneak attackers, so it is necessary to be more cautious - the guards who have suffered a loss are naturally more needed.

Before the night came, the garrison army used the brigades as nodes to block the water in the western suburbs of Edinburgh. Lydia and the aquatic team kept patrolling back and forth, just in case.

And somewhere in the dark, an attack on the top officials of the Military Administration is still slowly brewing.

"Sir, it's them."

With a word that was deliberately lowered, a man in the shape of an emissary walked to the window and carefully opened the thick curtain on one side.

As a result, the empty shopping streets in the western suburbs immediately appeared in front of the assassins through the window glass on the third floor.

One of the men soon saw the target - Goethe and Lolo, the most advanced in the army.

"The man in the front is Goethe, who used to be a legendary mercenary, but this is a part-time job. His real occupation is an adventurer. The most lethal part is the lower limbs, the powerful force of a giant crab claws. It’s so big that it can be broken into two pieces in minutes. The pretty girl in the back is Lolo, and Goethe is a companion, and is good at using a metal hidden weapon with a shape similar to a rose…””

The other party said in a clear and fluent tone:

"These two people have been mercenaries for a period of time, so we were lucky to get an opportunity to evaluate, and the results were not optimistic. Judging from the strength shown in their resumes, these two people have very strong strength... strong Enough to fight the Scourge Knight..."

"It's a little tricky..."

The leader frowned and interrupted his subordinates' comments: "If they keep following the team, it will be very difficult for us to succeed. We must find a way to separate them from the team."

"I will do my best." The subordinate lowered his head.

"Oster missed the assassination of the woman named Lydia before. Now their upper class must be very alert. Be careful not to reveal flaws."

"As ordered."

"Go, I'm waiting for your good news."

The man nodded and turned his gaze to the long line of patrolling again. A few thick blue veins suddenly protruded from his face and disappeared.

…

"You must have a hard time imagining what I found!" Beverly said excitedly, holding a shorthand notebook:

"The tomb robber named Hank actually communicated with several members of our new army a few days ago. According to them, he was followed by a young man at the time. The two seemed to be very eager to leave the western suburbs. But it didn't work because the wharf and various transit stations were blocked at the time."

"A young man?"

Yale raised his head and looked at him, frowning: "Is that the tomb robber named Will?"

"No no no, the tomb robber named Will is thirty-three years old this year, and the young man is no more than twenty years old. In the communication, they have always been father and son, and Hank has no son at all, so I think that young man should be another of his accomplices."

"Another accomplice, and then what?"

"And then there's the wonderful place."

The red-haired boy put down the shorthand book with a bright expression, leaned in front of the black-haired knight, and gestured forcefully and said:

"This young man's name is Derek, and he actually disappeared. According to the time and place, I can conclude that the two of them should have escaped together."

"Good reasoning, continue." Yale echoed and applauded softly.

Beverly, who was encouraged, instantly soared, slammed his fists hard, and said excitedly:

"However, the official channels have been blocked by us. They have either been killed and destroyed, or they have left here through some underground channels. These underground organizations must be connected with the official channels, so I start with the blockade army in each station. Investigate, and at the same time inquire about the underground smuggling organizations near the western suburbs."

"And then? You found a smuggling organization in the western suburbs?" The black-haired knight gradually kept up with the rhythm.

"The answer is correct!"

The red-haired boy raised both thumbs at Yale, patted his chest, and continued proudly:

"By interrogating the blocking army and privately inquiring about the smuggling organization, I found a smuggling organization in the mountains of the western suburbs! It was a smuggling organization with the skin of a church. A real priest!"

"The world is getting worse." The black-haired knight was already immersed in the rhythm.

"Guess what I found out by investigating this priest?" Beverley began to sell himself in a complacent manner.

"Are they the prisoners who helped Hank and Derek smuggle?"

"Not only that!"

The red-haired boy said that he was thirsty. He took a sip of the tea cup in front of Yale, and then rolled his eyes bitterly from the special strong juice tea, and finally swallowed it:

"Do you remember the dead man named Geoffrey?"

"Jeffrey...I have an impression, his profession seems to be a snakehead!" The black-haired knight started to sway along with the rhythm.

"The smuggler responsible for smuggling Hank and Derek was this Jeffrey, and according to the autopsy report of this guy, he had been dead for several days at that time."

Master Rhythm leaned down, his eyes fixed on Yalei, and he asked word by word, "Why does a dead snake head suddenly appear, why are these two people rushing to smuggle, don't you think it's strange?"

"Do you think there is some connection?" The black-haired knight continued to sway.

"There must be some connection! Because since then, the dead Jeffrey and Hank and Derek have disappeared, and no one has seen them again, including the snake head on the other side. The three of them seem to have suddenly disappeared from the world, and there is no more information."

Beverley raised his head, dragged his chin with his right hand, rubbed it lightly, and said in a trance, "According to my speculation, this Jeffrey must have gone to kill those two tomb robbers!"