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"December 3rd..."

Richard picked up the pen, thought about it, and then put it down again.

He raised his head slightly, looked quietly at Alger Wilson, who was standing in front of him without saying a word, and greeted him with a smile: "Good afternoon, Captain, it's very cool today. I thought you would sleep a little longer before getting up.

Woolen cloth."

"Noon on December 3rd?"

Alger spoke in a hoarse voice. He did not look at the dull sky or the black and red sea water. Instead, he stared at the calm researcher. The crew members who were tied to the mast and railings looked at each other from time to time.

They laughed maniacally, and sometimes roared loudly in a language that no one could understand. The pitches, whether sharp or horrifyingly low, were completely unlike those produced by humans, as if their throats and vocal cords were no longer human.

Instead of organs, they became the abode of things like demons.

"What the hell is this place..."

Richard smiled gently: "Don't worry, the spirituality here will not completely mutate you. There may be some harmless mental problems. I will treat them and let you go back safely."

Alger, who looked gloomy and haggard, looked dazed for a moment after hearing "Go back safely". He looked at Richard Ernst, and a certain voice sounded in his heart again, burning some evil thoughts: During the two civil strife

, their food has been consumed, and from then on everyone looked at each other no longer innocently, but became enemies and hunters. The despair and anger that followed were like black mist visible to the naked eye, quietly in this ghost ship.

It flows silently, and everyone is immersed in it.

So the struggle broke out without any reason. The crew members vented their pent-up anger and malice to their heart's content, regardless of whether they were their colleagues or friends. Human morality seemed to be the mud under their feet. From the beginning, they were completely

Out of control. Alger almost accidentally killed three of his crew members, and was almost attacked by everyone else. Just when they were about to die together in a crazy and short internal fight, Richard Ernst suddenly took action.

, used thunderous means to suppress the civil strife in the wearers, used some extraordinary ability to suppress their egos and malice, and then tied them all up with ropes.

"Please wait a moment, everyone! Now is not the time for a fight, and I will not control the ghost ship to return."

There is no food. You will die no matter what. Fortunately, the sea is filled with dark red flesh. But there is still a lot of fresh meat on the ship.

But this "Sistine Ernst" is still calm and self-possessed in this environment, and there must be a way to come back alive... In order to survive, he must be captured... and forced to tell him how to stay awake...

I want to leave...anyway, I will die...

Alger didn't think there was anything wrong with his idea.

He licked his lips and slowly licked away the blood from the chapped skin on his lips. He didn't know that the cruel and bloodthirsty look in his eyes at this time was no less than the legendary "Blood Admiral" who killed innocent people indiscriminately.

"Captain Wilson, I've always wanted to ask you a question."

Richard turned a blind eye to Alger's completely uncontrollable malice. He moved aside cordially, patted the vacant space, and said with a nonchalant smile: "When you learn that I am a member of the Ernst family, immediately

Your attitude has changed, why is this?"

"Have you ever met anyone else in my family?"

Alger's eyes became dazed again. The angel's spirituality and the maliciousness spread in the sea of ​​​​blood were tug-of-war in his mind. Sometimes there was a flash of clarity, but most of the time it was still covered and controlled by the dark maliciousness. Richard's

The words were like a hand gently wiping on the fogged frosted glass, still chaotic, but also ushered in a moment of clarity.

"I haven't seen you..." In the end, Alger did not choose to go over and sit down. He took two steps back. The clamoring voice in his mind kept him away from the young man in front of him. He was afraid. He spoke very slowly, word by word.

Said, "I only had one meal from your workhouse."

"...before starving to death."

"That's it. Thank you, Mr. Alger. I'm glad you are willing to share these things with me."

Richard finished writing today's diary, closed this small book that seemed to be never used up, and put it into the pocket of his thin windbreaker. He stood up, walked steadily to the railing, and looked down at the slowly flowing water.

The sea of ​​blood was moving, and the black flesh spread upwards bit by bit from the bottom of the ship. However, the entire Blue Avenger was under His spiritual protection, and these flesh and blood only floated on the surface and did not really erode the ghost ship itself.

He held the railing with both hands, closed his eyes, and felt quietly.

A huge, dull, slow heartbeat.

The distant sound of blood flowing slowly.

A noisy sound like the chirping of insects, the sound of flesh and blood repairing itself.

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"In the second era, the ancient sun god emerged from the sky, fought with the ancient gods, took back power, slayed the dragon, destroyed the phoenix, drove back the giants and elves, and protected the human city. From this, the fire of civilization began to shine in the world.

.”

The teacher was obviously born in the Fourth Age, but he is very familiar with those ancient and long-lasting eras that do not even have chronology. Even the last human civilization can clearly describe it. Crazy and rational, wise but indescribable, indifferent and loving life,

Which god is He?

"The demon king Fabuti fled into the abyss. The specific age cannot be determined. The migration of a race and believers as a whole should take a long time. It is not ruled out that Fabuti will act like the "Phoenix" and directly throw the entire city-state into the spiritual world.

...Since then, demons have gradually disappeared from the earth, with only a few believers remaining. Later, I don’t know when there was a saying that the abyss was polluted, and it is said that even demons cannot survive there.”

Richard closed his eyes and murmured to himself in a voice that only he could hear. After a moment, he opened his eyes, and a look of shock flashed in his eyes.

"It is said that Sequence 0 of the Devil's Path is the "Abyss"."

"But the abyss has always appeared only as the name of a specific area in myths and legends."

The Blue Avenger sailed quietly, and everything became silent. Under Richard's suggestion, all the crew members had fainted at this time. There was obviously no wind, but the thick black clouds in the sky slowly dispersed. Obviously

The boat was moving, but there were no waves on the sea. It seemed to be gliding on marble, leaving long traces of scratches behind it. It was clear that Richard had no eyes, but after seeing the pale and cold sun,

, the feeling of "looking at each other" naturally arises in my mind.

The Temperance Angel frowned.

Richard clearly felt that a small part of his spirituality had been polluted. The body was a prison for the mind, and the world was a prison for the body. Malice from adjacent pathways whispered in his mind, tempting him to open his own cage with his own hands.

He saw the ruined homeland, his playmates who were trampled to death by iron hoofs, his mother who starved to death, his neighbor sister who was kidnapped when he was nine years old and has never been seen again, his dead comrades, and those who have been buried in his heart for hundreds of years and have never seen him again.

Forgotten hatred and sorrow.

What is suppressed will be released, and what is imprisoned will eventually escape. Richard felt these temptations nostalgically, and suppressed them into the corner of his mind with familiarity.

"So this is ah."

There are mountains of corpses piled up on the sea. The gaps between the tall and curved ribs are the channels for ships to sail. The broken bones and carrion are like rocks. The three-masted ships are not small, only as long as two knuckles of a severed hand, and there are countless

The dark spines of two branches are buried under the water, shadowy, like claws waiting for an opportunity. The bleeding waterfall on the cliff rushes into the black-red sea. The spiritual concentration of the demon in front is frighteningly high, and it is probably only visible in the medium and low sequences.

One glance will drive you crazy, and even a demigod-level demon who stays here for a long time will lose his mind and only retain his instincts.

Further away, there is a deep haze, which is the entrance to the legendary abyss.

The sky and the earth were dark, but His eyes shone brightly, like clear amber under direct sunlight. Richard Ernst stepped on the railing and stood firmly on it, looking at the black sky and red sea with a startled face.

.

"This is the Demon King, the dark side of the universe, Fabuti!"

"This is the "Abyss"!"

"The Demon King and the Abyss are compatible and form one body with each other. Their flesh and bones are the mountains and valleys, and their blood is the oceans and rivers. So when you have mental problems, the Abyss becomes a desperate place where even demons cannot survive."

He smiled happily, then looked up at the pale sun in the sky, and pointed downward: "However, compared to the teacher, your seduction skills are really far behind! You can only see the surface.

The most superficial negative emotions cannot understand the nature of hatred and pain."

"You think I will be desperate and angry because of the pain, but you don't know what the source of my pain is!"

If it were a teacher, he should...well, the teacher would not be too bored to sway me, because I would never listen.

Okay, that's it. You can't go any further. Just tell the teacher the truth about the situation here... Richard took out the small book again and started writing, drawing a simple route map by the way. In fact, he directly wrote the things in the abyss.

The best way is to take some blood or flesh out. Directly establishing a connection with the occult can prevent you from getting lost, but the contamination in it is probably enough to kill everyone on the ship. If you really take it out, they will probably die again along the way.

Ordinary people and teachers may not care, but I still care.

Suddenly, his movements stopped abruptly, and he heard an imperceptible change in the tide of the sea of ​​blood. So he listened carefully, and heard vague and strange words ringing in his ears, like a woman's chuckle.

and calling, mysterious and soft, arousing His desire to get closer. Richard had an inexplicable liking for this voice that he had never heard before. Listening to this voice, he seemed to see the most perfect and favorite thing in his imagination.

The woman. Then he woke up and found that one of his feet had already stepped in the air. Below was the black-red sea, with black shadows dotted under the red blood, as if being watched by huge eyes.

.

A distant heartbeat suddenly sounded, approaching silently while the other party was in a moment's trance. It was like an ancient bell roaring in the distance where the Temperance Angel was so close. A few drops of blood flowed from the corners of Richard's eyes and nose. He gasped.

He curled his lips and immediately took a step forward, directly from the railing to near the top of the mast.

The wind is blowing tightly, it collapses and sells away!

He stepped on the cable with his feet, grasped the mast with his hands, and poured his own spirituality into the "Blue Avenger" almost without reservation, instantly raising this ghost ship to the level of a saint!

The prisoner pathway is good at making use of surrounding objects, which is one of the reasons why Richard chose Alger and the "Blue Avenger".

This ghost ship seemed to have come to life in an instant. The rudder turned rapidly, as if it had turned into a wheel, and it completed an impossible U-turn at high speed in the blink of an eye. The hanging anchors and chains clanged against each other, and its sails

It was raised high, and the strong wind from nowhere blew up the sails violently. The hull kept balancing and swayed left and right. The empty wine bottle containing the suicide note rolled around on the deck, with the sound of wind and all kinds of chaos.

The sounds were mixed together, playing a rough movement, like the Blue Avenger laughing loudly.

It hasn't really entered the abyss at this point. It's speeding toward where it came from, leaving the beating of the heartbeat and the angry whispers of women far behind.

At the same time, Richard turned his back to the abyss, took off his glasses, and raised them to his shoulders, with the mirror facing behind him.
To be continued...