The deep blue and almost black fluid peaks are surging with waves, and the towering waves almost touch the sky. Not far away is the thunderstorm that seems to never stop, rumbling and roaring.
Nearly 10,000 tons of seawater are constantly rising and falling under the pull of gravity. The "Black Death", which is usually huge, is like a piece of duckweed, being gently lifted up, but it cannot escape the constraints of the planet at the highest peak.
It fell and exploded after colliding with the solid sea water.
The keel reinforced by the steel structure kept wailing, and even the sailors who usually despised nature the most hid in the room at this time. Only the crew members with extraordinary strength could stick to the deck and maintain the straightness of the channel.
In the enclosed captain's room, the weak candle flame kept trembling, flickering on and off in line with the frequency of the ship's rocking.
In the middle of the not-so-wide house, thin threads visible to the naked eye intertwined into a network, tightly binding the seats made of ice crystals in mid-air.
The threads connected to every corner of the room and inserted into the gaps between the wooden boards like tree roots seemed like living things, constantly adjusting their directions. For a moment, the suspended "seat" in the middle of the room was as smooth as walking on the ground without shaking.
Tracy, with a gloomy face, sat back on the chair, and transparent filaments tied her and Elaine tightly to the back of the chair to protect their safety.
Her free left hand kept comforting Elaine, who had never experienced such a storm. Her gloomy blue eyes stared at the almost extinguished flames in front of her, as if waiting for something.
Time passed by minute by minute, but the storm outside the window showed no sign of stopping.
The candlestick nailed to the table was almost burned out, and the flame in the dressing mirror behind him was so weak that it was barely visible.
Suddenly, an illusory stream of black flames spread out from the very clean mirror, and the picture in the mirror blurred. A one-eyed man with wings shot out from it like an arrow, and directly hit the roof of the captain's room.
, fell to the ground.
Obviously, the sudden storm in the Raging Sea involves the secrets of the spiritual world. Even the messenger who is usually responsible for transmitting less important information lost his way in the corresponding area and almost died on the way.
Tracy, who had evil eyes, was not in the habit of expressing her anger. She just increased the strength of her hands and suppressed Elaine's move to raise her head to explore.
The silk thread attached to the wall slowly lifted up, and with a relatively gentle movement, it picked up the spirit world messenger who was struggling to get up from the ground. He branched out and took away the letter grasped by the eagle's claw-like hind legs.
Tracy struggled to read her mother's letters that had been decorated with gorgeous language, and her heroic slender eyebrows couldn't help but raise high.
"Why did the sect suddenly want to clean up other captains responsible for transporting slaves?" Tracy said the contents of the letter without any concealment, not caring that Elaine heard it.
Elaine's face changed slightly while she was "bearing the humiliation" in her arms, taking in her body heat, and said cautiously:
"Witch...the sect will not treat you..."
Judging from the information Tracy read out, this was an honest and upright silence.
Tracy, who was wearing an off-white shirt and light blue fitted trousers, shook her head slightly and comforted:
"No, since mother notified me in time, it means that there will definitely be no risk in this regard. After all, I am also a formal member of the sect. I am just tasked with maintaining a certain power at sea. I will not do it.
So awesome."
Although she didn't like her mother who was mostly indifferent to her offspring and was passionate for a while, she still trusted her mother's strength in her heart and always unconsciously showed her tendency to rely on her.
After hearing the affirmative answer, Elaine, who was held in Tracy's arms, breathed a sigh of relief.
She may not be able to escape Tracy's sight for a long time, and naturally she doesn't want anything to happen to her.
And after such a long time together, she also figured out Tracy's nature.
Although she is always forced to do things she doesn't want to do due to the position of the sect, she is more like an adventurer with slightly extreme means than the more heinous bastards on the Five Seas.
But this does not mean that I will compromise. She still did a lot of evil things and was never soft on her opponents. She instigated, assassinated, and tortured prisoners. These were all "good things" she did!
Elaine, lying in her arms, silently convinced herself, completely forgetting that she seemed to be one of the "captives" as well.
Of course, Tracy didn't hear what her little "girlfriend" was thinking.
The letter she had just read had been burned up with black flames. Looking at the embers on the floor in front of her, accompanied by the violent shaking of the ship's hull, her blue eyes seemed to be pregnant with a storm.
Her boredom with this kind of mission had reached a certain level. Whether it was the Church of Storms' overreaction to pursue him or the dozens of captains of all sizes that she was about to face, it all made her head hurt.
If I hadn't integrated the remaining forces of Qilingos in advance... Tracy's sharp and bright eyes narrowed into slits, and the disgust in them was almost substantial.
"destiny."
............
In the quiet suburban cemetery, thick darkness reigns over the dozens of acres of land, and there is no light.
The two major cases that have become increasingly tense recently have almost drained all the energy of Backlund's three official Beyonder forces.
They also have to reduce the frequency of daily patrols of cemeteries. More public cemeteries can only rely on the consciousness of the tombkeepers. If any abnormalities are found, they will report to the nearest church or church members who will patrol the cemetery the next day.
In this coldness, a not-so-tall silhouette gradually emerged from the darkness. He tapped the cane in his hand, like a gentleman who had just returned from a banquet, and his relaxed gait seemed to be patrolling his own courtyard.
After finishing his commission for the day, Klein played with the gold coins he had just received from Mike, along with a brass whistle, and kept tossing and catching them in his hands.
The icy blue in his eyes was like a spring breaking through the ice in early spring, deep and breathtaking.
In the spiritual vision where most of the field of vision was occupied by cold colors, Klein's sharp gaze slowly passed over the tombstones, scanning the possible changes in the surroundings, and the cane in his right palm was ready to go.
Unfortunately, even after walking through half of the cemetery, Klein didn't see the phenomenon he wanted.
No corpse emerged from the ground like its former self, or was as out of control as the living corpse controlled by Maric yesterday.
Only corpses that have not been purified will be awakened by Mr. Azik's copper whistle. This is also the main reason why the church vigorously promotes purification rituals.
Although the deeper reason should be that the "Pale Disaster" had caused a great psychological shadow on various churches in the Northern Continent... Klein put away the gold coins and copper whistles in his hands and stopped moving forward.
.
Maybe I can try to go to the hospital morgue and take a look. Of course, I can also try to use the corpses in the corner of the east area.
Klein recalled the corpses that could be vaguely seen on street corners in the East District these days, and silently put this option to the end.
Recently, official Beyonders have been very careful about all aspects. If it weren't for various reasons, Klein would never want to disturb the pitiful dead.
With his eyes closed and staring blankly at the epitaph on a tombstone, Klein felt depressed for no reason.
Snap.
In the silent darkness, the sound of a pebble falling to the ground was particularly obvious. Klein quickly turned around and saw an old man wearing a linen coat looking at him with a horrified expression. His legs could not help shaking, as if he would die in the next second.
Escape.
Why was he so scared? Klein looked around in confusion before confirming that this gentleman was indeed afraid of him.
"Excuse me......"
As soon as he spoke, the middle-aged man with sparse hair, a very high hairline, and conspicuous spots on his face screamed, turned around and ran backwards, staggering and almost falling.
Seeing him escaping in a panic, Klein felt dazed for a while, and then a cold feeling suddenly hit his back.
In the picture simulated by spiritual intuition, a body dotted with multiple rotting corpses stood blankly behind him, its milky-white eyes staring straight at the pocket on the left side of his coat, and fishy saliva dripping from its mouth.
Woo!
Klein, whose body tensed up instantly, swung back, and quickly swung his strong cane towards the corpse behind him, hitting the most vulnerable part of the neck. The head, which had lost most of its hair, immediately flew backwards.
Why didn't my spiritual intuition call the police in advance? And the gravekeeper, I didn't even feel his presence!
There was a rare hint of panic in Klein's eyes, and he stared nervously at the slowly falling body. His left palm rested on the upper part of the cane, ready to draw out the chain blade at any time.
He was alert for a while and found that nothing happened anymore, and the body in the end seemed to have returned to normal, without any movement.
"Is it really just an ordinary corpse that has not undergone purification for some reason and happened to be awakened by Mr. Azik's copper whistle?" Klein touched the minibus and muttered to himself, holding the cane in his right hand and gently holding the corpse.
The head's body turned over.
This corpse was older when it was alive. It was wearing the white single clothes that are most common in hospitals. Its withered limbs were filled with the smell of decay. In the cross section of the neck, white worms the size of little thumbs were slowly squirming.
The internal organs have begun to rot and have maggots. This body has been dead for at least a while. It is not just moved out of the hospital. Although it is still weak, it does not look like the corpse of a homeless person you can see on the streets of the East District.
Bodies that are unclaimed or cannot afford burial fees must be placed collectively, burned and buried uniformly. It is impossible to keep the whole body.
"Could it be that someone, like me, had the same idea about the undecontaminated corpses in the hospital morgue and actually threw one in?"
"Is he a member of the Spiritual Religion Group, or a wild Beyonder of the 'Corpse Collector' path?"
Klein squatted half beside the corpse, summarizing his reasoning and guessing, feeling a little at a loss for the moment.
It seems that spiritual intuition does not give feedback all the time. It should only call the police when the subconscious mind thinks that it is in danger. So this corpse and the tomb guard were not discovered by me who was distracted?
Based on his own experience, Klein slowly stood up, with a trace of confusion on his face.