The cold color spread slowly, and within a moment, it occupied the entire full-length mirror. The pale but heroic face gradually became clearer, and bit by bit protruded from the rippling mirror.
Tracy felt the hardness under her feet, and her mood was worse than ever before. It was even worse than when the ascetic monks from the Church of Storms searched the mountains and seas, and chased her from the Raging Sea to Bayam and lost everything.
Who is that adventurer?
Why does he want to see me and what is his purpose?
Countless questions that could not be answered now were swirling in Tracy's mind, harassing the pirate general's increasingly chaotic heart.
She couldn't understand the adventurer's ability, couldn't judge the path the adventurer was on, and didn't believe she could defeat a completely unknown enemy without external help.
Unlike fighting ordinary pirates, any extraordinary person who knows the sequence knowledge knows that mastering the enemy's sequence and understanding the opponent's abilities are often the basis for victory in battle.
Tracy wanted to be filial, wanted to shout angrily, wanted to curse unscrupulously as if she had not yet been promoted to a "witch" and was still a man.
Bang... With a sullen face, Tracy punched the table. The fist with clear bones was not damaged, but cracks were made on the table.
After gathering her thoughts, she shook her head, her face changed several times, and she tried her best to look calm.
She knocked on the ajar door and whispered:
"Yin Lian, it's time for us to leave."
...
"What extraordinary people must always contend with is not only danger and madness, but also all kinds of evil thoughts stemming from their own, as well as the gravity of corruption that will cause them to sink if they are not careful..."
Putting his cane and gloves aside, Klein sighed as he felt a rare sense of calm.
He really had some doubts about the real reason why these two powerful sealed objects came to him.
Isn't this really some kind of trap set by "Secret"?
You must know that when he was in Backlund, although he did not have any powerful sealed objects, he also defeated many enemies whose order was higher than his own. However, since the "substitute" appeared, his vigilance has been declining, until tonight
, almost killed himself.
If it were in the past, I would definitely not appear in front of the enemy in my true body. The most daring thing would be to go in the spirit form, so that even if I encounter an unpredictable danger, I can escape immediately.
"Langing Desire" and "Creeping Hunger", just like their names, continuously transmit negative emotions such as darkness, violence, and greed to Klein.
Of course, this should also be due to the fact that I gave up on myself after learning the truth, otherwise these seemingly unobvious negative factors would not have been exposed so quickly... Klein's eyes were dark, and his mood was already low.
A lot more depressed.
Before, I had always aimed to go home, and even if the "secret" revealed to me that I was actually her half, this had never changed.
In other words, I have never really believed in "mysterious" words. After all, ordinary people and true gods are demi-gods to each other. Even in the most ignorant primitive religions, it is absolutely blasphemous...
Thinking of this, Klein couldn't help but frown and wanted to stand up, but sat back because of the sudden shaking of the floor.
That's right, he is now on a ship heading to Blue Mountain Island.
Daniz was very efficient. Two hours after Klein agreed to contact the indigenous church first, he obtained two boat tickets purchased with false identities.
Of course, Klein, who later became a god, strongly suspected that this famous pirate just wanted to escape the conflict with the "Blood Admiral" that might break out at any time.
Tonight, the sea near Bayam was very windy and the spiritual activity was higher than usual. Klein couldn't help but wonder if he had made too much noise recently and attracted the attention of the "Sea King" from the Church of Storms.
Due to the constantly shaking floor, Klein, who was in a bad condition, did not bother to maintain his balance. He just stretched his neck and sat forward until he could see the window.
Through the glass window of the lake that has been molded by heavy rain, the dark green and black cone-shaped outline of Lanshan Island is looming. If you look carefully, you can even see huge cumulonimbus clouds hovering above the island, with silvery white shining in them.
"Shit, the weather in this damn place is terrible!"
Daniz's cursing voice came in from the direction of the door. Klein, who was half lying on the bed, straightened up, quickly took off his somewhat scattered clothes, and sat upright.
He seized the moment and cast his knife-like gaze at Daniz just before he officially entered the room.
"Did I disturb you?"
Danitz looked at Gehrman with a sullen expression, covered his mouth in panic, and said cautiously.
Indeed... Klein, with a cold face, shook his head against his will, his voice cold.
"What's going on outside?"
Before setting sail, Daniz swore that this ship was the best on the route and would never be like other cheap ships that could shake the brains of passengers like a carriage on a dirt road.
"It's nothing." Daniz breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the chair, and wiped the rain off his face.
"It may be that the sea gods that the indigenous people believe in suddenly became unhappy. There was no sign of it from the instrument on the ship and there was a sudden heavy rain. I guess it will not stop until tomorrow morning."
Poseidon suddenly became unhappy?
Klein raised his chin slightly, and touched the gloves and cane on the bed with his left hand.
Theoretically speaking, high-sequence storms, such as the "Poseidon" sitting in Bayam, can easily change the weather in a sea area, not to mention the possible sequence 2 Poseidon.
"How was this situation before?" Klein turned his eyes slightly and asked Daniz.
Daniz, who was wiping his head with a towel, stopped and thought carefully.
"It shouldn't be much, otherwise the indigenous people wouldn't have to live on the island where the colonial government didn't care about large-scale development."
"I have never seen any signs of Poseidon. I have only heard a few rumors at most. However, these rumors are also spread by local indigenous people, and few outsiders have seen them."
At Klein's signal, he continued:
"You think, if there really is such a sea god behind the indigenous people, even if it is a demigod, it cannot be like this now, completely suppressed by the government forces and the Church of Storms."
"It?" Klein noticed keenly that Danitz's pronoun when referring to the sea god was a bit strange.
Danitz was not surprised by this, but nodded calmly.
"Those indigenous people claim that their Poseidon is a sea serpent. You can tell by looking at their totems and holy emblems."
As he spoke, Danitz, at Klein's request, pieced together the so-called teachings of the Poseidon Church.
After listening to Daniz's retelling, Klein was certain that this so-called Poseidon Church had nothing to do with the "mystery".
What is Poseidon? He is the overlord of the ocean, a spiritual master born out of the mist, and a great god who has existed since ancient times.
That article makes no sense, with only three out of ten sentences related to the doctrine of blood sacrifice. The only factor related to "mystery" is probably the fog.
However, this also proves from the side that at least before Tristan notified me, the incarnation of "Mystery" has not yet awakened, but the Poseidon who does not know the so-called sea snake image is somewhat interesting.
Klein has two general guesses, either some lucky creature swallowed it or was contaminated by the sleeping sequence two characteristics, and became a crazy extraordinary creature, and it is definitely not at the angel level.
Either the locals don't understand the unconscious radiation of angel-level extraordinary characteristics to the environment, and they make up a false god.
The difference between Wu Zhu's extraordinary characteristics and sealed objects is actually not that big. They will all spread their extraordinary influence to the nearby area. Especially the higher the sequence, the more obvious the influence of extraordinary characteristics. At the angel level, this difference can be almost ignored. .
After all, the Ancient God of the Second Age was the European Emperor who directly swallowed his attributes alive. It would not be so hard to accept that any lucky sea snake could imitate and succeed in one fell swoop.
Huh... Klein decided not to think about this matter anymore, waved his hand, drove Daniz back to the servants' room, and collapsed on the bed again.
Only this time, he didn't take off his "creeping hunger".
...
Orange-red flames danced wildly on the torch made of human bones, and the light cast distorted a pair of figures squirming back and forth on the deck. They were male and female, and some were male. The spirituality bred by desire showed a sickening scarlet color. On the "Tree of Flesh" - the flagship of "Admiral of Blood", a layer of magical mist is woven that cannot go back.
Humanity's most primitive desires are present in every corner of this ship. The branches of oaks, banyans, palm trees and other trees that make up the hull absorb the ownerless spirituality in the mist, as if they have come to life, wrapped up and used as decoration. The bones and bones joined together in this wild and lustful carnival.
Moans and screams of joy could be heard endlessly, but there was a dead silence in the captain's room.
Senior was lying in front of an altar made of human heads, internal organs, limbs and other biological remains, trembling all over.
Suddenly, the flames of the candles on the altar were dyed with various colors, each of which seemed to correspond to the different desires of the descendant.
The remains of the creatures rolled together layer by layer without any wind, like melted candles, squirming and kneading into a shaky and twisted human shape.
The twisted human figure swayed its body, and its uneven arms that were solidified like tree bark reached down from a high place and landed on Senior's head. He lifted the pirate general's head and pulled it out of the floor. Got up.
"No results yet?"
There seemed to be a heart beating inside the flesh-and-blood humanoid, thumping, thumping, and the powerful muffled sound caused Saignol to bleed from all his orifices.
"Your Excellency Zatvin, please forgive me..."
The embarrassed Senior moved his pale lips and defended carefully with an extremely weak voice, trying to protect his own life that might disappear at any time.
"I have been trying my best to find the key to the kingdom of death, and I have obtained clues, but..."
Before Senior could finish speaking, the flesh-and-blood alien that was constantly mutating and more like a digit than a human suddenly stretched out and reached the ceiling of the captain's cabin.
"God is angry!"
“It’s not just you, we all need to atone for God’s wrath!”
The demigod after the alien, Zatwin suddenly fell silent, and it took him a while to regain his ability to speak.
"The blasphemer, the 'demon' who murdered Jacks has fled to the Sea of Rage and into the chaotic spiritual world created by the death of the God of Death. Without the key of the God of Death, we cannot approach the city where she is hiding. Even His Highness Si'a can't.
It is impossible to move in the contamination left by the God of Death.”
This "silent apostle" said too many words at once, his whole body twitched, and even the flesh and blood aliens also convulsed.
But he still insisted on resisting the restlessness of violating the performance, gritting his teeth and insisting:
"The key to death is very important. I will secretly come to the Rhoside Islands in the near future."
"If necessary, I allow you to recite my name."
Everywhere in the body was twitching with flesh and blood aliens. Following Zavent's words, an explosion without warning shattered into debris on the ground. The thick blood reflected an evil red light. After a brief confusion, he began to move toward Sai.
Niall Huilong.
The frightening heartbeat finally disappeared, and Senior, who was bleeding profusely, could no longer hold on and collapsed on the floor.
He was glad that he did not mention the loss of his crew members. Excessive explanations would only make the "Silent Apostle" on the opposite side angry.
There may not be many pirate generals on the sea, but there are many "Revenant Souls" in the "Rose School", and their number far exceeds the so-called pirate generals.
"Edwina..." Senior, with his sunken eyes, hammered the floor hard, letting the blood on the ground crawl onto his body, gradually condensing into the shape of a little man.
The lewd carnival on the "Tree of Flesh" was still going on, and the already crazy crew members didn't even notice that the ship under their feet was turning.
Is it a coincidence?
The direction of the turn seems to be...Lanshan Island?
...
Backlund, in the apartment rented by Forsi and Xio in Backlund Bridge District.
What should I write... Forsi, who had just returned from the gray fog, was spread out in front of the desk. The pen made a little dent on his face. He stared at the beginning of his lazy blue eyes.
of letter paper, eyes distracted.
Today is the blood moon, and I don’t know if it’s due to the heavy smog in Backlund. The weather in Backlund has been unusually good recently. The crimson moonlight cast by the red moon has enveloped the entire city, and the intensity of the full moon’s whispers has also become much higher.
few.
According to Forsi's past experience, as long as the haze is heavy enough, the spiritual growth brought by the blood moon may not be so strong, and even the impact of rainy days may be ignored.
For example, Klein, who was struggling with seasickness in the storm, was completely unaware of the coming blood moon. If "Secret" hadn't been on duty 24 hours a day, I'm afraid the poor Miss "Magician" would have had a headache for a while before she was released.
After finishing the CD, Mr. "Fool" dragged Gray Mist up.
His Highness Ambrosius's task is too difficult. He asked Mr. Dorian and I to write a letter to deceive trust... Forsi scratched his hair irritably, but did not dare to use too much force, for fear that he would suffer from staying up late.
Loose hair breaks away from the scalp.
However, when he thought of the reward given by Ambrosius - the potion formula of "Apprentice" Sequence Seven, Forsi started writing honestly.
Starting from the troubles I encountered at work recently, I made up a short story with the help of the writer's whimsical ideas, and cleverly turned the topic to mysticism.
She wrote as tactfully as possible:
"...Mr. Dorian, I feel much better after leaving that fortune teller club. That fortune teller is really magical. I think he is more like a wizard than a fortune teller..." . …”
"And what's even more interesting is that his last name seems to be the same as that of the famous detective."