In the middle of the night, the guards on the edge of the cliff raised the wind lantern in their hands, illuminating the countless iron sand surges. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was the tide of the sea.

In the earth-shattering roar, the thunderclouds rotated and sprinkled a majestic torrential rain. The viscous and icy water vapor filled the sea and the sky, filling the lungs, snatching away the temperature, and the heaviness was breathless.

A frenzied torrential rain fell from the sky.

Countless thumb-sized drops of rain burst through the air, only to merge silently into the angry tide. With them wash the shore together.

The ocean has become something inaccessible.

It's like a monster.

The tides and tides that were enough to tear apart the steel were venting their anger in a frenzied manner.

Under the faint fog, it is as if an invisible behemoth is rolling the sea, triggering ocean currents and turbulent the entire ocean.

Even the reefs that had been washed away for thousands of years cracked under the terrifying aftermath, and in the hurricane, those small cracks made a wailing sound, hovering between the dark heaven and the earth.

As if shocked, the guard looked at the tide in a daze, and after a long time, his eyes became trance-like, swaying in the hurricane, losing his center of gravity, and falling into the darkness of the dancing cliff.

It wasn't until the last moment that the chill of death made him react and let out a hoarse scream.

Behind him, a hand reached out and grabbed him by the back collar and pulled back.

The guard who had fallen to the front was pulled back and fell to the ground in a pool of water, and the torrential rain passed through the brim of his hat and splashed on his face, bitter cold and dull pain.

The palpitations of facing death made his face pale, he breathed heavily, and looked at his companion blankly:

"I ...... I ......"

"You're obsessed. ”

The companion said, "I called you down there for ten minutes, and you didn't respond." Luckily I came up and took a look, otherwise ......"

Otherwise?

Otherwise, something very bad will happen.

This kind of thing has happened many times these days, and everyone has already tacitly understood it, and there is no need to deliberately mention it.

"I just came out to breathe, I didn't expect it to be ......"

The guard snorted, and was pulled up by his companion, and the elderly thin man patted the guard on the shoulder: "Let's go back first, I just arrived with a batch of food, the cook made some soup, go and drink a bowl while it's hot, I'll take it here." ”

The guard nodded, took a step back, and looked at his eyes gratefully, "Nevan, be careful, you ...... yesterday That's where Lao Gai jumped. ”

"Go, go. ”

Navin waved his hand, and he skillfully laid out a waterproof blanket under a raised rock, curled up in it, and hid in this small shelter from the rain.

Then he reached out and pulled out a windproof lighter from the thick poncho and lit the pipe.

It wasn't until the warm smoke poured into his lungs and dispelled the chill lingering in his chest that he breathed a sigh of relief, his tense body relaxed slightly, and stared in awe at the tide at the bottom of the cliff, which was only two or three meters away from him, and the dark sea and sky in the distance.

The pocket watch says it's twelve o'clock in the middle of the day.

Go ****** twelve o'clock.

He spat and foamed.

As a member of the Fifth Sector and a special operations officer responsible for doing dirty work, he has been to various places around the world for more than ten years since he retired from the Navy until now, and has seen countless harsh environments, but he never imagined that one day Anglo would become such a ghost.

In particular, the cave monastery was once known as a resort for its pleasant climate, but now the hotels and roads have been submerged under the dark tide, and only the monastery built on the cliff face is barely intact in the middle of the mountain.

With the arrival of the Mist, more than half of Anglo's few land territories along the coast have been submerged, and no one knows if the islands in the depths of the Mist are still alive.

In accordance with the emergency regulations of the Fifth Division's wartime plan, Anglo itself is now equivalent to the fall. Except that institutions around the world are beginning to enter a period of silence.

All but the necessary members of the operation are required to be dispatched and quickly assemble towards the predetermined location, and those who fail to arrive within the time limit will be considered treason.

Now, according to the dispatch of the emergency person in charge of the communication, more than 400 commissioners from all over the country who have experience in demon and natural disaster operations have arrived.

It has been waiting in the cave monastery for more than a week.

The person in charge of the emergency has not heard from him except for the sudden order that came nine days ago. The commissioners who stayed here, although they still maintained discipline and order, had begun to faintly become chaotic.

Originally, everyone who came here was an elite selected by Anglo from all the people in the country, there was no shortage of musicians and elites with all kinds of abilities, and everyone's nerves were not so fragile that they would scream at anything.

But this time, things are different.

In addition to the harsh environment of the outside world and the unguaranteed supply, the greatest threat to them is ...... Rather, it's this ocean.

It has been more than nine days without any light.

In this lightless sea full of strange and demonic things, there seems to be a strange temptation from hell, and more than ten people have disappeared in the past few days. Four bodies had floated back from the sea, already soaked and white.

All of them have developed abnormal mental conditions, and some of them have been quarantined. Two people are said to have committed suicide.

There was a man who cut his wrists and scribbled in blood before he died, and the drawing had been washed away, and no one had seen it except the one who cleaned it. The person in charge of cleaning up gradually became abnormal and was quarantined.

“******。 ”

Nevin spat again.

He was a little scared.

Now that Anglo has become like this, no one knows what will happen if he waits any longer.

It was a raging storm that should have been deafening, but now there was no sound at all.

It's so quiet that it makes people's hearts furious.

He was the child of a fisherman's family, and when he was a child, his father would not let him follow him on the boat, or even touch the fishing nets, but drove him to fend for himself.

Now I finally understand my father's silence when he used to look at the ocean.

The deep sea is like a womb, giving birth to a bad baby.

"It's horrible. ”

He sighed and curled up under the blanket, staring at the darkness in the distance, but there was an urge in his heart...... An urge to step into it and let the darkness melt itself.

It might become a part of something big, a small part......

Soon, this impulse was erased.

Pontine disruption surgery.

This is one of his few strengths, and it is rare for a sleeper spy to perform such an operation on himself. It was inconvenient to divide his memories to prevent the musician's mind reading and checking, but he was never grateful for his decision in the first place, allowing him to reluctantly look at the sea of monsters with a calm mind.

In silence, he smoked his pipe, muttered to himself, bowed his head and played Sudoku on his notes, derelict in his duties.

The visibility is less than three meters, the environment is so bad that even the fish can't survive, and the desolate has been forgotten...... What else is the point of a sentry in this case?

But in the silence, he suddenly felt cold droplets of water on his head.

He looked up in astonishment, only to see the rocks above him that sheltered him from the rain trembling, silently, but as if they had been hit by an earthquake, they fell the droplets.

He subconsciously rolled and got up from the pool of water in embarrassment.

Then, fall into stupor.

Then the light of the wind lanterns flickered, but for the first time he saw the terrifying scene between the dark sea and the sky.

At some point, a frenzied giant wolf had already risen on the surface of the sea, and the dark clouds were pressed down, like an iron curtain. It's like heaven and earth are coming together, and all the dust and ants are going to be crushed completely.

But in the darkness, there was a high-pitched scream.

It was the whistle.

The tide was breaking, like frozen ice being shattered. In the wave of iron sand, ripples spread, and everywhere it passed, there was a sharp aftersound of countless steel collisions.

The shrill sound tore through the darkness as if it were substantial.

As a result, the curtain intertwined by layers of torrential rain was torn apart, and the huge steel creation burst out with terrifying power, forcibly squeezing in from the outside world, passing through this terrifying sea and sky.

Everywhere we go, the chaotic music theory and the distorted reality rub against each other, and the aftermath of the interference of nature leaks out, leaving a burning trail.

The bow of the ship opened up the waves, and there was a sound of iron grinding against iron, and inch by inch it tore apart the tide, leaving behind a hallucinatory firelight, entrenched in the water vapor, forming a virtual image of flames.

The iron steamer, which had just been launched, was now moving at an incredible speed under the impetus of the engine that overdrove it.

Nevin sat dumbfounded on the ground, staring at the iron wheel moving between the sea and the sky, forward.

When the tide stops it, it breaks through the tide.

When the rain stops it, it ignites it.

When the reef stops it, it crushes the reef.

Everywhere they passed, even the phenomena were torn apart and destroyed.

The bow of the ship was already broken, the steel hull was covered with scratches, and along the way, I don't know what happened, even the left side of the hull cracked a large hole, revealing twisted ribs.

It's hideous.

In a low concussion, the ship crashed against the edge of the cliff, bursting with a sharp sound.

Immediately after, the searchlight was lit, and the blazing glow from the burning mercury shone like the pupils of a monster's eyes, shining towards Nevin's position.

In the dazzling light, nothing could be seen clearly, only the sound of footsteps.

A vague figure stepped down from the deck, stepping on the cracked stones and the water on the ground, and finally stopped in front of Nevin, looking down.

The sense of crisis brought to Naiwen by those eyes was even more terrifying than the dazzling searchlights, which made Nevin only feel cold all over his body, and inexplicable fear glowed from his heart.

At that moment, Nevin's body bounced off the ground, and his five fingers came together, slicing horizontally into the throat of the comer. With the other hand, he pulled out the dagger from the boot and pulled it out from the bottom up.

Perfect counterattack.

Immediately after, there was an instantaneous loss of consciousness.

It's like being run over by a horse-drawn carriage.

When he came back to his senses, he felt a sharp pain all over his body, and somehow fell to the ground again, his hands were numb, and the dagger had been taken off his hand, fell between the five fingers of the comer, and deftly spun in a circle, and was thrown to the ground.

The comer sighed.

A ring was tossed into Nevin's arms.

The ring bears the royal insignia and is engraved with a unique code on the inside.

The texture of the tentacles and the secret secret notes are all error-free, although he is not a musician, and he can't read the etheric fluctuations and the code in the alchemy matrix, but the identity of the person who came is beyond doubt.

Navin looked up in astonishment, and the young man's white hair was sharp and sharp like burning metal in the blazing light. Immediately after, he heard a voice.

"Your name?"

"Nevin. He replied truthfully, "Nevon Taylor." ”

"Good, Nevin, calm down. ”

The visitor reached out, pulled him up from the ground, and patted him on the shoulder: "Take a breath, and then take my insignia and go to your chief." ”

He looked at Naiwen,

He looked at Navin, his dark pupils like this ocean without light:

"—Tell them I'm coming." (To be continued.) )