406

Early in the morning, the Church of the Waves.

Alger Wilson, who had come to receive the bounty, heard important news from Bishop Jogory:

Latisia Dorella of the Morse Ascetic Society went deep into the jungles of Simim Island under the guise of being an archaeologist.

She doesn't know what to do, causing the "sea god" Kavituwa, who has been battered and hiding for many years, to collapse, and she is crazy looking for an opportunity to continue her existence.

It is rumored that this evil spirit, which calls itself the "god of the sea", was defeated by the two cardinals and the powerful men of the combined military after the Rorsted Islands was discovered a long time ago, with the help of the corresponding sealing items, and could only barely escape and hide...... This situation has been maintained for more than a hundred years, and there has been no essential change, how can it suddenly collapse and cannot maintain its own existence? Alger frowned slightly, thinking about what had happened differently recently.

"A situation deliberately created by the 'Morse Ascetics'?"

"But why didn't they do it for more than a hundred years?"

"To fit in with your own plans?"

Alternating between speculation and doubt, Alger suddenly sensed an important factor.

The biggest and most essential difference between the recent and the past 100 years or so is:

"The world" has come to Byam!

Mr. Fool's Scroller has come to the Rorsted Islands!

Where he appears, it means that something big is going to happen or brew in that place? In the past, there was the Great Smog of Beckland, in the middle was the mutation of Bansey Harbor, and now there was the death struggle of the "Sea God" Kavituwa and the unknown plot of the "Morse Ascetic...... No, it would be more accurate to describe it as where something big is brewing or about to happen, where Mr. Fool's Volumeist will come! They accept the arrangement of Mr. "Fool" and chase the activities of those secret organizations and evil angels! With a change of thought, Alger suddenly realized that he had grasped the truth.

It's not that where the "world" goes, something will happen, but where something is about to happen, the "world" will be there!

……

Crane suddenly felt a little itchy in his nose, but Daniz was right next to him, and sneezing would ruin the image of the "ruthless adventurer", so he forced the sneeze back.

He was a little restless this morning, and he woke up earlier than usual, because he had had a bad dream last night.

In the dream, the sky was darkened with dark clouds high in the sky.

The rain was so heavy that it obscured the view and almost became a curtain of substance.

In the port of Baiam, the blue waters are rising rapidly and unreasonably.

The rain does not stop, the sea level gradually levels with the embankment, and the water accumulates in many parts of the city, and the environment is extremely oppressive, forming small streams on the side of the road.

One by one, the fanatical and numb locals, dressed in tarabas and tattered jackets, came to the edge of the cliff or the embankment, and jumped into the sea. It was as if it were a grand sacrifice, their flesh and skin quickly losing moisture, and by the time they fell into the sea, they had become weathered corpses.

There was chaos everywhere in the streets, people were crying and killing each other, and everything was in a frenzy.

Crash!

Huge waves crashed, the water exceeded the horizon, and freighters and merchant ships were swept into the city.

- For a soothsayer, the symbolism of this picture is already too obvious.

Crane and Daniz stood by the window and looked out at the deep black sky in the distance, their dreams echoing in their minds.

At that moment, a thunderclap rang out in the cloudy sky, the heavy rain clouds were torn apart by the wind, and the morning light fell, and Baiam seemed to be enveloped in holy light.

Seeing this, Daniz breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile:

"I was really worried that the crazy 'sea god' would be bad for Byam."

"But here's Ion Courtman. The captain said that if it was at sea, even the 'King of the Five Seas' or the 'Mysterious Queen' would not be able to win against him. Because, because—"

"He's a demigod in Sequence 3, and the potion name is ......'Aquaman'!"

Hearing this name, Crane almost immediately thought of the honorific name of the "Lord of the Storm" - Lord of the Sky, Emperor of the Sea, Lord of the Scourge, God of Storms! The "Sailor" path begins to appear in sequence 3 with the similar authority of the "Emperor of the Sea", and with the geographical environment of the ocean, aquatic animals and weather, the corresponding power and status of the "Sea King" in the sequence are already obvious.

As an important fulcrum of the colonial rule of the Kingdom of Rune, Baiam must have more than one high-ranking powerhouse to achieve balance. In addition to the "Sea King" of the Church of the Storm, Arne Courtman, there should also be a strong man with a more definite position who is subordinate to the royal family or the Rune military. They will be enough to ensure that Byam does not become a lost undersea relic, but it is unknown to what extent the disaster will be contained.

One is the "Sea King" who is in good condition and has many seals, and the other is the "Sea God" who is at most Sequence 3 and is about to collapse, and the victory or defeat is clear at a glance.

Although there are still many bad possibilities, the final outcome should not change...... Both Crane and Daniz thought of this stubble and relaxed slightly.

At that moment, Byam suddenly a strong wind blew, and the clouds surged like the sea, slowly filling the gap in the sky that spread the morning light. The whole of Byam suddenly lost its light again and returned to the gloom.

Thunder and lightning swam away in the clouds, silver-white lightning tore through the darkness, and it happened to be a huge winding sea snake roaring at the sky!

Seeing this scene, Daniz's face turned pale from the lightning, and he subconsciously looked at the empty bottle of Ronzi that he had drunk last night, and began to think about how likely the captain would find the suicide note if he put it in it.

Whether to confess to the captain in the suicide note is a question.

Beside him, Gelman Sparrow's expression became more and more solemn, and he flicked a gold coin, but it didn't catch it when it fell.

He frowned, the control of the body of the Medium Sequence Extraordinary was so precise that it was impossible not to catch the coin he tossed.

There is only one reason for this, his divination failed!

He had just soothed that "Ion Courtman can defeat Cavitua...... When it comes to high-level forces and variables, perhaps only by going to the source fort can you get the correct answer. Crane let out a slow breath and began to think about self-preservation.

407

Bernadette, who had magically changed the appearance of the ship and herself, stood at the bow of the ship and looked in the direction of "Byam", the capital of the Rorsted Islands, and was horrified to see that the whole of Byam had been covered by a leaden cloud.

Looking at the sky in other directions, it is still blue sky and white clouds, and the morning light is bright.

"Nimbus clouds have a tendency to expand......"

"A runaway and crazy sailor passing through the Sage can have such terrifying power on the sea......

With the ability shown by the "god of the sea" Kavituva, and in line with the ocean environment, if you have not seen the "Eternal Sun", "True Creator" and other true gods, it is not too difficult to understand to worship him, believe in him, and pray to him......

Many of the gods in primitive worship may be of this rank, most likely not even angels.

Her eyes turned purple as she watched the occult atmosphere of Byam from afar, and saw two forces in the clouds hedging, one violent and crazy, the other looking much more restrained. The scruples of "Aquaman" and the out-of-control Cavitovis are temporarily tied!

It does seem that there will be more bad developments in this catastrophe.

Just as Bernadette wanted to take a closer look, a gaze swept over her, startling her to her feet.

……

The King of Decay found a good position on the lighthouse of Byam, and she sat facing outwards on the railing, overlooking the whole of Byam.

Just last night, a passenger ship docked. We will return at 3 p.m. today.

She pulled the thread belonging to "Bernadette Gustav" out of the air, twisted it with her fingers, and pinpointed Bernadette's ship docked in the harbor of an island near Byam.

Dozens of kilometers away, on the big ship, Bernadette was pacing in disbelief.

"There is, the branch I wanted......"

She grabbed another thread and muttered to herself, "Is this the 'Death Call' and the 'Immortal King'?" ”

"Chasing Bernadette - this is supposed to be the Immortal King, right?"

Although Bernadette had already made amnestics for the members who had been sent out, making them unaware of the way they were carrying, and ignorant of themselves and their targets and the captain's purpose, the "Death" was attracted by the occult connection, but the ship was quite intelligent, and seeing the subordinates of the "Mysterious Queen" sailing the sea with the seals of the same way was like an extraordinary animal seeing a trap - with fresh meat and a trap underneath.

Will human spiritual instincts react to seals?

A: Yes, but the reaction is very weak.

Anyway, the information hasn't arrived yet, and Bernadette, who is searching for information, is looking for Agaritu, and she doesn't have to pay for it when it's done, which is a beautiful thing. The capricious, enthusiastic about crossing the river and demolishing the bridge, and thinking about it for a while, grabbed the thread and pulled it hard.

Her spirit immediately swam along the thin line to the end, flashing swiftly over Byam, all the way to the sea farther away than Bernadette's docking, and then—snap, she saw a multi-masted galleon in black and red, with a white skeleton fixed to the bow, on which the sailors walked back and forth, as if in tactical preparation. The hull of the ship is either black or red, red like fresh blood, black like blood that has been carved into the wood grain for hundreds of years, but there is no primary color of wood.

Although it is eerie and terrifying, it exudes terrifying malice everywhere, but it no longer has the appearance of the legendary "hanging bones".

"Yo." She said, "Death number." ”

Her temporary form remained at the lighthouse in Baiam, waiting for the rainstorm and tsunami, and her invisible will had drifted to the deck with occult connections. Naturally, she heard the ship's steam-powered core vibrating at a greater frequency than ever, like the frantic heartbeat of a nervous man.

However, this seal was smarter than she thought, and the demon's ability to see the wind and make the rudder and strength supreme was also a virtue since ancient times.

After confirming that he could not resist, the "Death Number" immediately expressed his willingness to surrender.

It was convenient to talk to clever things, and the "Death" pointed out the location of Agaritu, not in the captain's quarters, but in a hidden position in the cabin below, next door to the cabins of the first and second officers.

The sailors who walked around prayed to the "Great Death", the first mate they happened to encounter was also muttering the "Death" order, and the location of the living quarters seemed to imply that the "Immortal King" was actually a ship and not a man.

Perhaps it is precisely because Agaritu will change when he dies that he will become the "King of Immortals".

Soon, Agaritu, who was adjusting to a possible battle in his cabin, sensed something was wrong with the atmosphere in the room, and he stood up suspiciously, reached for the weapon on the table, and then his shoulder broke off and his arm disappeared.

"It's not strong enough."

His two arms floated in the air, held by a surging shadow, who took his arms and said in the tone of a merchant looking at the meat on the eucalyptus board:

"An 'Apostle of Desire' ......"

"Sure enough, it's only the level of a pirate general."

"That's right, you can't be too outstanding, so let's be a 'devil'."

Blood gushed from the fracture in his shoulder, and he had temporarily lost his ability to think from the impact, forgetting to run, forgetting to shout, even forgetting fear. He watched blankly as the shadow came to him, his arm floating in the air, still attached to himself half a minute ago. The shadow reached out or wrapped its tentacles around his body, and he lost consciousness.

His soul was pumped out, and his body was kneaded into a lump of mud that was attached to his arm.

In the process, I had to pick out all the bones next to it to prevent them from being crushed, and after pinching for a while, the outer god felt that something was wrong, so he suddenly woke up: I didn't pick out the clothes just now.

But it's okay, it's not a big problem. In the past, when I made a container for myself, I tried to perfectly replicate the appearance of "Edward Vaughn", and spent a lot of time pinching people. But the joy of pinching people is always in the process rather than the result, and the result is inevitably not as good as God wills. In the end, the Decaying King chose a simpler way: use the soul as a mold, and stuff a ball of living flesh into it, and as long as the soul is still there, the flesh will always grow like this.

The Decayed King was confident in his manual prowess, and the source of his confidence was the masterful fine-tuning techniques he had honed over more than a thousand years of reshaping runaway vessels.

Most of the time, the container will go out of control and become indescribable, but occasionally it will appear as a human with some inhuman features, and these excess parts must be carefully removed, such as digging out horns or eyes, shaving wings and growing wing bones, and sometimes breaking off some limbs and replacing them with new ones to ensure that they can be reused.

She kneaded the lumps of flesh like clay, and the lumps of flesh continued to drain red blood like clothes with too much water. In the process, she pulled out the clothes inside and threw them away, and prayed to herself while she was still in prison for a copy of the Sequence 4 properties.

Add the "devil" trait to the meat mass, add the soul, add the consciousness, and a new Agaritu is complete.

……

The eyes were blackened, the extraordinary characteristics were fused, and the devil, who shared a part of his identity, skipped the necessary ritual.

He sat up from the red bed and found that the field of view of his eyes was a little too high - the rapid regeneration of flesh had led to some mistakes. So he had to buckle off the eyes that grew on his forehead, make a cut in the left eye, and stuff the red eyeball in.

The eyeball grew quickly, but the optic nerve was not fully connected, and blood flowed from the forehead into the eye, and the eyes were black. After the spirit was merged, he noticed that his hand also looked a little strange, and there was an extra finger on his right hand. So he gnawed, biting off these two short knuckles from the root, card, card, grinding the bone and meat into minced pieces and chewing them repeatedly in his mouth, and after swallowing the lower stomach, the crack on his hand had already grown.

He took a moment to open his stomach and adjust the misplaced internal organs, which made him behave more like a secret prayer than a demon. But that was the quickest and most efficient way to adjust, and when it was all over, he pulled out his usual clothes from the closet in the cabin, crouched down, and tapped the floor with his hand.

"So."

"Now, the 'Immortal King' is a real devil. ”

The menorah in the room snapped and lit, reflecting the upper body of a man in the mirror embedded in the side wall.

Darker complexion, not so deep eyebrows, black hair. Against the backdrop of his facial features, Agaritu is more like a tanned Northern Continent hybrid than a native of the sea or the Southern Continent.

He looked at himself in the mirror for a moment, then put on his coat and boat-shaped hat, grabbed the sword on the table and hung it at his waist, and walked out.

"The Ancient God Emperor"

Step by step, he stepped out of the lower cabin and onto the deck. Due to his previous identity and positioning, the boatswain around him just saluted him and called him the captain, without too much awe.

A figure walked by, ignoring the captain, and Agaritu reached out and grabbed his shoulder.

The second mate, Gilcias, was prevented from acting, and looked at the other party rather dissatisfied, with little respect in tone and movements, only the most basic courtesy of the same path extraordinary person who was one order higher than himself:

"What's the matter?"

For some reason, when he looked at the other party's red eyes, he suddenly felt an unknown fear.

"Anchor now, full speed ahead, to Byam."

Under the gaze of these eyes, Gilcias resisted the urge to ask a rhetorical question—but not resisting, he said in an even more unkind tone:

"Why? This is not an order given to us by the Death Cry. ”

Hearing this, Agaritu took a deep look at the second mate from the bottom up, and Gilcias moved uncomfortably, feeling that he had become a fish on a chopping board, and he had been cut open inch by inch to see it clean.

The devil grinned, a maliciously mocking smile.

"Now it is."

He said slowly: "From now on, my will is the will of the 'Death Number'. ”

TBC

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In the new month, there is an impulse to speak grandiosely, that is, six or seven thousand words a day.

If you think about it, my production capacity is like this, forget it, forget it, don't give everyone unrealistic expectations (. ）