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When I got really close to the island, I found that the radius of this small island was completely covered by huge rain clouds for hundreds of meters, and even the "sun" spirits running around in the Godforsaken Land would not visit here.

And in the heavy rain and dim sky, it is difficult to notice the island, let alone explore it, even if you pass by nearby.

"Whoa...... Whoa......"

Exceptionally active in this area is the spirit of the storm, with heavy rain and thunderstorms raging for two days. Perhaps before an outsider visited this land, it had been raining heavily for a long, long time, and it may have even continued since the "cataclysm" of the Third Age.

The sound of the wind and the rain filled everyone's ears.

Ever since entering the rain curtain, Agaritu has decreed that prayers are forbidden in any language or in any way to the Lord of the Storm, in order to prevent these spirits from being moved by prayer and causing unnecessary changes. The storm path has the property of destroying evil to a certain extent, so the "Death" has been asking the crew to hang rainproof cloths everywhere, and the crew has shown twelve points of interest. Because once the wooden structure of the hull is affected and deformed, it will have to be repaired with them.

In the wind and rain, the sky and the earth were dark, and the sea was as black as the sky.

The pouring rain molded the lake with the concept of sky and sea. Without the occasional thunderbolt illuminating the sky, the crew, hallucinated by the constant fear and stress, would have suspected that they had sunk into the sea, or had fallen into the sky, about to die of suffocation.

In the cabin, more than a dozen people huddled together, they gathered around an oil lamp on the table, their illuminated faces pale like sunflowers chasing the sun, their eyes swaying with the flickering warm yellow flames.

A lantern hung in the eaves of the entrance to the cabin, rickety, and was the only source of light outside.

Sitting under the rain and enjoying the light, Agaritu turned over and over the memories of the real "Agaritu" several times. Unfortunately, the titular captain didn't really have the power and the right to plan his next move most of the time, so after a long keyword search, Agaritu finally found the source of his familiarity with the "giant key".

- "Admiral of Blood" Seignol.

It's not that the key is in Seigno's hands, but "Agaritu" only learns that the "Iceberg Lieutenant General" Edwina Edwards has found it through archaeology when Señol makes a wild statement to seize a strange key related to the "treasure of death".

"Señol wants to grab it, which means he hasn't grabbed it yet."

"Did Adevina buy it from an archaeological excavation, or from another explorer or collector?"

The original human had never paid attention to this, because the "death number" didn't need it.

As a seal, the "Death Number" has no need to play a role, and there is no need to perform rituals, except for the necessary living sacrifices. Therefore, the reputation of a Sequence 3 Demon Path Extraordinary Item at sea is far inferior to that of the Sequence 5 Indulgent Sect member "Blood General", although the bounty of tens of thousands is still relatively face-saving, but it is a pity that it is still the bottom of the four kings.

At the same time, there is no need to obtain extraordinary characteristics in other ways, and there is no need to obtain powerful extraordinary items......

The "Death Call" can really be regarded as a pure heart and few desires, and it can be called a good order in the demon group.

Agaritu smacked his lips, feeling that finding the key to the Giant's Court didn't mean much to him.

Right now, there is a pilgrim's road of the Glorious Age in front of me, and I have to walk in and see it. If it is true that there is only one way to go out of the Godforsaken Land, then it will not be too late to go out.

"What does the 'Immortal King' have to do with Edward Vaughn's breach of contract when he enters the Forsaken Lands?"

"Even if it defaults, it is impossible for the true creator not to want the 'Witch of Despair' and sell it at a discount at most."

He looked up, struggling to discern the island in front of him, to make sure he hadn't strayed from his course.

In the hazy dim vision of the wind and rain, the island that looked small from a distance met Agaritu's eyes, and there was just a lightning bolt that seemed to be able to crack the sky.

"Huh?"

At the moment when the sea was illuminated, he suddenly realized that the island was bigger than he had imagined, and much bigger! A huge stone pillar pointed straight into the sky, more than ten meters high. But there are obvious signs of breaking in the pillars, and the jagged cracks and the flickering stone remains around them suggest that the pillar-like structure is not as simple as it seems.

The island was a stopover on the pilgrimage to the ancient kingdom of the sun god, and Agaritu probably guessed what it was like. He didn't take the picture in this brief light to heart, and contacted the "Death", preparing to find a place that could be used as a port to dock.

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As expected, after a quarter of a circle around the island, the "Death" successfully found a small bay and anchored in it.

"There's something I've wanted to ask for a long time." Agaritu looked at the "Death" who was fine-tuning the bow of the ship to adjust the distance between the two sides, and couldn't help but say:

"The seal of Sequence 3, theoretically you have the ability to travel through the spirit world, why haven't you been shuttling through the spirit world or flying?"

The Death stopped adjusting its distance, and it took several seconds for Agaritu to receive an answer.

"Your Highness, I am a boat."

"As far as I know, ships can't fly, and they don't travel through the spirit world."

Hearing this, Agaritu felt a little surprised, but he didn't feel that this answer was very surprised. After thinking about it, he even thought that the answer of the "Death Number" was very interesting, if the "Death Number" was a person, then it still claimed to be a human after suddenly becoming a demon, not using excessive power, and not even exercising the various abilities brought by the characteristics.

However, the "Death Story" is a ship, and where does its "ship nature" and "perception of the ship and itself" come from?

"No, Nast Solomon's Black Throne can fly and travel through the spirit realm, and you are an extraordinary ship." "Ships will not accept live sacrifices. ”

"No, Your Highness, ordinary ships will also receive sacrifices."

What he didn't expect was that the "Death Story" actually seriously refuted the latter sentence, and the extraordinary ship replied slowly in spirit:

"The pirates will kill people on ships, and the sailors will kill people on ships, and the blood of these people is a sacrifice for ships."

"Sailors will throw sick compatriots out, they will throw mad compatriots into the sea, and they will want to sacrifice the lives of these people to keep themselves safe, free from contagion or curse, and return safely, which is naturally a prayer ritual."

"While their prayers are often addressed to the Lord of the Storm, in reality, it is the ships that carry the prayers. So they were praying to the boat, and the sacrifices they offered naturally belonged to the boat, to us. ”

Agaritu listened thoughtfully, and it was rare for the "Death Cry" to say so much.

“…… The extraordinary trait gave me self and memory, and I remembered that when I was a thoughtless ship, the captain who believed that he could discover the New World would sacrifice to me the crew who wanted to start a rebellion and force him to return. ”

"At the end, as he sank into the abyss, the captain was sacrificed to me by others, praying that I would take them out."

"There is no food in the abyss, so the crew has been decreasing. Then one day, I found out that I could talk to them. ”

In the eerie environment, the "Farewell" said bluntly that a boat really shouldn't have mood swings:

"But I was very weak then, so I told them that I could only leave the abyss if I increased my sacrifice and strength."

It's a rather horrific story, told in its entirety by the last survivor, a demon ship.

Just listening to these few simple words is enough to instill great fear in imaginative humans. A large sailing ship that can accommodate up to 170 people will return to the sea as a demon ship two hundred years after its voyage...... In the voyage record of the "Death", which is not even a memory, these few sentences completely describe the details of his birth and the reasons for the destruction of the "Christine".

In the era of Russell's great discoveries, there were countless captains and sailors who sailed with dreams of eternal life, and only 12 out of 10 were able to return safely with the help and extraordinary abilities of that time, and most of them have become a few words worth mentioning in history.

Boats are an interesting thing, and for a long time, they have been the most efficient tool for human beings to explore the unknown world.

When I was at home, I dreamed of going to sea every day.

But I really got on the boat and dreamed of returning home every day.

"When I came out, there was no one left, but I took their spirits back to the normal sea."

Agaritu nodded, very pleased with the story: "They became a part of you, and you fulfilled their prayers. ”

"Thank you." The boat said, "I think too." ”

A long time ago, the Death still vaguely remembered the route its original captain took to the abyss. And that bloody voyage, terrifying experience, full of crazy births, is a beautiful childhood worth remembering for it.

Agaritu was intrigued by the subject, but the first thing to do at the moment was to investigate and explore the island.

The Death stopped in a sheltered harbor with some shelter from the rain, and the discomfort caused by the wind and waves and violent turbulence dissipated most of the time. The demon sailors and adventurers in the cabin let out a small cheer at the same time.

In the open sea, and even in the Divine War Sea, every change and extreme weather here is a journey with death. Having escaped another deadly storm, how could they not be excited for the rest of their lives?

They desperately need a recharge and rest to relieve their tense spirits.

After all that time, the most they looked forward to was stepping on land, lighting a campfire, and eating some hot meals, even if it was hot water.

Agaritu granted their request to disembark and camp to take shelter from the rain, and the crew happily lifted the only light and disembarked.

- Because the "Death Number" obviously does not need to be guarded.

The captain stood on the side of the ship and watched as a dinghy was lowered, and that little light drifted towards the shore like a firefly in the wind.

The island has almost no vegetation, and the unstoppable heavy rain and lack of sunlight make it impossible to find even a superfluous place. However, it was not without its benefits, the island was very empty, and there were no large objects that obstructed the view, and they soon found a strange ruin, and temporarily repaired a house with the building materials and stones inside, and hid inside.

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More than a dozen people huddled together, and there was finally a hint of heat in the damp and cold house.

But they look at me, I look at you, they're all soaked, and even if there is a hunter nearby, they can't find anything to make a fire.

They sat around the oil lamps, like the boats, staring at the knuckle-sized firelight.

"Damn, it doesn't look like the rain will stop, and there's nothing to eat in this damn place, so we're starving here!"

In the extremely oppressive atmosphere, the negative emotions that a demon sailor had endured for a long time finally exploded, and he reached out and pulled his hair hard, scratching his scalp. His bloodshot eyes swept over the adventurers opposite, and he smiled sadly:

"Isn't the food right in front of you......

With hungry and greedy eyes, he flocked to the "outsiders" behind the oil lamps one by one, and the blood left on his head, cutting through his temples and the corners of his eyes, adding a terrifying atmosphere to the dim interior again.

The demon sailors staggered to the ground, and the second mate, Gilcias, watched coldly and acquiesced to the sailors' thoughts.

The adventurers reacted immediately, and the atmosphere was tense to the extreme, as if it was about to erupt!

At this moment, a hand suddenly crossed between the two groups of people, and the adventurer and the demon sailor suddenly glared angrily at the owner of this hand, and in the dark environment, their fierce gaze even if the hungry wolf saw it, they wanted to flee with their tails between their legs.

However, the owner of the hand was not afraid, and Anderson Hood knew that the situation was urgent, so he also tried to make his expression serious.

But it is useless, he is usually frivolous, and his credibility in the hearts of everyone is infinitely close to zero, just like the sheep herding child in Russell's fable "The Wolf Comes". Anderson simply gave up the expression management and spoke directly:

"How many of us have come down?"

The hungry demon sailor roared: "Wait until you are dead to count!" ”

"Idiot! If I were you, I would never yell like that. Anderson unceremoniously threw out a provocation, then went on to throw his own heavyweight message, "We're only sixteen now!" ”

"But when we came down it was 20 people! There were just two columns on the dinghy! - You criminals still claim to be fearless, not nervous, cold-blooded and sensible, and have not found that three of the four missing people are your own people! ”

After Anderson finished saying this in one breath, seeing that the demon sailors were all suppressed by himself, his eyes widened and whispered, he only felt refreshed, and now is undoubtedly his highlight moment!

He was about to continue his highlights when he heard Gilcias taunt coldly.

"You're not that smart."

The "Slaughterer" said with a gloomy gaze: "Two people were sacrificed on the road, and one was burned to death by the sun before, so now there are only 20 people in the whole ship, including the captain...... But the captain did not come down. ”

As soon as these words came out, it was like dropping a bomb into the crowd, and all whispering suddenly stopped.

The blood of everyone was cold at the same time at this moment, and the house where more than a dozen people were sitting was silent, and the needle drop could be heard.

Anderson's eyes widened: "Why didn't you say it earlier?!" ”

Gilcias's face was ugly, and of course it was impossible to admit that he had only noticed the problem of numbers after being reminded by Anderson.

"Back on board!

One of the demon sailors suddenly broke down and cried, "Go back to the ship!"

The captain and the Death will protect us! ”

His shouts were widely recognized, and even navigators now begin to miss the Death Call's eerie and cannibalistic room (as long as it's safe to eat yourself). A few people were the first to stand up, stepping through the gap between people and walking towards the gate covered by wooden planks. They pushed away the large, soaked plank, and suddenly the movement stopped at the same time.

A bad feeling slowly rose in everyone's hearts.

"Outside."

One of the sailors looked back, his eyes full of horror and disbelief: "Is it so dark outside?" ”

They turned sideways, made way of the gap, and presented the picture behind the door panel to the public—only to see that outside the door was pitch black, extremely thick, like a ball of ink that could not be dissolved, and it was like a black wall outside the door was not an empty wasteland!

"It wasn't that dark when I came!"

One adventurer said, "We were able to see the whole interior with the help of lightning and lightning outside the door!" Because it's so spacious, we chose this place to stay! ”

Someone dared to reach out into the darkness and touch it, feeling as if the hand was wrapped in a cold mist, stretching freely. But when he withdrew his hand, he was shocked to find that the skin that had reached into the darkness had been quietly peeled away.

The red flesh and tendons contract and stretch with his movements, like a vivid model prop in a medical school.

"Ahhhh

！

！ ”

The pirate screamed in horror and seemed to have not felt pain until now.

Everyone's hearts were shaken, and the image of themselves being skinned unconsciously came to their minds. Blood dripped to the ground, click, click.

Gilcias stared at the red flesh, his Adam's apple rolling a little, thinking that it might as well be cut off for food, and he was clearly not the only one to look at the pirate's injured hand with covetous eyes...... But it was obviously not the way to let this piece of raw flesh hang bloody, and now that they knew that there were skinned monsters in the dark, the smell of blood was likely to attract something more dangerous.

"Give him something to bandage." Gilcias whispered.

Several pirates dug into their pockets and pulled out a bandage, a handkerchief, and a cloth the length of a palm. These things were soaked in the rain, and using them to bandage such a severe wound would probably make the doctors from the outside faint.

However, the good thing for the extraordinary is that they will not die easily from the infection, and the injured pirate thanked the second mate again and again, gritting his teeth and wrapping the injured hand. Having lost the protection of his skin, the pain of direct contact between flesh and rough cloth made him shiver with pain.

Anderson thought for a moment, and with a wave of his hand, a fire raven flew into the darkness ahead.

The fire crow only illuminated the darkness within a radius of half a meter before it was engulfed, but it also lifted everyone's spirits, and they all looked at Anderson in unison.

"Bring the light." Anderson pondered for two seconds and said decisively, "If you want to go back to the boat, bring the light!" ”

"Something is wrong with the darkness here, there may be something terrible hidden inside, don't leave the range of the light!"

If the members of the Tarot Society were here, they would be surprised to find that the environment here is very similar to the God's Forsaken Land in the mouth of "Sun" Deric, where monsters are hidden in the darkness, and once they fall into the darkness, they will disappear instantly, which is equivalent to death.

Hearing Anderson's words, the adventurers immediately took action, stood up one after another, wrung out their soaked clothes, and waited for the next move. In this environment, Anderson, who was at the forefront and had the ability to save his life, immediately gained prestige.

The demon sailors subconsciously followed for a few moments, and then realized that their leader was Gilcias, and looked at him expectantly.

Gilcias stared gloomily at Anderson, and after a few seconds said, "Stay here and wait for death, bring the lamp, and go together." ”

"Also, I have one more request, the lights belong to us, so we have to stand in the middle." He added viciously, "Let your men stand on the perimeter and don't go near our lights!" ”

The pirates let out a small cheer and looked at the unsightly adventurers with disdain and arrogance.

They quickly formed a formation, a few tall men lifting the huge plank above their heads to keep out the rain and the lights and fires. Anderson walked in the middle of the pitch and kept throwing fireballs around him to make sure there were no blind spots within a metre of the team.

Gilsias walked in the middle and rear, carrying a kerosene lamp that was vital to his life, surrounded by pirates. A pair of greedy and eager eyes looked at this lamp, but they were afraid of the strength of the second mate and did not dare to do it, which greatly satisfied the ambition and vanity of Gilcias.

Half of the oil is left, and it will probably burn for about an hour. Fortunately, it only takes more than ten minutes to walk from the bay to the camp just now, and I will definitely be able to walk there before it is extinguished.

The team went out in silence, and the moment the light moved, Gilcias saw the same darkness as the outside appear at the edge of the house, filled with the walls and corners where the crew had been leaning sideways, slowly approaching as the lights moved, like the mouth of a giant monster.

There is a big mouth inside the house, and there is dangerous darkness outside the house, and it seems that it is a dead end wherever you go!

Seeing this, Gilcias felt a trace of unease in his heart for no reason. He suddenly felt that it was not unacceptable to be trapped, at least before the oil lamp and Anderson were all finished, and the captain would notice the missing crew members and come down to look for them.

No! There's no way the captain will come to our rescue, we'll all die here! These adventurers can't be trusted, that hunter is like a cunning fox, only I can take them out of here!

Only I can...... Gilcias muttered to himself, I can also win the favor of the "Death Number" and become the "Immortal King"!

The voyage of the Sea of God Wars sparked an extreme thirst for power and status in his heart, and the irresistible danger and uncontrollable desire consumed his sanity. He turned his head firmly and walked into the darkness with the group.

In the darkness behind them, a fleshless hand floated in the air, like a human leather glove.

His hand was dripping with blood, and he slowly followed.

TBC

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Enter the Pilgrim's Way.

It's getting closer and closer to the Godforsaken Land.