"Marine," Griffith called two marines on the night watch, "there is a sailor spreading rumors on the lower deck. Find him and report him to me."
"Yes, sir!" The Marines took action immediately. They reported the Marine commander, and then began the search.
These soldiers do not belong to Griffith's squadron, but to the Birren Hill. During the battle, they are soldiers who land or join forces to fight; in peacetime, they are responsible for maintaining order on the battleship and assuming the duties of the military police. The latter one
This function is much more important than the previous one, because most of the time, it is the sailors who are only a few cabins away from you who may threaten the captain, command team and battleship, rather than enemy ships or monsters several nautical miles away.
The Marines quickly reported the situation to the captain. Alandel invited Griffith to inform him of the investigation conclusions.
Old Lunan, a sailor first class in the galley, was spreading disturbing rumors. According to his account, he heard a strange sound not long ago when he was delivering dinner to the leader of the assault squadron Gilles de Es who was guarding the noble lady in Odessa.
The door of the room was locked, and the assault team was not there. There was a strange voice in the cabin, singing or whispering. The door of the cabin was closed. The old sailor listened for a while, but he couldn't hear clearly, but he felt like he was lying on the bed.
Like the abandoned sarcophagus in the cemetery, a damp and cold feeling spread throughout the body like a snake.
Old Lunan found a layer of hoarfrost on his hands and feet, and ran away. Something strange chased him from behind. It was not until he passed through several corners and returned to the other sailors that the terrible hoarfrost disappeared.
Several sailors confirmed that they indeed saw the hoarfrost that had not yet dissipated on old Lunan's wrist.
The Marines immediately went to Neferti's cabin to check and found that the Marquis was resting in the bedroom. There was nothing abnormal. Captain Ace Assault Squadron and the trainee monk Joshua took turns guarding in the living room. The two closed the door of the cabin, but nothing happened.
abnormal.
"I will deal with it tomorrow morning," Alandel asked the marines to retreat and said to Griffith. "It is not uncommon for sailors to lose their minds. Some wine or letting him scrub the deck can solve it.
.But, knight, did you hear anything?"
Griffith shook his head: "I was talking to a guest just now, maybe I was too focused."
"Oh." Alandel fiddled with a silver flintlock gun in her hand. Judging from the shape, this gun is very similar to Judgment, and it must be quite powerful.
"What a nasty guest," the captain put away her gun and looked up at the knight, "but I also vaguely heard something."
"What is it?" Griffith immediately became alert. As an Extraordinary, Alandel is very powerful. If she heard it, it meant that there was indeed something abnormal on the ship.
"It's hard to describe," Miss Captain shook her head. "It's a spell I've never heard before, but it repeats according to a certain pattern, calling for something."
After she finished speaking, she stood up, took off the captain's sword from the wall and put it on the table: "It seems that our return voyage will not be smooth sailing. Get some rest early, knight, I will send out double the sentry."
…
There are many strange stories circulating in the world.
The giant dragon soaring in the sky, the Behemoth tearing apart the canyon, the Hydra in the depths of the swamp, the giant squid wandering in the deep sea, the giant lizard that turns people to stone, and the Chimera that spits ice and fire. The horror of these terrifying creatures
As the story was passed down by word of mouth, it became more horrifying and twisted.
Some people say that they are not just symbols in narrations and stories, but a part of the world, even if they are hidden in a distant corner.
Why do these rare monsters still frighten people who have never seen their true appearance? Are humans born to think that these things are scary and dangerous? The fear they bring even breaks away from their images and becomes completely different.
Mentally afraid.
The less one has seen such things, the more intense the fear of them. We can offer many different solutions to such fears. Some of them may provide insight into the nature of the soul, or at least provide a glimpse into dreams.
The origin of the illusion. If you know the unknown truth and see the true appearance of the monster, you may not be too scared.
Rumors were circulating on the Birren Hill. Griffiths had clearly felt the panic among the sailors.
He had neither the time nor the skills to allay the fears of sailors. Moreover, for him, the unknown was not the real source of fear.
It’s the lack of firepower!
Griffith placed the Bloodthorn on the table within reach, arranged Hanguang and Yitian on the bed, placed the filled Judgment beside the pillow, and placed the meteor hammer, deboning dagger and a bundle of grenades at the foot of the bed.
The shield is leaning against the bed, only ten centimeters away from my hand. There is also the helmet of command, this powerful piece of equipment. Well, this piece of powerful equipment needs to be washed again tomorrow...
Surrounded by a lot of arms, Griffith felt very at ease. As for whether it was suitable or not, that didn't matter.
Don’t people just want to have peace of mind when they’re alive?
He lay there for a while and felt that the two swords were making him panic, so he moved Hanguang away, wrapped Yitian in a bed sheet and hugged him to sleep.
…
The words I heard that day were just a few words agreed between you and me. The sweet memory of laughing together without knowing anything was so far away. From then on, we set off, wandering in this god's prank, in the chaos.
We met again in the wind, only to find that our fate had already been destined to cross paths...
Griffith fell asleep. He seemed to have returned to that day again, when he and Krista were breaking out of the siege of the cultists and escaping out of the city.
The road leading out of the city was hopelessly long, and there was a whistling and chaotic rhythmic sound from behind, and the coldness seemed to penetrate into the bone marrow.
"Geffy, can't you see? There is a god wearing a crown."
Griffith was so frightened that he almost closed his eyes. At this time, he heard a gentle call, which dispelled the cold illusion.
"Wake up, Griffith, wake up."
The ethereal call seemed to be in his ears, waking Griffith up. He hurriedly pressed the Yitian at his hand, and after a while he realized that he was lying on the bed.
He inexplicably thought of something at this moment...
The Outer God is a powerful and almost absurd existence. Even if his power is blocked by the rules of the world, he is still an existence beyond human understanding. It is impossible for him to have a backup plan in case the ritual fails.
According to Roland's information, a half-elf cult involving another outer god once appeared in Canaan. The cult was discovered and destroyed by the authorities, and was suppressed before it became a thing. However, that incident implanted the existence of the God of Dreams into the world.
In the consciousness of the elves, it has changed from an unknown secret to an existence spread among the whispers of the elves.
Even elf wizards like Samuel became followers of the Lord after coming into contact with the cult, and even tried to harm Galadia.
"Becoming real through description, His coming is unstoppable..."
Griffith sat up and tapped the scabbard of his sword.
Taking the "Lord" religious order as a reference, the failure of Life Weaving is probably part of the plan. He knew that he would be blocked by the gods, and he also wanted the people in the door to clearly perceive his existence. The door
The person inside will describe, think, call Him, and quietly open a crack in the door.
Then, He dropped some debris from the crack in the door. His power and knowledge were enough to destroy the reason of the world and lure them to His treasure house.
Naira and Neferti, these siblings are the key to His coming to this world again! Roland wants to make me wary of them.
But, how to be vigilant? Naila has escaped, and Neferti is under strict guard. What else can I do? I can't bring her to my bed and lie together, right?
Griffith turned his head and looked out the window. A thick fog descended in the night, blocking the moonlight. The night wind became cold and shrill, whistling across the sea, as if it could cross the rocks and vent its willpower.
Griffith stood up and walked out of the cabin with his two swords and Judgment.
The howling night wind came and went in a hurry, and the lights on the deck swayed a few times, and then suddenly went out as if they were being swallowed. Thick, ink-like darkness immediately rushed in.
In the darkness, Griffith seemed to see a shadow.
The officer on duty not far away came to the cadet's side and looked into the darkness with him. The young cadet looked into the darkness in surprise:
"What is that? I seem to hear something?"
"Maybe it's the sound of waves. Did you see anything?"
"It flashed by and I just saw a shadow."
"It seems I have to ask the lookout post," the officer on duty called a sailor to climb onto the lookout post, and then said to the cadet, "Go and notify the bridge. It's still early, but I think the captain should be woken up."
The sailors ran past the stairs "dong dong dong", disturbing the sleeping sailors and soldiers. Before the petty officer boarded the bridge, he saw Alandel had already appeared there with the command team. The petty officer retreated.
When they came back and passed by Griffith, they seemed to see something together.
Under the thick fog in the darkness, a vertical and broad bow and streamlined lines appeared.
A warship with towering black sails suddenly appeared silently from the sea in close sight. It was like a black sword, sharp, dangerous and extremely elegant. It seemed to be the incarnation of the night, and even the waves bowed respectfully.
She surrendered.
At first glance, its sails look like shrouds, tattered and fluttering in the wind, or like ghosts of the dead holding black flags.
The black battleship was silent and silent. When it got close, it let out a shrill scream like a night owl, and accelerated to a lightning speed. The sailors of the Brunhil didn't wait until it appeared dozens of meters away.
When they found out, everyone's eyes widened and they were so horrified that they were speechless.
The black battleship was like an evil spirit in the night sky. The moment it emerged from the fog, the collision angle of the ship's bow had already turned its direction. The moonlight illuminated a star-like light, and the sharp collision angle was like a giant beast raised in the deep sea.
ferocious.
The cold and chilling aura struck people's hearts, and the sailors of the Brunhil almost howled in terror. The bow of the ghost ship shot out a locust-like crossbow in an instant.
"Enemy attack!"
The boatswain on duty on the deck just shouted and flew out with several sailors. The sharp crossbow shot through them and they were nailed to the mast and shook, and the shrill and dense whistling sound just reached the ears.
Griffith was so overwhelmed by the roaring fire that he could not lift his head. The deck and starboard of the Brunhil were as if washed by heavy rain, making continuous dense explosions. The dense rain of crossbows fired by the black battleship penetrated
The side of the ship shot through the cabin, clearing a bloody path among the sailors.
"Accelerate forward!" Alandel's smart eyes regained her composure after a flash of shock. She just glanced at the enemy ship approaching at high speed and gave instructions: "Go forward at full speed, get out of the collision course and turn right.
The rudder is full, the whole ship is ready for battle! Prepare for boarding battle!"
In the hunting wind, the ghost ship was filled with huge black sails, and a terrifying wailing sound enveloped the sea. It was moving at an extremely fast speed, and the terrifying collision angle went straight towards the middle of the Birren Hill.
Griffiths lay on the deck and felt a huge pressure coming towards him. The pressure was so strong that it was hard to resist, and it was terrifying to feel that if you dared to face it directly, you would be shattered to pieces!
In the darkness of the night, all I could see was the mountain of black sails pressing down on me. Brunhil was also moving forward at full speed. As long as she avoided the fatal blow in the middle, her agility and firepower would be enough to stabilize the situation.
However, the ghost ship came very quickly. Amidst the screams and panicked screams of crossbows blasting human bodies, the huge and ferocious collision angle seemed to have penetrated the stern of the ship.
"Hold the support!" Griffith shouted to the soldiers and sailors around him, but he was wondering why there was no expected huge impact.
Could it be that he avoided it and avoided the impact at the extreme distance!?
This thought came to Griffith's and everyone's minds at the same time. Everyone forgot the work at hand and subconsciously stared at Alandel on the stern bridge.
Miss Captain stood upright in her position, her long hair dancing wildly in the wind, like a goddess statue in the port. She stood sideways without fear, watching the black battleship crashing into her at high speed, and her own
The command team sticks to their posts together.
This touching bravery and temperament gave everyone great encouragement, and even made people want to cheer the captain's name with enthusiasm... Before the words could be spoken, a heart-breaking twist and sound suddenly came from the deck.
A trembling, terrifying whine that made his teeth tremble.
"boom!"
Griffith almost had his internal organs shaken out. He watched helplessly as smoke-like debris rose up from the bridge, and at the same time it tilted upward like an erupting volcano. Alandel and her command team flew through the dense debris.