The Future slowly closed the distance to the ruins, and at this moment, a loud and clear gasp sounded in everyone's ears at the same time.
Phew!
The sound of huge gasps slowly and regularly reached everyone's ears. The sound sent chills down the spine, and a strong sense of fear spread in the air, but it did not trigger Klein's premonition of danger.
Almost without any need to distinguish, everyone instinctively realized the source of the gasping sound. It came from the ruins in front of the side, and from among the rocks and stone pillars stacked into peaks above the sea.
"There's a body there!"
The bloodless Heath Doyle emerged from the shadows, covering his head with both hands, humming in pain. Cattleya quickly gave the order to turn, and compared to Heath Doyle, there was one more person on the ship.
, was clearly feeling the rhythm of the corpse.
…
In the cabin, Snow held his head and fell into a strange state. Roots of flesh sprouted from his skin. The shadows under his feet continued to spread and grow. Various eyes emerged from
Emerging from the shadows, cold snake eyes, lifeless round pupils, alien octopus eyes...
Snow's spirit continued to mutate as he gasped. After taking the Listener's Potion, he felt as if a massive amount of resentment and hatred were being poured into his brain.
This thought was so terrifying that even the exaggerated number of monkeys in his body could not bear even a fraction of it.
Snow continued to extract spirituality from the one-foot-long hammer, constantly using the concepts of "Sameness and Difference" and "The Turtle is Longer than the Snake" to strengthen the essence of breathing and reduce the pollution in it, and then used the concept of "stealing" to minimize the possibility of losing control.
.
But this still couldn't prevent the heavy breathing from seeping into every cell of his body.
It is not that Snow has no means of saving himself, such as concentrating all the pollution on a few monkeys and then annihilating them, but the result of this is the loss of his soul. As a Sequence Five, he does not yet have the power to repair his soul, even just for a moment.
A loss of one ten thousandth will cause the demigod's promotion ceremony to completely collapse.
After all, before being promoted to demigod, all his soul fragments may become the "only cause".
However, after he was on the verge of losing control for a short time, a noisy, harsh, strange, and evil voice came from his chest. It was far more direct pollution than the sound of breathing. Although the quality was not as good as breathing, it actually contained
With malice and madness, even the waves caused by the passing battleships could not be more powerful than the close-to-face bombardment of the destroyers. The curses filled with malice and pollution almost instantly drowned out the erosion of the gasps.
The strong pollution distorted Snow's body, but it maintained a strange balance line. It was clear that if he took any further, he would inevitably lose control, but he was stuck at the node between sanity and madness, and even...
Fine-tuning with Snow's mental state.
The Future quickly bypassed the ruins, and Snow's condition began to slowly improve. The various eyes in the shadow slowly closed, and the buds and tentacles slowly retracted under the skin. He rubbed his hair.
He sat against the wall with his swollen head, panting heavily, and stretched out his hand to touch the small man hanging upside down on the inverted cross on his chest.
"That's it."
Following Snow's feeble words, Made in Heaven slowly stopped raving madly. As the last source of pollution disappeared, Snow returned to his normal state again.
He slightly arranged his messy hair, took a deep breath, and then asked with lingering fear:
"Just now, what was that...or rather, whose body was that?"
【Truly blabbering...】
The murmurs with sadness, anger, resentment and hatred came out from the vertical pupils on the chest of the real villain. Snow was slightly startled when he heard the words, and his expression immediately became a little strange.
"It's actually...it looks like I may have to come back again in the future..."
Snow thought of this and rubbed the center of his brow vigorously again, trying to bring his swollen brain back to normal.
Although the answer he got was a bit unexpected, overall, he got a great piece of information. He stuck his head out of the window, looked at the ruins that had disappeared at the end of his field of vision, and silently took note of the surrounding environment.
Klein, who was worried about whether Heath Doyle would become a thunderstorm on this trip, suddenly felt something. He looked up, but this time, he was not targeting the cabin with the mysterious sight before, but the one next to it...
…
There, the open window was swaying slightly with the wind brought by the sailing ship, which made Klein feel a little weird——
"Were the windows open before? Why do I always feel like there's something weird on this ship?"
Although he was thinking this, the sudden gurgling sound in his stomach interrupted his thoughts. Well, he hadn't had time to eat breakfast yet!
…
"It seems that you are fine." Bernadette's calm voice sounded in the cabin. Snow tightened his collar slightly, hiding Made in Heaven again, then turned around and faced Huang Beibei and said:
"In other words, there is still something gained."
"..." Bernadette didn't respond to Snow's words, but her eyes were full of "you're holding on".
"Don't look at me like that, okay? It's just that the corpses there have special meaning to me. Do you think I'm affected by the mumbling now?"
Snow was a little shy when Bernadette looked at him. Before the monkeys who had recovered from their gasps began to improvise again, he reached out and opened a sacrificial door and took out an Intis-style breakfast for two.
, said to Bernadette:
"Want to eat together?"
"Well," Bernadette, who was awakened by the barely suppressed madness of her neighbor Snow, had not eaten breakfast yet. Today she wore a pair of beige trousers that were easy to move around.
Black leather boots, and a light brown knee-length skirt on the upper body. The skirt is scattered diagonally. It sounds uninhibited and free and easy, but in fact it doesn't match...
Well, pretty people can wear anything.
Snow cursed and poured a cup of vanilla tea for Bernadette. While eating the food from her hometown, Bernadette said with some doubts:
"I thought you should have made enough preparations."
"Actually, I prepared more than you imagined. It's just that the corpse exceeded my expectations. In fact, even if you exhaust all your knowledge, you probably can't imagine what kind of person that corpse is." Snowche
The next piece of foie gras was put into her mouth, enjoying the feeling of the fat melting on the tip of her tongue. The corners of her eyebrows were slightly raised. Bernadette felt that her dignity as a spy had been provoked, but she did not respond, because she did
have no idea.
Although according to Snow's tone, the corpse might even come from an ancient god or a true God of Sequence Zero, her intuition told her that this was not the correct answer.
In the mysterious world, the more powerful the intuition is, the more accurate it is. Not to mention that Bernadette is still a mythical creature composed purely of information. However, such intuition gives her an almost absurd feeling, because according to Snow,
The meaning of the words is, is there something above the true God...
"Stop thinking about it, even if you are an angel." Snow still put his index finger against his lips to stop Bernadette's thoughts, and took a sip of herbal tea with a smile.
