Extraordinary pedigree

Chapter 585 Flower of Blood and Bone·Preface (Going gently into that good night)

Terra Calendar 1591.1.23.

10:35 PM.

This time is the moment when the fourth sword-bearer in heaven takes in the evil spirits. During this time, in this place, a tragedy is happening.

[Error code: 3476-XC9A]

[System feedback: External interference...data transmission interrupted...information lost...]

All relevant personnel within the think tank immediately received an emergency alert, and the red warning light on the screen kept flashing.

The system attempted to re-establish the data connection, but to no avail.

[Priority: Highest]

[Command: Clear]

[Target: All information related to the Wendigo incident in Island City and the State of Thousand Lakes. 】

[Hirmi] quickly issued a clearing order to prevent more information from being leaked. All relevant data was encrypted and destroyed, and instructions were issued to clear all records and information about Wendigo in the Thousand Lakes State, including the island city.

[22:35:25.] - Data transmission interrupted and information lost.

[22:35:28.] - Emergency clearing order issued.

[22:35:30.]——The relevant data destruction program is started.

[22:35:45.]——Data clearing completed, system monitoring resumes!

***

The night falls, and the stars in the sky are like diamonds dotted in the dark blue sky, shining brightly and dimly on the earth.

The starlight shines through the gaps in the coniferous forest and falls on the ground, as if covering this cold wilderness with a silver veil.

The faint light dances among the shadows of the trees, adding a bit of mystery and silence.

The leaves in the taiga are beginning to fall.

The quiet coniferous forest is covered with cold frost, as if everything has long lost its luster. .

The once lush coniferous trees now have bare branches, and their dark trunks stand crookedly in the gray-black snow, covered by the black snow that continues to fall from the sky.

The remains of the gods turned into embers of gray snow, telling people that prayer has lost its effect.

Under the gray sky and thick clouds, prey is running.

"Hoo~ho~ho~"

Noah Linton felt very tired. He wanted to stop, but he couldn't stop because the "undead", the terrible undead, were chasing him.

The cold wind was like a knife, stinging his cheeks and bare arms. His chest was rising and falling violently. Every breath was like swallowing a cold sharp blade, stinging his lungs.

He could hear his own heartbeat, roaring in his ears like a war drum.

The boy's legs were already numb, as if they were filled with lead. Every step was extremely difficult, but his survival instinct drove him not to stop.

"Can't stop, absolutely can't stop... Willy, Duke, Hailey... they have all become like that, I can't..."

The boy's figure loomed in the dim forest, his face full of fear, and his vision was blurred by tears mixed with sweat.

His eyes were wide open, full of helplessness and despair, and his lips were purple and trembling slightly from cold and fear.

His mind was in chaos, and his only thought was to escape from the terrifying "pursuer" and "undead".

Linton kept looking back, his eyes full of fear of the danger lurking in the darkness, his eyebrows furrowed, and cold sweat on his forehead.

The moonlight filtered through the gaps in the coniferous forest and fell on the ground, illuminating his escape route and exposing his whereabouts.

He felt that every ray of moonlight was like a cold gaze, staring at him with no way to escape.

Dong dong dong——

His heart beat faster and faster, and fear tightened around his throat like an invisible hand, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Among the ink pillars of the coniferous forest, Linton ran toward a cabin deep in the woods with fear.

The wooden house stood in the most dangerous place in the woods, but it was also the most secretive place, because its shadow could blend with the surrounding trees and corpses, making it difficult to be discovered.

"哐——"

He knocked open the door, and Linton turned and slammed the door shut and locked it with a louder noise than before.

He doesn't seem to care anymore.

He came to the short handmade wooden table, tore off the backpack he brought from the orphanage and smashed it on the table. He opened the zipper, pulled out a black device from inside, and pushed the backpack under the table.

Sprays with unknown effects and several deflated mineral water bottles rolled out, as if struggling on the ground.

"hurry up……"

His voice was shaking, not because of the cold.

The light outside the window became slightly brighter, contrasting with the darkness in the room, and he could finally see his appearance clearly.

Poor boy, his thick coat didn't fit him at all, and his body was filled with wet white liquid, which was a mixture of the saltiness of the ocean and the freshness of wild flowers.

His brown eyes were full of childishness and fear, as if he had endured a shock that should not have been endured at this age.

Linton hurriedly found the button to open the black box, and touched the outer shell before knocking the button.

The lid of the box slowly opened, revealing a display screen inside, as well as a rising base, connected to complex electronic components and circuits, like the human chest after being disemboweled, messy but orderly.

Linton pulled out a smooth black tube from the left end, then put on the hood and connected it to the interface on the back of his head, which contained sophisticated electronic components.

One minute passed, two minutes passed, three minutes... time seemed to become extremely long.

[The suppression module has been activated——]

There was no electronic beep, and a line of black fonts suddenly flashed on the yellow-green panel of the display.

The display glowed softly, as if it were the only ray of hope.

The slowly rising device on the base shone with a faint blue light, connecting Linton's nervous system, as if it were a bridge, connecting him to the complex device in the black box.

Subsequently, the suppression module begins reading the strips.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up..."

Huhuhu——

A gust of wind passed by. This time it was not like the wind brought by the spirit of the north wind. The sound was like the roar of wild beasts in the distance.

The boy became frightened, shuddered, dropped his hood, and flew into the gap under the table.

The sound of the wind got closer, and he curled up, covering his mouth tightly with his hands, trembling as if there was something lying above his head, just outside the window.

He forgot to close the curtains.

He realized something and reached for the aerosol respirator that fell out of his bag, ignoring whether there was something staring at his hand outside the window.

He didn't even dare to stick his head out and try it in a weird posture.

"Boom. Boom. Boom."

A very slow and rhythmic knock on the door sounded, and goosebumps appeared all over the boy's body. When his fingers finally reached the spray, he quickly picked up the can and glanced at the words printed on it: [SAN Group·Windigo].

Ding--

He opened the metal lid in horror, and the lid fell to the ground with a crisp crash, but he could no longer hear it.

The sound of the wind disappeared and the knocking on the door disappeared - no, it was his hearing that disappeared.

He clutched the spray can tightly and gritted his teeth up and down, not even a "rattling" sound could be heard.

He grabbed the round handle of the spray can hard, as if holding on to his last hope, and pressed it against his mouth and nose.

The touch of cold metal was biting, but it made him feel a faint sense of security, but more of a sense of despair.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm down, but the fear in his heart came like a violent storm.

He wanted to spray out the medicine immediately, that thin mist.

Willy, Duke, and Haili have repeatedly told him that whenever he has the desire to eat people or starts to forget his memory, he should immediately take off the spray and use the suppression device to kill part of his "personality".

But you can only kill a little, otherwise you will turn into a monster.

Haili said: Every time I use the suppression device, it feels like bubbles in a dream, beautiful and illusory.

But at this moment, he couldn't do it no matter what, as if he had lost part of his control over his body.

His fingers trembled on the button that suppressed the spray, his heartbeat echoed in his ears like thunder, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

Tears in his eyes blurred his vision, and his hands were stiff and weak, as if they were separated from his body.

The gray snow fell harder, and the dead needles trembled and crumbled in the snow and wind.

In his fear, Linton finally heard a vague knock on the door, as if knocking directly on a door in his mind.

The knock on the door was like some kind of call echoing deep in his memory, making him more desperate but unable to escape.

Just when the boy was extremely frightened, he was finally able to hear a vague knock on the door, as if it was directly knocking on a door in his mind, the door frame deepest in his memory.

To his delight, he heard a familiar voice:

"Linton, open the door quickly! It's me, your brother, Willy."

Memories flashed through Linton's mind.

Willy was always the big brother who picked him up when he fell, and always took the children to play in the courtyard of the orphanage, telling them to face everything bravely.

He always had firmness and warmth in his eyes, protecting everyone like a father.

However, as time goes by, Willy is unable to resist the erosion of consciousness called the Wendigo.

The boy remembered the scene in the laboratory when he saw Willy being forcibly injected with drugs, and Willy still had a comforting smile on his face.

The boy was about to get up, but he immediately hit his head. The pain made his consciousness clearer.

He shouldn't be happy. His brother had died a long time ago and fell into the fallen leaves. It was Sister Haili who did it herself.

It was a cold night, gray-black snow fell from the sky, and the orphanage was in chaos.

Noah clearly remembered Haili's expression at that time, which was sad and determined.

She told Noah, "Willy died as a human being."

"Linton, open the door quickly! It's me, your brother, Willy."

The voice outside the door sounded again.

Linton's heart beat like a drum, he shouldn't be happy, he knew that was not his brother, Willie was dead.

Tears blurred his vision.

"Linton, open the door quickly! It's me, Duke, and I'm bringing you your favorite candy."

Another familiar voice sounded, that was Duke, the exact same voice, without any difference, even the faint coda at the end, and the fake deep intonation mixed in, were exactly the same.

The sound of wind then spread into Linton's ears, like a needle poking from his ear straight into the cerebral cortex. His eardrums were pierced by the harsh sound of wind, and the pain instantly spread to his entire mind, as if there were countless tiny needles. Stabbing wildly in the head.

Linton covered his ears tightly, his nails almost digging into his skin, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not relieve the heartbreaking pain.

Every roar of the wind was like an electric current exploding in my mind, causing waves of tingling and numbness.

His eyes were closed tightly due to the severe pain, and tears flowed out involuntarily, sliding down his cheeks.

His breathing became rapid and disordered, as if every breath he took contained a burning pain. Linton's heart was beating violently, and his chest seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, making him almost breathless.

Memories and reality intertwined in my mind, forming a chaotic fog.

It hurts, it hurts.

The spray in his hand slipped from his palm, fell heavily to the ground, and rolled into the darkness of the room, into a corner that he couldn't see.

He wanted to reach out, but the severe pain forced him to cover his forehead tightly.

Memories came flooding back.

Noah thought of Duke, the older brother who was always full of courage and strength. Duke is a few years older than Noah and is the most protective person in the orphanage.

Whether he was fighting with other kids on the playground or settling a dispute at the orphanage, Duke was always the one who stepped up.

Although he had some inconvenience in walking due to the deformity of his legs due to [Periform Hoof Disease], he never let this become his weakness.

In his own way, Duke taught Linton how to face fear and how to persevere.

Noah also remembers Duke often bringing him candy, especially when he was feeling down or not feeling well.

Duke would mysteriously take out the candy from his pocket, wink and say:

"Look, I brought you magic candy that will make you forget all your worries."

The boy would be amused every time and feel the warmth from his brother.

"I can't tell the difference, Sister Haili, oooooooo~"

"I really can't tell the difference!!!"

Linton bit his lower lip so hard that it almost drew blood. Tears and snot mixed with rusty blood blurred his senses.

"Linton, open the door. I am my sister. If you make such a joke again, I will get angry. My brothers and I are lining up to bring you delicious food. You are so naughty."

When Sister Haili came, she became the sharp sword that defeated the boy's last line of defense.

Haili is the most gentle and attentive girl in the orphanage. She is three years older than Noah and always plays the role of mother.

She has long blond hair and big blue eyes, and always has a warm smile.

Although she was infected with odd hoof disease, she had one big and one small ugly fleshy wings growing out of her back. However, the fleshy wings were very small, so she always wore loose clothes.

The tiny bulge on her back was cleverly hidden by her loose clothing.

Haili is good at taking care of other children, especially Linton. Every time the orphanage distributes food for welfare days, she will always carefully distribute it and then coax her younger siblings with a sweet voice.

She often told Noah:

"No matter how cruel the outside world is, when we are together, we are home."

The boy felt memories flowing out of his seven orifices, dripping on the floor, and then slipped out of the narrow room through the gap under the wooden door.

Yes, aren't they his brothers and sisters outside the door?

Today they received food from the welfare day again, and they had to prepare delicious food for him!

It was so cold outside, how could he not open the door?

"Going gently into the good night, old age should return quietly at sunset;

Smile, smile at the fading light.

Wise men die knowing that the darkness has reason, for their words are as light as feathers, and they walk gently into that good night.

Kind people, when the last wave has passed,

Whispering memories of how their fragile good deeds slumbered silently in the green bay,

Smile, smile at the fading light. 』

The boy's eyes lost their luster. He smiled stiffly, crawled out from under the table, stood up and walked towards the wooden door, then weakly pulled the door handle.

squeak--

The door opened.

"Are you back?"

Gray snow drifted into the house, and the strong wind also broke in, blowing away the simple posters hanging on the wall. The papers seemed to be torn by invisible hands, making a hissing sound.

Some scattered papers on the table flew up, as if they had a life of their own, trying to escape from the strong wind.

The unclosed black box was picked up by the wind and hit the table legs heavily, making a dull collision sound.

The messy room was ruthlessly illuminated by the pale death light outside the window, making it seem like a scene in a nightmare, making it seem even more bizarre and terrifying.

Standing at the door was a dark figure, so tall that the doorframe couldn't even contain its figure.

Immediately afterwards, it bent down, and an unreal white light slowly emerged from the position of its head. The light was cold and bone-chilling, enough to penetrate a person's heart, as if it directly reflected the deepest part of the soul.

A pair of sharp protrusions appeared on both sides of the black shadow's head. The protrusions grew and spread slowly and ominously, as if living blood vessels were constantly expanding. The twisted shadow danced on the wall until it turned into a pair of terrifying antlers. .

The antlers seemed to be the devil's crown, carrying ancient and evil power.

The outline of the black shadow distorted in the white light, like a nightmare crawling out from the depths of another world.

There was an unspeakable fear in the air, as if the entire space was shaking under the presence of this black shadow.

Its ominous light and twisted antlers seem to announce the coming of death and despair, leaving people with nowhere to escape or hide.

"Linton, why didn't you clean up the room again?"

Distorted, chaotic, and low, the sound seemed to come from the abyss, piercing the silence of the night with a strange echo.

That was definitely not his brother or sister, but some kind of unspeakable evil.

The boy's stiff smile disappeared instantly, and fear pierced his heart like a cold blade.

Two lines of tears welled up in his eyes, and the tears meandered down his cheeks, as if they were flowing away with his hope and courage.

"Ah——"

Then came a scream that shook the forest. The sound was full of despair and helplessness, tearing the silence of the night and echoing between the endless shadows of the trees.

The scream echoed in the air, but the echo remained for only a few seconds, as if mocking this fragile struggle.

"Gulong~Gulong~"

Then, there was no more sound, only a creepy chewing sound came, as if a giant beast was enjoying its prey, the sound was wet and sticky, with the horrible details of flesh and blood being torn, which made people shudder.

Squeak squeak——

"It seems that I am still late."

When the handsome young man with blond hair and golden eyes pushed open the door, the cold wind gently brushed his cheek, bringing a bit of biting chill.

The sound of the wind outside the window came into the house through the half-open window, as if it was whispering a lonely elegy.

The house was empty and unusually quiet.

Everything around was covered with a thin layer of dust, as if no one had been here for a long time.

There were some sundries piled up in the corner of the room, a few worn-out chairs leaned against the wall alone, and a few yellowed books and scattered papers were scattered on the table.

There was a faint smell of dust in the air, reflecting the tranquility of this moment.

In this place, only the sound of the wind remained, which was very comfortable.