God Killer: Star Weaver

Night falls.

The sky was gradually covered with dark clouds.

On the sea, a huge ship sailed, especially lonely.

In the sky, two full moons loomed, which was extremely strange.

For a moment, dark clouds rolled in, lightning shuttled through them, and the roar of the storm was accompanied by thunder, forming a symphony of life and death struggle.

Huge waves hit the hull again and again, as if they wanted to engulf it, but the giant ship still moved forward tenaciously in the wind and rain, leaving white ripples behind, outlining a glimmer of life on the dark sea.

There was a violent shaking, and the boy woke up.

The young man opened his eyes. At this moment, he was lying on a dilapidated wooden bed, and what he saw was the dim ceiling.

A flickering candle light seemed to be extinguished in the next moment as the ship's hull shook violently.

"……where am I?"

As his consciousness gradually became clearer, the young man sat up suddenly, only to realize that his head was in severe pain, and there was an iron ring on the wrist of his left hand that emitted a faint silver light.

boom!

Looking around, the boy found himself in a small and dark room, with the only space almost filled by a bed and a broken wooden barrel filled with debris.

As the pain subsided, he put his head in his hands and tried to recall anything, only to find that most of his memories seemed to have been erased.

I don’t know anything about my origins, how I got here, or my destination.

After realizing the lack of memory, the young man was extremely panicked. He immediately stood up and prepared to leave the room to see if there was anyone else or if he could find any useful information.

"ah!"

However, there was another violent shaking, and the boy was thrown to the ground before he could stand firm.

Boom, boom, boom!

Boom boom!

Hearing a hurried sound coming downstairs, it seemed that someone noticed that the young man was awake. Judging from the frequency of his footsteps, it was obvious that this person was extremely anxious at the moment.

The door to the room opened, followed by the howling of the storm outside. An old woman in a gray robe rushed in. When she saw the young man who fell to the ground, she quickly shouted:

"Ling Chen! Are you awake? Get up quickly! There is danger! Come with me!!"

"Uh, who are you? What did you do to me...?"

Hearing this, the young man named Ling Chen covered his head and looked slowly. The external light shone in, reflecting on his handsome appearance.

The young man's handsome face was covered with a mess of black hair, his face was covered with dust, and he only wore a pair of shabby pants.

There was a thick iron ring on his left hand, which felt like a shackle without a chain.

What is striking is that the color of the boy's two eyes are different. The right eye is black, while the pupil of the left eye is light blue, which looks a bit eerie under the warm light.

Facing the anxious old woman, the young man's eyes were full of confusion and confusion.

"No time to explain!"

The old woman said eagerly, grabbing Ling Chen's arm and almost dragging him towards the stairs.

"Quick, get up! On the deck! Help them! This ship is under attack, they can't hold on any longer!"

Before Ling Chen could ask any questions, the old woman in gray robe was dragged out of the dark room at the bottom of the ship.

They rushed to the top of the ship. Ling Chen was soaked by the heavy rain, and there was chaos all around.

The waves were as high as mountains, constantly crashing into the multi-story ship.

The deck was filled with bright red water, obviously blood. The eyeballs and severed fingers scattered everywhere, as well as the horrified expressions on the corpses, seemed to have witnessed something unspeakable horror.

What surprised Ling Chen even more was that most of them were half-clothed and wore the same iron ring on their left hands as him, but they might no longer emit silver light as their lives passed away.

"Ruolan, I have seen people giving away people's heads, but never seen people giving other people's heads away?! Can you please stop giving away people's heads!!"

Suddenly a strong figure appeared in front of him and shouted loudly to the old woman.

This figure was wearing the same gray robe as the old woman. She was tall and strong, carrying an extremely sharp sword. There was still blood on the sword that had not been washed away by the rain.

The tension between them in the face of impending disaster is almost palpable.

"You would rather let them die in Low Grade than fight with them? Can you handle this shadow beast? By then, everyone will not be able to escape death!" Hearing this, the old woman was furious, "When is it, Don’t worry about the rules anymore! Life is important!”

"I... would rather be turned into minced meat under the mouths of these beasts than join forces with these prisoners!" The man glanced at Ling Chen, "Besides, they are also a burden if they come, and they will die as many as they come. , do you think they are the so-called Star Weavers?"

"You!" Hearing this, the old woman became even more furious.

After a moment of quarreling, the man spat out bloody spit, then turned around and rushed out again brandishing his sword, disappearing in the storm.

"What do I do now?!"

Seeing this, Ling Chen stretched out his hand to block the rain that kept rushing towards his eyes, looked at the old woman named Ruolan, and asked loudly.

"Waiting to die!" Ruolan replied angrily, then she flashed and returned to the cabin.

Ling Chen was startled and glanced at the direction in which the man was rushing. Although his vision was obscured by the mist of the storm, he could faintly feel the two energies colliding.

Ling Chen sighed and followed Ruo Lan to the cabin.

However, during the dispute between the old woman and the man, he learned that he had the same identity as the other corpses. He was called the "Star Weaver" and had some kind of ability that was considered a disaster.

This ship was originally going to transport them to a place called an uninhabited island. They said there would be someone there to teach them how to use this power correctly.

Of course, the premise is to forget the way you used it before and clear the memory about it.

The thick iron ring on their left hand is the shackles that inhibit them from using this power.

However, what puzzles Ling Chen is why they call Star Weaver's ability "disaster"? Since they have the power, why should they be imprisoned and would rather wait to die than be freed when attacked by those things called shadow beasts?

Ling Chen slowly walked down the stairs and came to the cabin below. The air here was also very humid due to the storm. Not far away, there were some men in gray robes, but they were obviously not the guards or soldiers the old woman said. They lowered their heads and could not see their faces clearly, but their despair and fear could not be concealed.

Having just woken up from his confusion, Ling Chen was at a loss for a moment when he encountered this chaotic situation.

Before his mind could recover from this chaotic situation, there was another violent shaking. Ling Chen lost his balance and hit his head hard on the wall.

…

"Wake up, kid, wake up!"

"We secretly go up and lower the lifeboat, maybe we can still have a chance of survival!"

Ling Chen, whose head was knocked unconscious, was shaken awake by the old woman. From the tone of her voice, it was obvious that she was ready to make a desperate move.

"Stop shaking it, or I'll spit on you!"

Ling Chen woke up from dizziness, his stomach churned, and he frowned at the old woman with dissatisfaction.

Seeing that Ling Chen had woken up, the old woman said:

"Come with me, we will sneak up, lower the lifeboat, and then call the others to go together."

Ling Chen ignored her, stood up, and looked up at the ceiling above, as if he could feel the collision of two violent energies. After a moment, he clenched his fists and said in a deep voice:

"I'll hold back that shadow beast you're talking about, and you can release the boat!!"