Pirate’s Brood Order

The next day, cloudy.

The sky was gray, like a paper towel polluted by ink, spreading from one end of the sea level, and the sunlight that occasionally struggled through the gaps in the dark clouds fell on the deck as if it was dying.

Looking at the sea and sky, William felt that a new storm was approaching. The oppressive and hazy air was breathed into the lungs, and his expression was gloomy and disturbed.

No one knows where the voyage of the dilapidated Via will end, and whether it will be swallowed and capsized in the next storm.

There are some pirates on the deck who are gambling, and he usually participates in it, but at this moment, he is standing alone on the bow, looking down at the cold and vast sea as usual, suddenly thinking for the first time about his fragmented and unsightly life, What have you been through.

"This sea has buried the corpses of countless pirates. It is the same now, and it will be the same in the future. Rather than saying that the Via sailed in the magnificent sea, it is better to say that it has climbed the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood."

His cold cheeks were reflected in the sea water, which seemed to be ominous.

"William, what are you looking at here?" In a voice that sounded like a broken throat, a pirate reeking of sweat came over and followed William's line of sight towards the sea, but found nothing. Then he said, "The first mate told you to come over."

As soon as he entered the door, everyone in the room focused their attention. William looked at each other and counted the number of people silently in his heart. The backbone of the three chief mates, Ganxiweier, Shaqili and Guqi, were all present, and the chief mate was sitting in this group of people. In the middle of his eyes, eyes full of bloodshot eyes are looking over.

William's heart skipped a beat, and sure enough, he heard Luo Wei's dry voice in the next second, and the master's insidiousness and cunning were carried through in the voice.

"William, I need you to spread the word..."

William walked out of the room with a cloudy expression, and walked all the way to the bottom of the cabin, his silent eyes filled with gloom.

The hot and humid smell permeated the cabin, and the pirates with their upper body bare and thick body hair gathered in twos and threes in the corner, shouting and laughing hysterically with red faces.

The atmosphere of gambling is like the flu contagious from the upper respiratory tract. The scorching air from every breath is like scalding hot water boiling the few sane pirates.

When William came in, he saw such a scene. He raised his gloomy eyelids, and immediately observed one, two, three, four people who were not "infected by the disease", lying on the bed very conspicuously , completely unaffected by the noise and falling asleep.

There were two positions near the middle cabin, and two near the door. William frowned. He noticed that one of them was the closest to the door, and it happened to be Yarlin.

His pupils shrank, and the lines at the end of his eyes were finely outlining the hidden murderous intent. He quietly observed Yarlin, who was lying flat on his back on the bed, with his eyebrows closed, and there seemed to be some rosy spots on his calm and pale cheeks. color.

His attention was all on Yarlin, so that he didn't realize the unusual weirdness of the other three sleepers.

After all, who would doubt that the pillow people lying around are alive?

Yarlin, who was soundly asleep, didn't notice William's peeping eyes. His consciousness was immersed in the deepest part of his mind, let's call it his mind. After all, he wasn't sure about the strange life of Astur. Where does the body live in his body?

The left hand is only the external form of Astur Kel, a form of expression in a narrow sense, but God knows that it is difficult for Astur Kel to define the concept of its existence in a broad sense.

The mind or the soul, or a certain co-existing cell, a certain structure, tissue and organ that has been reconstructed in the body, Yarlin sometimes rejoices that there are no "X-ray and CT" perspective instruments on this broken ship, Otherwise, he will definitely not be able to resist watching the real situation in his body.

That scene, I'm afraid it won't be too wonderful!

Closer to home, Yarlin's consciousness at this moment sees through a dark desolation, pitch-black, deep, and gloomy, and there seems to be a huge and small shadow rooted here in the silence. It is said that it is small because it is only from the volume shape of the geometric meaning. By definition, it is no more than a slap at best; it is said to be huge because of the inexplicable shock of the senses, and it feels like facing the first singularity of the universe, the kind of fear that comes from the instinct of life.

It’s like, you don’t think a meteorite that fell to the ground is small, because it used to live in the vastness of the sky, and it’s unimaginably huge in the unobserved place; it’s like you can’t underestimate a nuclear bomb, even if it’s pocket-sized, because it It can create a vast sea of ​​corpses and blood.

It was an extremely contradictory feeling, so that Yarlin felt that it was not respectful enough to call it "it", but could only choose "he", and now, he and himself coexisted as one.

The shadow covers all the light, more precisely, it is the shadow itself, it is a vague outline, like a seed full of tentacles, countless black threads squirm and sway, Yarlin can clearly perceive that there are six black threads unusual.

Four of them penetrate the space and extend into the dark void; there is also a black thread that swings and connects end to end, and is connected and woven into an oval spherical bag, which looks like a blood bag for infusion and a germinal disc that breeds life ; The last line turned into a straight black line, piercing straight through a phantom of a human figure.

"That phantom reflects me, and the different black lines correspond to Astur's three abilities—transformation, devouring, and absorbing."

Yarlin was thoughtful, and several scenes flashed in his mind.

The first clip: the corpse with a broken neck stood up from the ground again, and it was done in the same way overnight. Behind him and Bill stood side by side, four "living corpses" with stiff and pale expressions.

The second fragment: the warm corpse of a woman is swallowed by his left hand, countless black threads overflow, and there is not even dross left after being swallowed.

The third fragment: a stiff pirate at the stern of the ship under the night, the flesh of the whole body becomes old and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a mummy whose blood has been drained, and then pushed into the bottom of the sea by a black palm.

The first and third clips are naturally the results of Yarlin's last night. The number of people is slightly different from the original plan. It doesn't matter. Anyway, the efficiency is quite high.

"Astor, I'm here!" Yaerlin called out in his heart.

In the next moment, the low-pitched reverberation was shaking, and Yarlin saw a vertical line suddenly split in the middle of the shadowy black species, revealing a section of dark vertical-striped pupils, and their deep and strange gazes looked at each other.

"Draining a person into nutrients, the feeling of sucking and growing, is like the never-ending evolution of life, and every cell is irresistibly intoxicated and sinking." Yarlin made a greedy breath The expression said, "Oh, this is the first time I absorb life, please forgive me for expressing emotion, it is difficult to restrain, heh~ What I want to ask is, what kind of needs do you get after devouring that woman?"