Pirate’s Brood Order

The volatilization of the death of the fresh body stimulates Yarlin's struggling soul staying on the warm corpse, exuding the breath of resentment, begging, and despair, which is better than any seasoning in the world.

The pirates around went towards the depths of the town like locusts crossing the border, leaving behind ruins and flames all over the place. The black smoke covered Yarlin's face, and the pupils shrank and trembled into a vertical line, which was very similar to A characteristic of some cold-blooded animals.

"Fike, go search those rooms again, maybe there is something left behind." Yarlin lowered his head and walked towards the woman's body.

The hoarse and depressing voice carried a kind of palpitating weirdness. Fick swallowed back the rebuttal that came to his mouth, and walked towards the door that was knocked open in the distance without knowing why, and soon there was a collision of rummaging inside Voice.

Ya'erlin looked at the woman's body lying in a pool of blood, and a pair of eyes stared at the dull child with unrepentant eyes, and his expression was fixed on a face intertwined with despair and nostalgia. Touching the woman's skin through the glove, the remaining warm touch and distorted emotion made his fingertips tremble suddenly, and countless thin strips like dead branches vibrated on the entire leather glove, as if there was something under the glove. The living creature woke up and couldn't wait to choose someone to devour.

"Astor, please be quiet."

Yarlin took off his black linen gloves and stared intently at his left hand, which seemed to be alive. It seemed that his left hand felt the danger and warning in his eyes, and it calmed down slowly and with difficulty.

In this way, his left hand finally revealed the whole picture calmly. It was a black blood line, like a dense tattoo covering the entire back of the hand. Starting from the fingernails, countless black lines spread and twisted, like countless tree whiskers twisted and twisted. The fingers finally spiraled into a pitch-black ring on the back of the hand.

And on the opposite side of the back of the hand facing the ring, there is a black vertical line that splits the texture of the entire palm into two.

The black lines and the rings are one front and one reverse, one front and one back, overlapping together to form a vertical eye, which is tightly closed, just like Yarlin's pupils at the moment.

He called it Asturbale!

The index finger is cold and has no temperature, sticking to the center of the woman's eyebrows, sliding down slowly and firmly, the black lines between the fingers suddenly come to life again, the black lines spread rapidly on the woman's face, the dense lines start from the center of the eyebrows like an upside down The spindle covered the woman's whole body until Yarlin's index finger slid towards the woman's chest, and all the black threads were gathered here in an instant.

Between the eyebrows, the position of the pineal gland, the residence of the soul; the chest, where the heart is, the source of physical life.

Beginning with the eyebrows and ending with the heart, this is a whole.

"I'm hungry!" Yarlin licked his slightly dry lips, "To be precise, Astor is hungry, oh, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that the taste of hunger is really uncomfortable, I have endured it for two months, and now I am very weak, my face is very pale, and I can't sleep every day... If I don't eat, I will die."

Feeling the temperature on the woman's body gradually become colder, Yarlin's index finger trembled even more.

"In exchange for the first meal, woman, I promise you, I will avenge you, and they will reunite with you soon." Yarlin's five fingers clenched tightly, and the black thread woven spindle was pulled and contracted , With just one breath, the woman's body and soul were all constricted and annihilated, turning into a wriggling black spot and blending into the black thread.

The black line thinned and converged back to the back of the hand, and everything returned to calm.

"Huh." He stood up with a long sigh of relief, his face softened a lot, and the vertical pupils returned to normal, "It looks like it's not as bloody as I imagined."

"Could you simplify the ceremony a bit and make eating easier, Astor?"

There was no response from the left hand, calm as if everything that happened just now was just Yarlin's imagination, Yarlin curled his lips and put on his gloves, slandering in his heart: "You bastard who won't admit it when he's full."

Then, he grinned at the corner of his mouth, and a text message formed by his thoughts suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Asturkel: With the fall of the gods, he was born from the dead remains of the abyss, the last resurgence of the endless abyss, he is Asturkel, the corpse of the mythical era, the nest of alienation and flesh and blood, The master who brought death and slavery, all the creatures he passed became his slaves, all civilizations were swallowed by him and became his nutrient, he is the most terrifying natural disaster in countless cosmic epochs, he is... . . ”

"Long-winded, keep it short!"

The words stopped abruptly, and he seemed to hear Tsundere's "hum", the words in his mind shattered like glass, and there was probably the sound of a broken glass heart.

A new text emerges quickly, short and perfunctory——Asturkael: a brood of alienation and flesh and blood, a ruler who brings death and slavery. (incomplete species)

Devouring: Devouring all flesh and blood into nutrients for one's own growth. Full species in the next stage.

Transformation: transforming dead creatures into their own servants. The servants at this stage have no autonomous consciousness and can only accept the simplest instructions.

Absorption: You can absorb the essence of flesh and blood from the same kind of life forms to strengthen your basic quality.

Yarlin squinted his eyes, and his mind turned quickly to think about the meaning of each word, making sure that he hadn't missed or misunderstood.

In the first time, it is his instinct to cross-analyze the obtained information and his own situation, so as to control the advantages and disadvantages brought by it to the greatest extent, and try to deduce and optimize the possible future. Even with a different body, this instinct is still unforgettable.

Even in the previous life, this ability finally pushed him to prison and death penalty, but it will not happen again in this life.

When Yarlin was thinking, he habitually touched the center of his eyebrows, and the still cold touch through the gloves made him tremble, and put away his thoughts: "Black Finger is officially online, the point is that I can finally sleep well tonight. "

"Damn it, I didn't find anything except a pile of broken wood." Fick came over angrily, stunned for a moment and asked in doubt, "Where's the woman's body?"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Stiffly turning his neck, he searched for the corpse that should exist on the ground.

Apparently nowhere to be found.

Then he seemed unsure of what he saw in a trance, until his stiff eyes focused on the black glove of Yarlin's left hand, he paused, and then jumped up from the ground suddenly as if he had been stimulated by some kind of stimulus, with a muffled sound in his mouth. An indistinct scream, like a wild little beast crashing into Yarlin.

Yarlin kicked the boy mercilessly sideways in the lower abdomen, the boy fell to the ground and couldn't get up, swallowing and wailing, he raised his head and stared at Yarlin and Fick with hatred eyes.

"Hey, kid, I didn't kill your mother." Fick showed a fierce expression.

"Nice eyes." Arlin walked over with a blank expression, knelt down and pressed his right hand to the boy's head, "Remember this feeling of hatred, it can keep you alive."

The boy stared at Yarlin with wide eyes, as if he wanted to imprint this villain's face into his soul.

Yarlin was indifferent, he raised his hand slightly to knock the boy unconscious, stood up and walked into the dark woods in the distance like carrying a dead dog, found a sunken pothole and threw it in, then turned and walked away go back.

"Yarlin, you have become merciful, you saved that kid's life." Fick looked at Yarlin curiously, "That kid will sleep until we all leave, of course, if there is no food, he will still be hungry die."

"Merciful?" Yarlin sneered, "Fike, you are wrong, living is much crueler than dying!"

"Living is crueler than dying!" Fick chewed this sentence carefully. When did this damn pirate hear such a philosophical sentence, his eyes lit up: "This sentence is really great. If I If I die, I must have this sentence engraved on my tombstone."

The brain circuits of pirates are really different.

"I don't know if you will have a tombstone when you die." Yarlin looked at the pirates who were looking for wealth in the distance, and said coldly: "But if we don't act again, we may really will die."