Pirate’s Brood Order

Those who have never died will never be able to truly understand the great horror that death really represents, the loneliness and emptiness that is like the eternal night, and any language is pale and powerless to describe it.

Whether it's because of God's rejection, or a gift from Satan, or Astor,... Yarlin licked his wet lips, stared at his left hand with piercing eyes, and there was a thought in the back of his mind. A vague connection emerges, as if a shadow slowly emerges from the deep darkness.

"Bill!"

The murmured voice strangely penetrated the rain curtain and the space, and reached under the sea surface. In the shadow of the Via, a strange figure was attached to the bottom of the ship. His chest was tightly pressed against the hull, and his four nails were on his nails. Ink leaked out and stuck to the deck, and if you look closely, there is no ink, but squirming black threads, as if living things drilled through the gaps in the wood texture, and entangled in it.

The moment Yarlin murmured, a black line flickered in the white eyeballs of the human body, and at the same time, all the black threads on his four claws shrank back to his limbs in response, and then, his limbs gently scraped the water, and the whole body Then it slid out backwards, like a curled up four-clawed octopus. At the moment when it was about to leave the stern, the suction claws volleyed and grabbed the edge of the hull, and the body jumped out of the sea softly and bonelessly, hanging upside down on the stern with a "click" , and then quickly climbed upside down.

Drops of water dripped from the bald head, slid over the motionless nose, closed cheeks that did not tremble at all, only the ups and downs of the beating chest were still pitifully trying to prove that it was a living thing.

At the stern, Yarlin had already come out from the bottom of the cabin and walked along the edge of the boat. Then the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he saw a rather horrifying and speechless scene.

The first thing that catches the eye are the two straight long legs, skimming abruptly over the edge of the ship, and then making a 90-degree bend that does not conform to human mechanics at all, and then the calf and knee took over the movement and also bent straight at a right angle, so the feet are straight Stepping on the deck, the whole upper body made a flat bridge posture, and in the next second, the upper body exposed outside the boat "biu", like a spring that was bent suddenly rebounded, without a trace of extra trembling. Stand straight in place.

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

A passage flashed through his mind, and the corner of Yarlin's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and he had a more appropriate and clear understanding of the explanation of "no self-awareness and receiving simple instructions".

God knows, he just sent Bill an order to "go to the stern"... Is it necessary to come up with such a weird and alternative way of appearance.

He was slandering in his heart, but he was calculating quickly in his mind. The textual explanation given by Astu Keer was too brief, and he needed to personally verify many necessary links.

For example, "transforming dead souls into slaves" is very irresponsible. Otherwise, why are Bill and Chater obviously dead? Perfect but failed.

"The precondition is that the deceased needs to send a black thread before transforming. The latest deadline for this time point is temporarily to be determined as the heart stops beating." Yarlin recalled that he stabbed his finger into the other's heart before Bill died, and Cha In particular, the corpse is touched after the corpse is "cooled".

It's not fresh when it's cold, so it's because of picky eaters?

"Pretending to be a normal human being."

Arlin pursed his lips and gave the order.

Bill didn't respond at all. Obviously, the six-character command was too complicated, which was expected by Yarlin. He immediately broke down the command: "Disguise!"

Still no response.

"There is no self-awareness, so there is no room for free expression." Yarlin observed Bill's expression, the nose on his cheeks did not twitch, his lips were stiffly closed, and his eyelids had been open for 1 minute without any signs of closing.

The entire cheek, including the pores, has no natural vibrating life activities, as if the facial features on that cheek are just meaningless extravagances, with no value of existence.

"breathe!"

There was no response. Bill more accurately said that the black silk parasite had no concept of breathing.

"Close your eyes!"

Bill did.

"Open your eyes!"

no problem.

"The wings of the nose flutter!"

"Lips tremble!"

"Squat down, stand up!"

"The earlobe of the left ear is bent backward at 90 degrees, and the little finger of the right hand is turned 360 degrees."

"..."

Yarlin quickly issued instructions, observed feedback, and gradually came to the diagnosis result in his mind: "I am bound in a human body, covered with human skin, and have already left the category of human species in essence. I can control every inch of bone and muscle in my body. Make actions that violate human body mechanics."

"It will damage the body. Bones and muscles still serve as important functions of support and connection. Black silk has a substitute effect, but it lacks strength."

The earlobe of Bill's left ear was bent, and there was a bruise in the middle, which was muscle and cartilage damage, while the little finger of his right hand was more obvious. The entire little finger was broken from the joint, and the exposed surface skin showed distorted ecchymosis. The bones and muscles were completely broken and weak. Hanging, with black silk threads interspersed in the middle.

The head of the little finger was hung in the air by a puppet on a string, and then the black silk was pulled up little by little to stick to the wound, but that was all. The broken bones and muscles obviously made it no longer able to support activities .

Yarlin's eyes fell on Bill's chest, and he seemed to be able to see that Bill's heart was replaced by a ball of intertwined threads, and in his mind he imagined a grotesque and creepy picture, with countless black threads interspersed through it. Muscles and bones were woven into a huge spider web, while the internal organs of the liver, spleen and stomach were randomly squeezed into shriveled waste like garbage.

"It's a pity that there is only one transformed body at present, otherwise, it can be dissected to get a more intuitive observation." A chilling thought rose in Yarlin's mind.

A deep understanding of one's own abilities, the smaller the deviation and misjudgment, the more excellent the ability is, and the fewer accidents occur, and accidents often mean an unbearable price.

This is Yarlin's survival philosophy, especially after he died once, he needs to be more rigorous and critical of himself.

"Compared to Bill's life, the strength of muscles and bones has not been enhanced, but if it is used as a one-time consumable, the flexibility can be regarded as a passive full point, plus the sublimation of will (not afraid of pain and death)." Yarlin squeezed Bill's soft and cold arms, and finally showed a satisfied smile on his face: "Even if it can only be done mechanically, the simple execution of simple instructions is enough to deal with the next situation."

"The combat power of one transformant is enough to fight off three to five pirates. The Via Pirates have a total of 47 pirates including the captain. In theory, there are 10 more transformants. , I am enough to deal with it freely, of course, if they are all used as consumables, it is really a waste."

Yarlin calculated and deduced in his mind, but he and Bill hid in the dark corner of the stern, continuing to conduct some final tests.

"Repeat my words..."

Yarlin said silently in his heart, he has now confirmed enough that the connection between him and the transformed body comes from a connection in consciousness, and this connection is likely to ignore the limitation of spatial distance.

Of course, he will find opportunities to conduct more precise and detailed tests to verify this point.

He recited intermittently from the bottom of his heart, and from time to time, he turned his head sideways and carefully observed the deck. The pattering rain beat against the dilapidated deck. The captain's cabin at the other end was closed tightly. There is light.