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Port Marlowe.

This famous city of pirates has always been known as the "Crown of Stone on the Waves".

The island where Marlow is located is the main island of the Storm Islands, and there are many other small islands dotted around it.

The islands are like dust shaken from a crown of stone. Compared with the bustling, bustling, and chaotic conditions of Marlowe, most of the time these small islands are in a deserted state where nobody cares about them.

But it is precisely this kind of desertedness that makes these small islands an excellent hiding place. Many pirate groups will choose small islands on the edge of the archipelago as their bases.

In the central region of the Storm Islands, an inconspicuous isolated island named Cooper.

A small village existed on Kupa Island a long time ago.

However, during a certain battle between pirates of different factions on the Sea of ​​Storms, this small village was looted by enemy forces and was almost completely destroyed.

This kind of bloodbath of the village settlements of the enemy forces was extremely common on the sea of ​​storms decades ago.

But now, with the growing size of Marlow Port, the criss-crossed forces began to establish a chaotic order, and the pirates' bloodbath of the enemy's villages was curbed to a certain extent.

In short, during the pirate struggle that year, Cooper's village was destroyed, and the ruins on the island have not been rebuilt until now, and no one lives there.

It was midnight at the moment.

The surroundings of Kupa Island were as usual, and there were no ships moored in sight.

However, if someone with keen insight appears on the island at this moment and observes carefully, they will be able to find traces of the small sailboat that was deliberately covered up and cleaned on the beach.

Then follow these traces and follow the vines to find the small sailboat hidden in the dense forest along the coast of the island.

These sailing boats are small and can only carry about three or four people. They are commonly used tools for fishermen or pearl divers on the Storm Islands to go to sea.

There are about a dozen sailboats hidden in various dense forests on the island.

The sailboats sailed from several islands around Koopa Island at several different times today.

And the people on these sailboats are gathering in the ruins of the village on Cooper Island at this moment.

...

There is no moon tonight, and the sea is all gloomy.

In the ruins of the village on Kupa Island, there are several masonry houses with walls still barely standing.

As for the largest stone house, apart from being dilapidated inside and a hole in the east wall collapsed, causing serious air leakage, there are no other problems for the time being.

The house even has double structural wooden doors that can be closed!

In this stone house, there were about thirty people gathered.

All wear a rough linen or coarse cloth cloak with a hood, and the faces of these people under the hood cannot be seen clearly in the dark environment.

The cloaked figures were surrounded by a stone table that had moved from nowhere.

The stone table was very large, on which lay a man and a woman who were about 30 years old. Judging by their attire, they were probably fishermen fishing for pearls, or pirates who had been armed.

The man and the woman were lying motionless on the table, not knowing whether they were fainted or dead.

Judging by their attire and status, they were obviously not in the same group as the cloaked people around them.

They are the "prey" of this group of cloaked men.

Each of these mysterious cloaked men was about two or three meters away from the stone table, silent.

In addition, there is another person who is also wearing a coarse hooded cloak, standing right in front of the stone table.

Just looking at this position, one can probably tell that this person is the leader of this group of secret organizations.

"The oracle...salvation...the end..." The leader murmured, it was a deep middle-aged man's voice, the process of his speech seemed to be very difficult, but his tone and tone were full of confusion and fanaticism.

The thirty or so cloaked men remained silent.

The invisible faces under their hoods actually had some painful expressions at the moment, with sweat on their foreheads and cheeks, but they still closed their eyes tightly, as if they were trying to listen carefully.

It seemed that something invisible was lying next to their ears, whispering.

They are forming a group to listen to the vague ravings of unknown origin, as if from the void.

"Flesh and blood...this is God's will...we need redemption...we drink blood, we eat meat...we meet the end..."

The leading man in the cloak continued.

During the speech, probably to match the tone, he raised his hands above his head.

It can be seen that he has a pair of rough and callused hands.

And these hands are showing extremely strange, unreasonable twitching of flesh at this moment.

It's not just the cloaked man who is the leader, in fact, there are several cloaked men nearby who are in the same state at the moment.

The skin of their bodies covered by the cloak is twitching and wriggling strangely, as if something is scurrying around under the skin of their bodies.

Many people have opened their eyes at this moment, and their eyes are scarlet. They are staring at the "prey" placed on the stone table, with greed and unsatisfied desire.

"Blood...flesh...give me..."

Someone echoed and murmured.

"Hungry...so hungry...blood...meat..."

More and more people spoke in hoarse, chaotic and crazy tones.

"Eat! Eat! We drink blood, we eat meat... We are servants of God... We deserve all these things before the end comes..."

The leading man in the cloak opened his hands, and his words were the long-awaited instructions.

Those cloaked men immediately rushed towards the "prey" on the table.

They gnawed, tore, snatched, and chewed, like a group of beasts that had been hungry for a long time.

creak creak --

Inside the abandoned stone house, there was a bloody smell, and only the sound of tearing flesh and flesh, the sound of flesh and blood being squeezed, and the sound of chewing and swallowing remained.

The leading man in the cloak looked at all this and seemed very satisfied.

Afterwards, he also lowered his head and almost crazily participated in this terrifying feast.

When the more than thirty people frantically divided the "prey" on the stone table into half, a change occurred around the dilapidated stone house. First, there was a singing voice——

"At this time, the snow falls and the trees are gray

Thrushcross Elegy Like Weeping

my love is dead

Let me sleep peacefully next to his ankle

like a white dove with broken wings"

There seems to be an indescribably sad power in this song, and everyone who hears it will feel uncontrollably depressed and mournful.

However, this sad emotion that only humans have can not dilute the terrifying desire to eat of these cloaked people at all.

They are now indistinguishable from beasts, and may even be worse than beasts.

The singing has not stopped, but at the next moment——

"Priest! Open the door!"

A crisp but dull female voice sounded outside the door.

boom!

The already weak wooden door was kicked open by an unreasonable brute force, and the two planks even flew directly to the cloaked man in the center of the stone room.

The night outside was thick and dim.

But it can still be seen clearly that there is a short warrior wearing an iron bucket helmet, a heavy armor, and a huge cross in his hand, standing majestically in the dust that is brushing off.