Chapter 580 Prologue
On the reservation, when the souls of the indigenous people were accepted by the one deep in the Raleye mansion for the first time, when those figures that could not be caught by the naked eye walked across the muddy beach When he left a series of strange footprints and entered the deep sea, in the cellar of the Jazz Manor on the west coast of the Pohnpei Peninsula, the breathing of the deep diver who had been tortured by Raffles suddenly became rapid.
It was like waking up from a nightmare. In addition to the ferocious bloodshot eyes, the two bulging eyeballs were filled with complex emotions that could not be described in words, including... It is full of piety and horror, fear and unwillingness. It seems that it senses that something is happening quietly, and it is completely powerless to undo it.
The Deep Diver huddled in the corner and struggled wildly, letting out a low, sobbing cry. Its limbs were tightly shackled by Raffles, unable to move, but he used the back of his head to He kept hitting the rough and hard wall until his skin and flesh cracked and blood splattered everywhere.
This strange scene made Rebecca frown.
Because the blood spray from the deep diver almost spread to herself, Rebecca subconsciously took a step back.
But this time she retreated, she felt as if something was blocking her steps behind her. Her back seemed to have hit a thick but not hard wall...
Rebecca thought it was the perverted Raffles who hid behind her.
But the next second she discovered that Raffles was standing in front of her. He was "bathed" in the blood that was constantly splashing from the deep divers. This bloody scene seemed to have an impact on him. The nerves were stimulated to a certain extent, because the pleasure was undisguised on his expression.
What made Rebecca feel numb was that Raffles was facing away from the deep diver in the corner at this moment.
His already pale face showed a strange expression between excitement and madness, and at some point he had a portable camera in his hand, which he was holding in front of his chest in a very professional manner. The camera looks towards Rebecca.
No, to be precise, the camera focused on the thing behind Rebecca's neck...
...
"It appeared, and it appeared again...hehehe... ”
Raffles pressed the shutter with trembling fingers.
Click!
The dark and gloomy cellar was filled with a flash of dazzling light.
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Reservation.
The beach on the east coast is now covered with footprints left by souls walking silently.
The sea breeze here began to become less noisy, and even finally calmed down completely. It was difficult to find even a single obvious ripple on the sea surface, let alone waves.
The air here seems to have frozen, and a certain solemn, solemn and ancient atmosphere is slowly rising from the depths of the gloomy sea.
Milo had experienced a similar atmosphere in the ancient barren mountains of Ikem and the desolate tombs of Xin.
The difference is that the silent sea water in front of you is not mixed with the filth of the barren mountains of Ikem, nor is it as ferocious as the tombs of Xin where countless forgotten people are accumulated.
It was an indescribable temperament, perhaps, dusty holiness? No, it's still not appropriate enough.
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Although no terrifying creature with a height of ten thousand feet appeared on the sea at this moment, the momentum and pressure that the sea water conveyed to Milo was far greater than that on the Church Bridge. The aura you feel when you witness the giant tentacled creature rising from the sea is even more powerful.
Don’t forget that when he witnessed the vision on the Church Bridge, Milo Ke had not yet entered the Shadow Sequence.
In the final analysis, it was just a scene of nothingness created by Imnar.
At this moment, Milo is truly enveloped in the aura of the ancient one. There is only a piece of sea water between him and the rumored oldest and most powerful old ruler in the deep-sea mansion. The other party has not yet awakened from his slumber, but the rising and falling breath alone is enough to silence all the surrounding creatures. Only the souls accepted by him can enter their dreams and see the bizarre city.
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As night fell, the singing ceremony was almost forcibly interrupted, and the souls that had been extradited to the deep sea showed signs of returning.
Because the "partners" of the psychic Chandler are about to project from the dreamland again, Chandler doesn't want to be discovered by them that he is doing this secretly, so he plans to return to the dreamland. In the dream, he met with the other people and then re-projected it, and then used the incomplete version of the spell to fool them all night.
But Milo didn’t have the patience to act with him.
As soon as Chandler had an idea, Milo killed it.
And his spirit body only showed a brief trance on his expression, and then regained his composure and continued to maintain the indigenous singing ceremony.
More and more indigenous people are being led into Raleye in the deep sea.
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And Milo sat on the rock formations on the coast the whole time.
Except for the occasional sip of whiskey mixed with fear, he put most of his energy into the forest where the peninsula meets the sea.
Because as time goes by, Milo can very clearly feel that the familiar scents that originally lingered around the peninsula are approaching this area, including Solomon's smoke, the deep divers The fishy smell, the bloody smell of hunters, and even the rotten smell unique to the Cainhurst tribe, as well as the believers and dependents of other major factions, heretical orders.
That means that Raven and Tutis Crow are watching here from the shadows somewhere in the sea around the island.
They all thought that they were the oriole behind the mantis.
And the situation is similar to what Milo had speculated before. These two old foxes are still staring at the "Luoyan City Textbook" in Raleye. Once the complete textbook appears on land, this will be the end of the world. The moment when the chaotic hunting battle begins.
“Ph’ngluimglw’nafhCthulhuR’lyehwgah’naglfhtagn!”
The ancient spell still echoes over the empty land on the east side of the Iloa Forest. The night has completely fallen, and only a ray of sunset remains at the farthest edge of the horizon where it connects to the sea, like a long and thin line that is burning.
Not long after, the outlines of sails appeared on the "firelight" emitted by the thin lines.
The sailboat gradually approached the coastline.
Even though it was getting late, Milo could still clearly recognize the shapes of these ships with oriental colors.
At a certain moment, Milo even had a complex emotion in his heart. It was about the world called "hometown" that seemed extremely far away to him, even somewhat illusory.
Because the sails of these merchant ships coming from afar are printed with a kind of writing that was once engraved deep in Milo's soul - Chinese characters.
But he soon pulled his thoughts out of that moment of trance.
Milo told himself over and over again that the past world had completely disappeared, and the place where these ships left the port had nothing to do with the hometown in his memory. In this regard, he should not To harbor any nihilistic delusions.
Of course, the main reason for withdrawing his thoughts was tonight's hunting battle.
While those merchant ships from the Far East with ancient Chinese characters engraved on their sails were still a short distance from the coast, it was the sea water along the coast that was the first to hear the sounds of fighting.
And the most puzzling thing is that both sides of the fight are like dragons swimming in the cold water.
They are all deep divers!
“Now it’s interesting.”
Upon noticing this, Milo immediately had a playful smile on his face.
What kind of drama is this?
The Deep Ones are in internal strife?
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The fact is that a bloody fight is breaking out in the coastal waters at this moment. These races that are rumored to be immortal are raising their claws and scythes against their fellow creatures. , a painful killer.
Countless figures covered with mucus and sludge scurried quickly through the shallow water outside the beach. At this moment, they all transformed into terrifying hunters in the water, cruelly harvesting their own people.
Soon, the water in the entire sea area became turbid...
In addition to the seabed sediment rolled up by the deep divers, more of it was left behind by the fighting. caused by blood.
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Even ordinary visionaries would be confused when seeing this scene.
One might think that the deep divers in the sea were subject to some kind of mental control, thus setting off this bloody fight that did not distinguish between friend and foe.
But Milo, who was sitting on the coast at the moment, could see it clearly.
These deep divers are not crazy, nor are they indifferent between friend and foe.
This underwater fight is divided into two very clear camps. Both sides are deep divers, but their camps are different.
Although they look similar, and there is no obvious difference in abilities, combat effectiveness, etc., it is certain that there are definitely some differences in blood between the two sides. As for their beliefs, they must be completely opposite.
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Who stipulates that deep divers can only serve Dagon? Serve R'lyeh?
If you put it in a certain era, this would be considered prejudice.
Just like countless belief systems and their believers and dependents have been born in the huge human race, deep divers can also serve different sects.
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Although this fight came very unexpectedly.
But it is almost certain that in addition to the local deep diver group near R'lyeh, the other side of the battle should be another tribe that followed those merchant ships from the Far East to this place.
Looking back on all the previous experiences, the only oriental element that Milo has encountered on Pohnpei Island is probably the half of a girl's face soaked in sea water.
He rubbed his palms and muttered:
“Maybe they are from the same camp?”
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However, reality did not give him room to think deeply.
The bloody and noisy battlefield in the sea has just begun, and strange noises are also coming from the Iloa Forest on land.
It’s the rumored white fireworks.
That is, those visionaries projected from the dreamland.
They stepped into the waking world and just discovered the "stealing" Chandler. The next second, one of them was swept down from the air by a huge gray-white monster that jumped out of the forest.
Screams came from the dense forest immediately.
“Ah————!!!”
(End of this chapter)