Chapter 425 The Endless Nightmare (The routine is completely blown up, woohoo~)
The storm is tearing the sky apart.
Big waves, tsunamis, countless monsters.
The heirs died like a wave.
Hold a blunderbuss and a sharp blade.
The legendary hunter looked desperately at the scene in front of him.
Iberia’s marvels of marine engineering stand tall on the sea of chaos, and lighthouses on man-made islands illuminate the endless night.
The song of the sirens came from the distant island of Sicily. The heavenly singing voice made the passing sailors lose their minds and the ship hit the rocks and sank.
Harpies (ρπυία), the harpies, plunder ships in the storm, their existence is ugly and filthy.
Keto (Κητο), a symbol of the unknown land and strange creatures, led many children on the Great Channel and set off huge waves on the Red Earth Continent.
Phorcys (Φρκο/Phorcys), the husband of Ceto, the incarnation of the blue sea, they have many children, most of them are sea monsters, these monsters are collectively called "Phorcydes".
The New World is occupied by these monsters, and the great waterways opened by humans are occupied by them.
There are many monsters roaring in the Sea of Chaos, endless...
They live in the Sea of Chaos and rule the entire sea area.
And in the sea, those perfect creatures that have evolved to a singular point—the heirs.
They are expanding like crazy.
Haizi’s territory will still expand disorderly until it eats up the ocean.
The waves are fading.
Silence is coming.
Bazin thought so.
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“Close the electronic channel!!!”
“The electronic channel must be closed immediately!!!”
It sounds like something in my ears The invisible vision constantly tortured Alvaro de Bazin. He touched his neck, scales, and the power of silence without being noticed. The part of his body that did not belong to him was resonating with something.
『With the help of the sacred blood of Termetheus, the heads of three filthy land babies, and the hearts of four evil men, in the name of the Lord of the Ocean and in the shape of the taboo of the shark, the unborn The pure becomes the essence······』
"Thousands of terrestrial people are equally filthy and unworthy of seeing the face of Termisus -"
"The air vibrates, makes sounds, finds patterns, learns languages..."
< br>『The language of 'human'...'
『Iberia..., among them, there are large groups of blood flowing, and they prey on us? Claim us? 』
『Prey, that’s right, you prey on me and I prey on you for the sake of the herd. Everyone will merge into one and become one forever』
"Iberia... is a companion..."
"So, take it all, knowledge, strength, spirituality, flesh and blood... take it all..."
"Landerers, filthy...enemies...heaven!" ! ! 』
『Heaven...is an abyss, angels...are demons! 』
『They...are the masters of the abyss』
"Kill the abyss, kill the kingdom of heaven, kill the angels——"
The terrifying murmurs kept eating away at Bazan's sanity.
In the depths of his comatose consciousness, there was some indescribable existence watching him.
His eyes are not eyes visible to the naked eye. His gaze is transmitted through the collision of thoughts and dreams.
The essence of this existence is the embodiment of chaos and disorder. His whisper seems to contain all the crazy secrets in the universe. It is a sound that even the deepest darkness cannot completely cover up.
In the dream, he saw the black ocean, an ocean that was both empty and full of eyes. Those eyes opened and closed in the darkness, as if they were monitoring the process of his sinking.
He felt himself sinking, through the endless darkness, to the unknowable bottom of the deep sea.
A ray of light penetrates the deep darkness.
The sun?
The fire that devours the soul.
The scorching beam penetrated the dark curtain and kissed his skin greedily.
He tried hard to open his eyes, longing for the familiar blue to blow over his soul,
but the black surge tightly locked his vision and buried hope.
“Turn off the electronic channel, please!”
The familiar voice of pleading sounded from my ears again, this voice was full of unspeakable sorrow.
"Shut up!"
A more intense voice sounded, filled with uncontrollable anger and disgust.
"Pedro Iberia, you should be ashamed of this name! You don't deserve to have the name of the great Iberia in your name at all!"
"Close Electronic channel? Do you know what a big joke you are talking about? Just for your unrealistic reasoning, just for those aliens who don’t know anything? Look at you, this human heretic.”
“Listen, once someone starts looking for grand reasons for what he does, we should know that he has started to use it to honor himself. If in your research we are simply deceiving those parallel beings, interpreting euphemisms about the Iberian Academy of Sciences as concealing the truth, and turning a blind eye to the warnings of Celestial 0-13, then this research is not It’s possible to publish it here, but it’s absolutely impossible as long as I’m here!”
"I will not belittle mankind and human intelligence, nor will I regard the angels of heaven as the Almighty God."
"Some people think that the public wants the environment to be protected and the survival of mankind to be realized, and also thinks that Those idealists who strive for such lofty goals will gain the love of the public, who in fact want only one thing - a life of ease and comfort for themselves."
"Desire is. The driving force of all biological actions, humans are like this, and the gods shaped by humans are like this in heaven!”
“This is the last time, Pedro, I say it again, you do not deserve the name Iberia! !”
The sound of violent throwing sounded.
Subsequently,
accompanied by the shattering of glass.
Everything in the dream began to break.
He lay down again, his body immersed in endless darkness.
From that day on, the gentle caress of the sea disappeared from the shore of life.
Its skin is cracked, telling the torture of time,
The flesh is charred and hard in the sun, emitting the aroma of death.
On the dark edge of the abyss, countless heirs surrounded a huge monster.
It was a suffocating presence.
His huge figure looms in the shadow of the deep sea, like a sleeping undersea mountain.
The creature's outline appeared distorted and uncertain in the dim underwater light, like an illusion shaped by endless darkness.
His head is broad and heavy, as if it were a giant crocodile crawling out of the swamps of prehistoric times, but it also possesses strange characteristics that surpass those of ancient creatures.
Five disproportionate eyes are arranged along the arc of the head, shining with strange light, like windows to the underworld, deep and cold, looking directly into the depths of the soul.
Each eye seems to reveal different knowledge. They are observing, judging, and calculating every action.
His body presents a disturbing five-point symmetry.
Five thick tentacles extend radially from the bottom of its torso, each covered with tendon-like notochords and suckers.
They dance slowly in the dark water, like five probing tentacles, invisibly tearing at the surrounding water. Their movements are both elegant and ominous.
The ocean itself seems to give way as this monster, beyond all human reason can comprehend, moves.
His five arms are aligned with the axis of the tentacles, as if they are cursed sails, capable of controlling ocean currents and storms.
His regenerative ability makes it unrivaled in nature, and even the most ferocious predators dare not challenge its almost eternal vitality.
"Remember me."
"Free me." "Eat me."
"There is nothing wrong with eating..., all for the sake of the crowd..."
“Above the stars, in the desolate land of Mu, where silence buries the ancient voices,
On Pluto, the eldest son of Cthulhu is resting on the top of Yadis Go in the shadow,
Sleeping in the unknown giant stone fortress, exploring the infinite in his dreams.
The ancient earthquake awakened the ruins of the deep sea, and the waves danced with it.
The huge piece of meat expanded wantonly in the moonlight,
The tentacles were entangled, and the eyes were blind, Hearing without ears,
Between the wrinkles and scales, moist breath condensed into fear.
The eyes that see him will be frozen in a silent scream,
The brain is immortal, sealed in the petrified limbs, the scream of the living statue,
Oh, the great Volcano King, you are the lone king of the invisible city.
In the waves, your image has become an eternal curse.
Even your reflection can imprison the soul of the viewer,
In the intertwining of light and shadow, we lose our direction,
In the ocean of silence, our dreams turn into stone ,
Under your rule, all light will be swallowed up. ”
“We are calling you in the deep sea, please work with Termetheus to break all the blockades of the light of the abyss! ”
The boundless ocean began to fall into silence, and Bazan was tired.
His heart is tired, his soul is tired.
In the darkness, he slowly sank his heart into the cold abyss.
He knew that the sea was dead and his heart was dead,
but he still longed to see the blue sea again at the last moment.
Return to Iberia again and return to the familiar windmill town.
In the endless sinking, the light beam above became brighter and brighter, and the whispering and gibbering in the ears became more crazy.
They call that light - the light of the abyss.
He was very puzzled, since they were all called abyss.
Where does the light come from?
Just when he was almost desperate, an incredible beam of light suddenly cut through the darkness.
This light seemed to come from another world. It carried irresistible power and penetrated directly into the deep sea, pulling him up from the abyss of despair.
His body was pulled by a powerful force and rushed straight to the sea level, as if being saved by the arm of the god, escaping from the suffocating dark sea.
Led by the light of redemption, the man felt that he had floated into the real world again, far away from the indescribable and terrifying existence in the dream.
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[Torino Type I·Continuous operation——]
[Current efficiency: 10 to 14 billion Ether floating point operations per second (sane value preservation is in progress, please do not interrupt the supply of mythical factors)——]< br>
[Loading Memu vaccine plate CN-1000/KSC-174A]
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[System abnormality detected Fault unit number: 1485992-H- 4910581]
[Repairing...]
[Detected the third self-destruct protocol being activated, started lineage hacking——]
[Detected 155 faulty units——]
[Warning: The detector’s sanity is about to collapse——]
[Start emergency repairs and start uploading (Heaven) sanity patch package——]
[355 faulty units detected——]
[Warning: The detector’s sanity system is about to collapse——]
[Sanity patch completed——]
[Forced login Out of spirit! ]
[Force pollution formatting! ]
"Ah——"
Bazin woke up from the indescribable nightmare and found that his body was sinking into a sweaty bed sheet.
His forehead was like a furnace, casting fearful sweat, and every drop was like the essence of pain squeezed from the depths of his heart.
Those beads of sweat gathered into streams, constantly flowing on his pale and painfully twisted face, as if escaping from that maddening dream.
He stretched out his hand and covered his throat to suppress the vomiting feeling that made him convulse to the point of nausea due to fear.
"Huhuhu——"
Bazin breathed greedily. Although there was no so-called oxygen in this area and his physical characteristics did not require it, he still wanted to take a big breath.
His breathing was rapid and irregular, like a soul trapped deep in the cellar, chased by unknown horrors.
“You seem to have seen something extraordinary while in the [spiritual vision state].”
In this space, there was a voice, low and warm, like the sunshine in early spring. A gentle touch through the cracks in the ice and snow.
Bazin sat up instantly, groping with trembling hands, trying to find his weapon.
At the same time, his eyes unconsciously looked at the communicator of the sound.
In front of him, stood a young man. This young man's blond hair was shining like a gem, complementing his golden eyes.
His face is very handsome and his facial features are distinct. He wears a black hat on his head and exudes the style of a noble man.
However, the most eye-catching thing is the three rings of light suspended behind him.
These halos are as pure as mutton-fat white jade, white and bright.
They make a unique sound, these haloes emit a soft sound, like the gentle rustling of feathers in the breeze.
“Your level of pollution is really scary. If my [Crown] Ether floating point computing power hadn’t been a little bit stronger, you might have died in the Hunting Hall Mausoleum on the spot.”
Hearing this, Bazin subconsciously glanced at the [Crown] behind the opponent. The three pure white rings were making a buzzing sound similar to that of a computer fan dissipating heat.
"You are..."
Bazan looked at the blond young man, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but soon he suddenly realized something, and he subconsciously reached out and touched his neck.
There was a white bandage wrapped around his neck. As he pressed it with his hand, he could feel an obvious depression, where a large piece of flesh was empty.
The scales have disappeared... Bazin thought in his heart.
"You saw me at that time and have been hiding in the dark to observe secretly."
Xia Xiu did not choose to let the place cool down. He also looked at the bandage on Bazan's neck.
That was the most polluted place, so when he was trying to rescue the other party, he chose to dig it out directly.
"If I hadn't forced you, you probably wouldn't have come out." Xia Xiu came to Bazin, took out two blunderbuss, one gold and one black, from the [Private Customization] space and placed them on Next to the other party, he continued, "But I also understand that to be honest, with the level of pollution you had before, ordinary crowned people really can't save you."
"You can rest assured now, although the root The curse and pollution caused by your bloodline cannot be removed, but I have successfully removed the source of mutation and pollution that caused your distortion. The removal operation was successful, and your sanity and state have now returned to the level of a normal thaumaturge.”
When Bazan heard this, the boulder of composure in his heart was finally put down.
Then, he stretched out his hand and took the handgun handed over by the other party. When holding the handgun, there was a moment of spiritual interaction.
He always felt as if his gun was "dirty".
For example, a gun is like a hunter's wife.
While you were in coma, your wife spent an unknown amount of time with the stranger Huang Mao.
When you wake up, your wife is still the same wife, but its internal structure seems to have been completely deconstructed and scanned by someone.
It just feels... weird.
Xia Xiu silently glanced at Bazan who had put away his gun.
Bazan’s feeling was indeed correct. While he was in a coma, a certain golden retriever took two blunderbuss in his hands and used his big and abundant [Myth Factor] up and down, inside and outside. Scan is average.
He stole something again..., oh, no, he secretly learned the art of Iberian gun fighting.
No, this is not stealing lessons.
There is no charge for surgery.
"Since you're awake, I just have a few questions to ask you."
Xia Xiu interrupted Bazin's observation of the handgun, and asked Bazin with a serious face:
“Where is [Palm Tree Artificial Base]?”
“Where are the people from the Heavenly Kingdom Expedition Team?”
“What exactly happened?”
"And..."
"Do you know who Pedro Miguelset is?"
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Monthly ticket~Gugu
(End of this chapter)