Chapter 339 Plymouth's Shadow, Kraken's Claw (4K)
Plymouth.
In the hotel room, the yellowed walls were covered with mold and the floor made a slight creaking sound.
There were moldy old books piled on the table by the window. Crane held his pipe in his mouth, frowned slightly, and looked out the window.
The houses across the street are also dilapidated, and their roofs are overgrown with weeds, as if they will collapse at any time.
On the street, there were no pedestrians passing by. Only a wild cat was eating rotten fish in the corner. Suddenly it raised its dark green eyes and looked at Crane who was standing by the window, and then quickly disappeared.
In the rising smoke, Crane’s brows furrowed even more tightly.
He sat down on a rickety wooden chair, took out the gold-cap pen from the pocket of his deerstalker jacket, gently unscrewed it, drank up the ink in the bottle, and took out the neatly bound kraft paper from his arms. Spread it out, take a deep breath, and write:
[The only hotel in Plymouth is run by an old woman with wrinkled skin. Her only son died in the Demon Hunting Hammer trial a week ago. 】
[The Tidecaller Mystery Cult has taken root too deeply in Plymouth, and the Demon Hunter Hammer's cleanup operation was very fast, wiping out more than 70% of Plymouth's population within a week. 】
[Are there any innocent people among them? I think there are, but I can understand them as well. 】
【The gods are constantly at war, and there are countless evil spirits. If we can unify the beliefs of all living beings, the kingdom of heaven will come... Some people firmly believe so. 】
【But I have no faith. 】
【In other words, I only believe in the human soul. 】
【Human freedom and will are so noble that they can even be higher than the Kingdom of Heaven, and even God cannot make people surrender. 】
As he wrote this, Crane's writing force increased, the pen tip trembled slightly, and the rippled ink soaked into the next line.
The sound of waves in the distance came faintly, with a biting chill... Crane's heart gradually sank... Today was the day Famula executed the girl. She tried to use the girl as bait to kill the girl. The real culprit behind the Tidecalling Secret Cult was wiped out in one fell swoop.
Whether you succeed or not, someone will inevitably die.
Perhaps it is the girl with the blood of Poseidon, or perhaps she is a devout and fanatical priest.
Or maybe... it will be the civilians living in this shadow-shrouded town, or maybe it will be me.
Even I may die today in this upcoming judgment.
Klan's eyes flickered slightly, and he wrote again:
[Man is free, but also small; he is powerless, but yet brave. 】
【In the end, I can only do what I can to save a few more lives before the tsunami comes. 】
【And what form will the final outcome of this trial take, I...】
The desk suddenly began to vibrate, the ink bottle knocked over, and ink soaked most of the brown paper.
Klan stood up quickly and found that the whole house was shaking. His eyes were frightened. He leaned out the window in surprise and looked towards the coastline.
Suddenly, Crane's pupils shrank, his face showed shock, and he murmured:
"Oh my God..."
Klan swore that in this life, I have never seen such a large crowd of fish.
It was like a nightmare.
The gray sky makes people breathless, endless shadows appear on the coastline, the waves are rolling, and the fish people break out of the waves, their wet bodies are glowing with cold light, and their empty pupils are like ghosts, one after another, crowded in On the coast, as the raging waves hit the rocks, the foam stirred up from the beach towards the town, and even the earth was shaking!
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning tore through the sky, and the sudden flash of lightning revealed the densely packed backs of the fish-men, with sharp scales connected together like waves made of steel. What followed was deafening thunder, as if a giant was swinging a heavy hammer. Every time it hit it, a thunder was struck, releasing its power on the magnificent sea, and the big waves and the strong wind roared together!
It rained heavily.
Over Plymouth.
Branch-shaped thunder and lightning flashed in the dark clouds, and the heavy rain fell like a reservoir opening its gates.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the calm town was swept by heavy rain, like a small boat constantly heaving in the wind and waves!
"What happened on the other side of the coast?"
Such thoughts flashed through Crane's mind, and he felt unbelievable.
“Why did everything suddenly change? These thousands of murlocs appeared out of nowhere!”
A quarter of an hour ago.
On the coast of Plymouth.
A group of priests wearing plate armor, holding flails, and wearing iron helmets stood silently.
A depressing and solemn atmosphere enveloped this beach. Even the noisy seabirds were silent and stayed away consciously.
The sea breeze is strong, rolling up the tattered cloth robe of the thin girl. She is tied to a rock with iron chains with her hands behind her back, her feet are constantly washed by the waves, her eyes are dull on her haggard face, and her eyelids are slightly drooped. With.
far away.
Harvey stared at Helena.
Knowing that she was heartbroken and in despair.
Because of this look, Harvey also saw it on the face of his sister who was so cold that she turned pale when she was in a shipwreck.
He lowered his head, closed his eyes lightly on his sad face, and let out a trembling sigh.
"It's up to you to carry out the trial, Harvey."
A cold voice sounded from behind Harvey.
The black-haired Iron Mask woman wearing a large trench coat, holding a black gold scepter in her hand, walked up to Harvey and stood side by side with him, her tone was without any emotion:
"Harvey, use fire and brimstone on the false prophet, teach her to repent and be saved before judgment."
Harvey froze in place, his lips kept trembling, and he said dryly:
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"Judge Famura...I..."
"Think about your relatives." Famura nodded coldly and signaled, "This is the righteous act you should perform."
< br>Harvey's face flashed with pain and struggle.
The icy cold sea, the wreckage of the wooden boat that pierced the legs and feet, the corpses floating in the sea, the heavy black coffins of relatives... all of this actually originated from a boring argument between two Poseidon believers.
Absurd, so ridiculous!
There are too many extraordinary people in this world who act recklessly, and these powers become the source of pain for others.
In this case, why not ban all the gods and gather their power into one.
Whether it is the Tidecalling Mystery Cult or the Poseidon bloodline, they are sins that must be purified...
This is... a necessary sacrifice!
In his hand he held the torch handed over by Famura.
The torch burned with golden fire, emitting a pungent smell of sulfur, and spread a long black smoke with the sea breeze.
Harvey followed suit and walked towards Helena who was tied to the rock, his sad face looking even sadder.
He stood in front of Helena, looking at the girl whose lips were purple and bleeding, and bit her lower lip unconsciously.
Helena opened her eyes weakly, and the sad priest was reflected in her eyes, as if she had recognized her fate, and showed a relieved smile.
"I have experienced this scene twice...Mr. Harvey."
Compared with the benevolent Harvey, Helena is more like the experienced person facing execution, who understands the cruel fate better than him and has recognized the impending death.
"Please don't cry for me."
At this moment, the girl's haggard face seemed to be shrouded in the glow of divinity, and she said softly:
"Do it Just do what you think is right.”
Suddenly, the lightning that tore through the sky quickly brought Harvey’s mind back to the night of the shipwreck.
The dark and cold sea was littered with the bodies of victims. The girl who fell into the water could no longer cry. She touched Harvey's cheek with her cold hands on the board and said softly: "Brother, don't cry, you..." Live.”
“Live for me.”
Harvey collapsed and knelt in front of Helena.
The sulfur torch in his hand fell into the sea water, making a sizzling sound.
“Presiding Judge!”
Harvey choked with sobs: "Are we...really just?!"
On the beach, there was deathly silence.
The priests of Demonmaul all wore iron helmets, like a ruthless jury, emitting a deafening silence.
The red eyes on Famula's iron face showed no emotion, and were as cold as a statue.
She raised her scepter.
Hum——
The ruby on the top of the scepter seems to be splitting energy, releasing scorching red light.
Pop!
On the coast, a gunshot rang out.
Harvey's eyes were blank, and a hole was left in his chest due to the high-temperature rays.
Through the hole, Helena could be seen tied to the rock, her pupils trembling and tears streaming down her cheeks.
Boom!
Harvey fell into the cold sea water, and his blood gradually spread, dyeing the sea water dark red.
The elegant bird is silent.
The only sound was Famula's voice, like a carrion-eating seabird hovering above everyone's heads.
"Each one is tempted when he is drawn away by his own lust."
Famulla closed her eyes lightly, read the verses from the Book of James, and said regretfully:
"When lust has conceived, it gives birth to sin; when sin has matured, it gives birth to death."
The waves crashed on the beach, the roaring sound echoed, and it had begun to rain, and the patter of raindrops fell. Thousands of ripples were aroused on the sea, Helena cried, and the rain surged at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Even Helena herself couldn't tell why she was crying.
She misses Mr. Harvey who brings her meals every day. He is a good man, but good people cannot survive in this world where the jungle is strong.
She looked at Famula who was slowly walking towards her, the cruel iron mask on her face, the golden flames dancing in her eyes, and a great fear enveloped her.
Helena let out a silent sob.
It rained heavily and the sea began to tremble, as if there was an extremely terrifying force brewing beneath the surface of the sea.
The power in the bloodline triggers the tide from the sea, and violent winds, rainstorms, and thunder descend in an instant.
Standing on the coastline where the sky was dark and the wind was howling, Famula stared at the thin girl quietly and suddenly stretched out her palm.
Helena's pupils suddenly contracted, despair and fear stimulating her heart like needles, and she screamed:
"Please, no!"
On the reef Behind him, a huge wave three feet high suddenly rolled up.
The priests looked at it in horror, realizing that the water element in it had condensed to a terrifying level, and the impact was beyond the power of a human body!
Famula didn't look away, and a blazing ring of fire spread under her feet.
The waves under your feet were evaporated, revealing the naked beach. Wherever the ring of fire touched, the waves were separated. Even the huge waves that fell from the sky were instantly evaporated and vaporized by this heat wave, rising and rolling. White smoke.
“Believe in your worth.”
Famula gently put her hand on Helena’s trembling head and said calmly:
“Next, Many people will die because of you, and many people will be saved because of you..."
Helena's tears had dried up, and there were still tear stains on her face. She asked in a daze:
"...Value?"
Famula did not answer, and reached out to take off the iron mask, a pair of eyes The golden fire in her body was about to boil, and golden runes were twisted on her neck and cheeks, releasing scorching heat and steaming the surrounding air, making her look divine and coquettish, cruel and mysterious.
She held her scepter horizontally, and the scepter in her hand was instantly swallowed up by golden flames, turning into a one-handed sword burning with fire.
Through Famula’s cold golden eyes, Helena saw a sight that she would never forget in the reflection——
At the end of the horizon, there seems to be a fortress rising from the bottom of the sea. The sea water parted to both sides, revealing a huge trench. From the trench, the black shadow of a huge beast slowly rose.
On both sides of the giant beast, countless murlocs gathered, scrambling to be the first to wade across the sea, with ferocious faces.
The huge waves surge into the sky, echoing the low roar from the deep sea.
It was a king-level cancer crab as huge as a mountain. Its eyes were like lighthouses, and its gaze was like a beam of light, penetrating through the vast sea fog. Each of its pincers was as huge as an iron tower, and seawater rolled down its carapace. , like a waterfall pouring and roaring. As it moves, it emits an indescribable sense of oppression!
Helena held her breath, her cheeks pale.
On the coastline, the priests with firm beliefs could not help but shake their bodies, and their eyes could not help but reveal fear.
"The Imperial Warcraft, Kraken's Claw."
Famulla's voice was as calm as ever, without any fluctuations, and stated:
"Legendary Warcraft, The descendant of Kraken is also a descendant of the Poseidon, and the reason why it cooperates with the Fishman King——"
Famula looked at Helena coldly.
"It's because of you."
"Me?" Helena couldn't believe it.
“It wants to kill you.”
Famulla said indifferently:
“Many years ago, Kraken betrayed the Poseidon and was dubbed [North Sea Giant] by the world. The name of the demon], and its descendants have been searching for the whereabouts of Poseidon’s bloodline for so many years, just to eradicate it.”
Helena's body trembled and she closed her eyes in despair.
The traitorous Poseidon Familia, the Murloc King, the Demon Hunting Hammer... no matter who they are, they all want to take her life.
Helena thought to herself that she didn’t even know what she had done wrong, and that she had implicate Mr. Harvey.
If someone told Helena now that as long as she died, all the disasters would end, Helena would be willing to die.
But... Helena's heart was pounding, and her tears couldn't stop falling... But why, I'm still so scared, I still want to live...
Whether it's an angel or a devil, whoever comes...
Who comes to save me!
"It will be over."
As if he understood Helena's thoughts.
Famula looked down at the girl, with a trace of compassion in her eyes, and said softly:
"When you die, I will guarantee that all this will come to an end——"
"I disagree!"
The arrow roared into the wind and hit the back of Famula's head. .
She tilted her head slightly, and the arrow grazed her hair, and hit the iron chain on the rock. It stirred up sparks with a 'ding' and shattered the shackles.
Famula looked back calmly. On the high cliff on the coast, the black-haired young man held a large bow made of shadows in his hands. Thunder and lightning flashed above his head, reflecting his determined eyes.
Yeats said coldly:
“I, the Dark Night Sect, want this person!”
(End of this chapter)