"According to the records I saw in the library, 90 years ago, the Pope once conducted this experiment on those Night Watchmen who failed to bless, but they all failed without exception."
Linda's words cast a shadow in everyone's heart. Looking at the dying Bandage on the stretcher beside him, everyone's face had a trace of sadness. To be honest, Bandage was dead this time.
Charles paused for a moment and then continued to paint. No matter what, this was the only way now. Even if the success rate was shockingly low, it was better than sitting there with a bandage and waiting to die.
Soon, three patterns with a diameter of three meters were drawn on the paper.
The triple diagram composed of these strange wedge-shaped lines is not as mysterious as the magic circle in the Western Sea. Instead, it looks more like a geometric pattern, and each horizontal and vertical line seems to carry some special meaning.
Charles picked up the extremely weak first mate with one hand and walked towards the center of the pattern. The bandaged body felt a little cold, and slippery liquid dripped on his hands, which made Charles feel like he was carrying a half-rotten corpse.
The pupils of Bandage's eyes were slightly white at this time, and it seemed that he could no longer see. His cracked lips opened slightly and he muttered to Charles.
"Captain, I remember now. I seem to have exchanged my past for something with a certain existence. What was it?"
Charles didn't answer. He walked into the pattern with the bandage and carefully placed him in the center of the pattern.
Linda came over with a metal syringe in her hand and injected it directly into the bandaged chest without skin.
"This thing can last for half an hour, so he won't die so quickly. But if your method doesn't work, he will really die in half an hour."
Charles took a deep breath, looked at the green soapstone sculpture in front of him, and nodded slowly.
He first let the straps grab the black blade, then he grabbed the bandaged hand and stabbed it down hard.
An extremely shrill woman's scream suddenly rang out in the room, and everyone in the room subconsciously covered their ears.
The next second, Charles saw some changes in the posture of the sculpture in his hand.
Seeing this, he ignored it and continued to stab the sculpture. After several screams, the whole sculpture was stabbed in half, and a ball of black mixed with gray smoke fell out of it.
The gray smoke was spreading rapidly, as if it would disappear in a few seconds at most. This thing was the source recorded on it.
Charles didn't dare to delay. He quickly used the black blade to pull open the bandaged abdomen. What surprised Charles was that no blood was flowing out of the wound. Perhaps there was not much blood left on the bandaged body.
Charles found the pancreas directly, controlled the bandaged arm, grabbed the source substance and pressed hard on it.
In an instant, the bandage body that was soft like mud suddenly straightened up, opened its mouth wide, and trembled silently.
Seeing this, Charles quickly stepped out of the pattern, looking at the shaking bandage anxiously.
The next second, the snow-white sea salt on the ground burned rapidly and then quickly went out. It all turned black and twisted on the floor like a black snake.
Under the gaze of Charles and others, a bent branch slowly stretched out from the bandaged mouth.
That was no ordinary healthy branch. The trunk looked green like vomit, and with its twisted shape, it looked like a terrifying tree monster that had been struck by lightning.
It wasn't long before the branches touched the roof and began to twist and grow rapidly around the ceiling.
This was just the beginning. More and more tree trunks stretched out from Bandage's tattered body. With the sound of flesh tearing, Bandage's thin body seemed to be shattered in the next second.
The leaves and trees grew more and more luxuriant, blocking everyone's view. The branches spread out in all directions like tentacles, and stretched out their front ends into Linda's bottles and jars to absorb the juice inside.
The branches with green leaves stretched longer and longer, and soon the whole room was filled with them. These things showed no sign of ending, and began to stretch out towards the crew members nearby.
"Captain, why do I feel like something is not right?" Feuerbach's expression seemed a little forced.
"Swish!" A vine stretched out, rolled up Chef Planck and headed towards the building complex.
Just as the fat man was crying and holding on to the table next to him, Charles cut off the branches with a chainsaw and rescued him.
"Captain, this won't work. If we continue like this, the entire ship will be occupied by this thing!" There was a trace of solemnity on Linda's pretty face.
Looking at the plants dancing wildly in front of him, Charles reached into his arms with a slight tremor and took out his most powerful weapon, the Thunder Staff.
White arcs of electricity kept jumping on the short staff, but Charles hesitated to take action. The pile of plants in front of him were his first mate, the crew member who lived and died with him.
The branches and trunks slowly came to Charles, entangled his limbs, and dragged him inside.
Just when all kinds of plants were about to completely cover Charles, his one arm moved instantly, and the front end of the thunder staff was fiercely inserted into the plants.
"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle~~" White arcs of electricity jumped rapidly between the green branches and twigs. The wriggling plants stopped expanding immediately and began to curl slowly.
Charles did not stop and continued to release arcs of electricity forward. The surface of the plants changed from rotten green to yellow, and slowly turned charred black.
Under the flash of lightning, Charles's expression looked extremely ferocious. After a long time, with a snap, the twitching Charles knelt on one knee.
He gasped heavily and looked at the charred mass in front of him, his heart unable to calm down for a long time.
"Bang!!" Charles slammed his right hand on the floor, making a hole. His eyes were red, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.
"Captain..." The familiar voice startled the sad Charles. He slowly raised his head and looked towards the charred substance.
An emerald green branch stretched out from inside, swaying slightly from side to side as if in doubt.
Charles rushed over excitedly and pulled apart the hot, charred tree trunk with force. Soon, he saw the bandage inside, which had completely changed in appearance.
At this time, his broken body had been filled with various plants, and he looked like a tree man. The place where his eyes should have grown was empty, and a few thin vines grew out of his eyelashes, flowing like tears onto his mossy face.
Charles quickly lifted up the bandage and asked nervously, "What happened? How do you feel?"
Bandage raised his right hand, and green branches grew out from his palm, curling and bending according to his thoughts.
"I feel... His... curse... has not... disappeared... But I... feel that I can... hold on... until... God descends..."
(End of this chapter)