Late at night, the guard on the cliff raised the wind lantern in his hand, illuminating countless surging iron sands.
That's the tide.
Amid the earth-shattering roar, thunderclouds moved and poured down majestic torrential rain. Thick and cold water vapor filled the space between the sea and the sky, filling the lungs, taking away the warmth, and was so heavy that it made people breathless.
Crazy torrential rain fell from the sky.
Countless thumb-sized raindrops fell through the sky, but merged into the angry sea tide without any sound. Along with them wash the shores.
The ocean has become something inaccessible.
Like a monster.
The tide and sea tide that can tear apart steel are madly venting their anger.
Under the vague fog, it seems that there is an invisible giant rolling the sea water, triggering ocean currents, and making the entire ocean tremble.
Even the rocks that had been washed away for thousands of years cracked and cracked under the horrific aftermath. Amid the hurricane, those tiny cracks made wailing sounds, wandering between the dark heaven and earth.
As if shocked, the guard stared blankly at the tide. For a long time, his eyes became trance-like. He swayed in the hurricane, lost his center of gravity, and fell towards the dancing darkness under the cliff.
It wasn't until the last moment that the chill of death made him react and let out a hoarse scream.
Behind him, a hand stretched out, grabbed the back of his collar, and pulled back.
The guard who fell forward was pulled back and fell into a pool of water on the ground. The heavy rain passed through the brim of his hat and splashed on his face, biting and cold, causing a dull pain.
The lingering fear of facing death made his face pale. He took a big breath and looked at his companions blankly:
"me… "
"You're possessed."
The companion said, "I called you down there for ten minutes, but you didn't respond. Fortunately, I came up to take a look, otherwise... "
otherwise
Otherwise something very bad will happen.
This kind of thing has happened many times in these days, and everyone has already understood it tacitly, so there is no need to mention it deliberately.
"I just came out to get some air, but I didn't expect..."
The guard murmured and was pulled up by his companion. The old, thin man patted the guard on the shoulder: "Go back first. A batch of food just arrived. The cook made some soup. Go and have a bowl while it's hot. I'll take it here. On."
The guard nodded, took a step back, and looked at him with grateful eyes: "Naven, be careful. Yesterday... Lao Gai jumped from here."
"go Go."
Naven waved his hand, and he skillfully laid a water-proof blanket under a raised rock, curled up inside, and hid in this small rain shelter.
Then he reached into his thick poncho and took out a windproof lighter and lit the pipe.
It wasn't until the warm smoke poured into his lungs and dissipated the chill lingering in his chest that he took a deep breath, relaxed his tense body slightly, and stared in awe at the sea wave only two or three meters away from him under the cliff. , and the dark ocean and sky in the distance.
The pocket watch said it was twelve o'clock noon.
Fuck twelve o'clock.
He spat.
As a member of the fifth department and a special operator who specializes in doing dirty work, he has been to various places around the world for more than ten years since he retired from the Navy and has seen countless harsh environments. I never thought that one day Angelou would become like this.
In particular, the Cave Monastery was originally a resort famous for its pleasant climate, but now, the hotels and roads have been submerged under the dark tide, leaving only the monastery built on the cliffs halfway up the mountain still barely maintaining its integrity. of completeness.
With the arrival of the fog, more than half of Angel's few land territories in the coastal areas have been submerged, and no one knows whether the islands deep in the fog are still alive.
According to the emergency regulations of the fifth department's wartime plan, the Anglo mainland is currently equivalent to being lost. Except institutions around the world are beginning to enter a period of silence.
Except for the necessary members, all other operatives need to obey the dispatch and quickly gather at the predetermined location. Anyone who fails to arrive after the deadline is regarded as treason.
Now, according to the dispatch of the emergency person in charge in the communication, more than 400 specialists from various places with experience in demon and natural disaster operations have arrived.
I have been waiting in the cave monastery for more than a week.
Apart from the sudden order nine days ago, there was no news from the emergency person in charge. Although the commissioners staying here still maintain discipline and order, they have begun to become vaguely chaotic.
Everyone who came here was an elite selected by Angelou from all the local people. There were many musicians and elites with various abilities. Everyone's nerves would not be as fragile as a girl. Yelling about anything.
But this time, things are different from before.
In addition to the harsh environment outside and unguaranteed supplies, the biggest threat to them... is this ocean.
There has been no light for more than nine days.
In this lightless sea filled with strange and demonic properties, there seems to be a strange thing from hell lurking. More than ten people have gone missing in the past few days. Four corpses floated back from the sea, already soaked and turned white.
Everyone's mental condition is abnormal, and some of the severely affected people have been isolated. Two people are said to have committed suicide.
There was a man who cut his wrists and painted in blood before he died. The drawings had been washed away and no one had seen them except the person who cleaned them up. The person responsible for cleaning up later gradually became abnormal and was isolated.
"damn it."
Naven spit and applied it again.
He was a little scared.
Now that Angelou has become like this, no one knows what will happen if he waits any longer.
It was obviously a violent storm and should be deafening, but now there was no sound at all.
It's so quiet that it makes one's heart ache.
He is a child of a fisherman's family. When he was a child, his father would not let him follow him on the boat or even touch the fishing nets. Instead, he drove him to fend for himself.
Now I finally understand my father’s silent expression when he looked at the ocean.
The deep sea is like a womb, which breeds misfortune.
"How terrible."
He sighed, curled up under the blanket, and stared at the darkness in the distance, but there was an impulse in his heart... an impulse to walk into it and let the darkness melt him.
Maybe it becomes part of something bigger, a tiny part...
Soon, such impulses were wiped away.
Pontointerruption surgery.
This is one of his few advantages, and hidden spies rarely perform such surgery on themselves. It was inconvenient to divide the memory to prevent the musician from reading and checking his mind, but he had never been grateful for his original decision, which allowed him to look at the ocean that had turned into a monster with a calm mood.
In silence, he smoked his pipe, talked to himself, lowered his head and played Sudoku on his notes, neglecting his duties.
The visibility is less than three meters, the environment is so bad that even the fish cannot survive, and the desolation has been forgotten... In this case, what is the point of the sentry
But in the silence, he suddenly felt cold water droplets sprinkled on his head.
He looked up in surprise, only to see the rock above him that was shielding him from the rain trembling, quietly, but like an earthquake, dropping water drops.
He rolled over subconsciously and climbed out of the pool in embarrassment.
Then, fell into sluggishness.
Then with the flickering light of the wind lantern, he saw for the first time the terrifying scene between the dark sea and sky.
At some point, a frenzied giant wolf appeared on the sea surface, and the dark clouds pressed down like an iron curtain. It's like the heaven and earth are closing together to completely crush all the dust particles and ants.
But in the darkness, a high-pitched scream suddenly erupted.
That's the whistle.
The tide is breaking, like frozen ice being broken. Ripples spread out in the iron-sand-like wave, and wherever it passed, the sharp reverberations of countless steel collisions erupted.
The harsh sound tore through the darkness that seemed to be substantial.
Then the curtain formed by layers of torrential rain was torn to pieces, and the huge steel creation burst out with terrifying power, forced its way in from the outside world, and walked through this terrifying sea and sky.
Wherever it goes, the music theory of the incident and the distorted reality rub against each other, and the aftermath of the interference of nature leaks, leaving a burning track.
The bow of the ship cut through the waves, making the sound of iron rubbing against iron. As it moved forward inch by inch, it tore apart the tide inch by inch, leaving behind an illusive firelight entrenched in the water vapor, forming the virtual image of flames.
The iron wheel that had just been launched into the water was now moving forward at an incredible speed, driven by its super-driven engine.
Naven sat on the ground blankly, staring at the iron wheel moving forward between the sea and the sky.
When the tide blocks it, it breaks through the tide.
When the rain blocks it, it ignites the rain.
If rocks block it, it will crush the rocks.
Wherever it passed, even phenomena were torn apart and destroyed.
The bow of the ship had long been broken, and the steel hull was covered with scratches. No one knew what happened along the way, and even a big hole was cracked on the left side of the hull, exposing the twisted ribs.
Full of ferocity.
In the deep shock, the ship hit the cliff and made a sharp sound.
Immediately afterwards, the searchlight was lit, and the blazing light from the burning mercury was like the eyes of a monster, shining on Naven's position.
In the dazzling light, nothing could be seen clearly, only the sound of footsteps could be heard.
A vague figure walked down from the deck, stepped on the cracked stones and the water on the ground, and finally stopped in front of Naven, looking down.
The sense of crisis that pair of eyes brought to Naven was more terrifying than the dazzling searchlight, which made Naven feel chilled all over, and inexplicable fear radiated from his heart.
At that moment, Naven's body bounced off the ground, his five fingers joined together, and he slashed across the throat of the visitor. The other hand pulled out the dagger from the boot and pulled it out from the bottom up.
The perfect counterattack.
Immediately afterwards, there was a moment of loss of concentration.
It was like being run over head-on by a carriage.
When he came back to his senses, he only felt severe pain all over his body, and he fell to the ground again for some reason. His hands were numb, and the dagger had already fallen out of his hand, fell into the fingers of the person who came, spun around deftly, and was thrown to the ground.
The visitor sighed.
A ring was thrown into Naven's arms.
The ring bears the royal emblem, and a unique code is engraved on the inner layer.
The tentacled texture and the hidden secrets are all correct. Although he is not a musician and cannot read the etheric fluctuations and the codes in the alchemical matrix, there is no doubt about the identity of the visitor.
Naven looked up in astonishment. Under the blazing light, the young man's white hair was like burning metal, sharp and sharp. Then, he heard a voice.
"your name?"
"Navin." He answered truthfully: "Navin Taylor."
"Very good, Naven, calm down."
The visitor reached out, pulled him up from the ground, and patted his shoulder: "Take a breath, and then take my emblem and go find your commander."
He looked at Naven, his dark eyes resembled this lightless ocean:
"-Tell them I'm coming."