"who… "
Grid immediately followed the direction where the figure flashed.
What he didn't realize was that since boarding the cruise ship, his ability as a blood man seemed to be sealed. If he was in his normal state, he would be able to catch up with the other party in an instant.
Now Grid has become like an ordinary human being, and his running speed is almost the same.
But he himself did not realize that there was anything wrong or inconsistent. In Grid's eyes, everything that happened was very "natural", and the bright moon on the sea always made him calm down.
By the time Grid reached the corner, the other party had already run into the cabin, and he could only see the other party's heels.
But this time I could see it more clearly, the white and delicate heels were not wearing shoes but were stepping on the ground.
Was it William's? He wasn't sure, but it felt more like a well-kept aristocrat's.
Keep chasing,
The obsession of "killing William" became stronger under the moonlight and the sound of the waves, and it was even deeply rooted in his mind, forcing him to assume that the mysterious man he was chasing was William.
But every time I chased her to a corner or a staircase, I could only see her "feet".
We followed the car all the way to the bottom cargo hold of the cruise ship, which was filled with large cargoes wrapped in black cloth. There was even a slight stench in the air.
Just when Grid thought he had lost his target, a breath of cold air came from behind him, and before he could react... a sharp fire axe had already fallen.
"Beheading"
The head slipped,
Before his vision completely closed, he only saw a mysterious man in a raincoat dragging his headless body into the shelf nearby, and then he came over and tried to pick up the head.
Grid's consciousness began to blur, and he died again before his head was picked up.
Consciousness flows into the darkness,
When the moonlight came into his eyes again, he suddenly woke up from the boat.
"What the hell is going on... I was attacked from behind by William?"
Grid touched the back of his neck to confirm that it was intact, and the mysterious cruise ship appeared on the sea again.
He chose to board the ship again because he really didn't know where else to go.
This time, Grid did not chase recklessly, but followed the "figure" carefully. Now he was sure that the other party was deliberately luring him to the bottom of the cabin.
No matter how slowly he walked, he could always see the other person's heels deliberately left at the corners and stairs, obviously trying to lead him.
When Grid passed by a metal dining cart, he hid a knife of suitable length in his waistband.
Coming to the cargo hold again,
He was always on guard around him and came to the place where he died last time. This time, the 'mysterious man' did not show up.
After waiting for a long time and making sure that no one was approaching, Grid recalled the scene where the other party stuffed his body into the cargo. Out of curiosity, he pulled away the black cloth covering the large cargo.
"this!"
The scene before him shocked him.
The shelves were filled with corpses lying all over the place, and all of them were his own.
Just as Grid was stunned, the mysterious man stepped quietly and approached behind him, swinging his axe... Maybe he was prepared in advance, or maybe it was an instinctive reaction.
Grid lowered his head suddenly.
Card!
The axe missed its target and instead struck the pile of bodies, trapping him briefly in them due to the force of the blow.
Chance!
Grid pulled out a knife and, relying on his fighting instinct, stabbed it into the temple of the person behind him...
At this moment, a ray of moonlight penetrated in and shone on the mysterious man's face.
The mysterious man with the dinner knife stuck in his body had the same face as Grid, but he looked very old, with madness and unwillingness in his eyes.
With a face full of stubble and residues of expired and moldy food at the corners of his mouth, he seemed to have lived on the ship for a long time.
Even with a knife stuck in his temple, he still stood still and kept muttering in an almost paranoid manner:
"There are only three left, only three left! I can leave as long as I dedicate them to the sea and the moon... Why..."
As soon as the words fell,
Grid slapped the knife so hard that it went completely into his brain.
Looking at 'himself' lying on the ground with his brains spilling out, Grid suddenly realized that he seemed to be trapped in some kind of illusion, trapped in this strange black ocean.
"The last three, leave... What's wrong with me?"
He pulled out the fire axe with all his strength to defend himself, returned to the original position on the deck, and looked out at the boundless dark sea.
Unexpectedly, a wooden boat was approaching in the direction he was looking.
And the person sitting in the boat was himself!
In an instant, his thoughts were strung together, or rather, they were "passively" strung together under the moonlight.
"Could it be that if I kill enough of myself, I can get out of the sea and escape from this illusion? The 'I' just emphasized that there are only three left, which means that I only need to kill the last three to meet the conditions
What should we do for now? If it doesn’t work, we can think of other ways.”
Watching the approaching boat,
Grid made up his mind and immediately ran to the side corridor of the cruise ship, and put on a raincoat hanging in the aisle to cover his face to prevent the other party from recognizing him.
Also choose to take off your shoes to reduce the sound of footsteps.
When he was sure that another self had climbed onto the deck, he would deliberately expose his footsteps for a moment to lure the other person over, and then lead him to the bottom level and behead him.
I don't know how much time has passed,
Each time you kill yourself, it is more difficult than the last time, and it is not necessarily successful.
Covered in blood, 'Grid' finally killed three of his own and stuffed them into the cargo rack. He found the joystick and threw all the cargo into the sea as a so-called 'sacrifice'.
When he returned to the deck again, he could no longer remember which Grid he was. The only thing he knew was that he had done it, fulfilling the 'request' he had heard from somewhere.
The bright moon hanging over the sea was no longer hazy, but gradually became clearer, revealing deep, hollow eyes, a high nose bridge and a creepy smile.
Staring at 'Greedy' Grid, he seemed satisfied with the offering he gave.
Buzz! A single ray of light fell on him, the black sea disappeared, and Grid returned to reality.
Standing in the depths of the dilapidated, ruined official residence - the underground church, and right in the center of the altar, all thoughts, all memories and abilities as a blood man returned to normal.
And on a bench dozens of meters away that was not damaged by the falling rocks,
William, who had a curved horn on half of his head, was looking at him with a smile and even clapping his hands, as if he had just watched a very good show.
Grid's eyes widened. He could not have imagined that even though he had activated the blood suit and absorbed the blood of two of his kind, he would still be caught in the trap and fall into it so deeply.
But he didn't panic. As long as he was not dead, it didn't matter how strange the things happened.
He immediately looked up to check the silver frame, and when he saw that there was "half" of the plague liquid left, he slowly relaxed. He even took out a pure white needle from the treasure room and inserted it between his eyebrows to improve his concentration and reduce the possibility of being affected by the illusion.
Now comes the real battle time.
Before the fight started, he asked curiously, "How did you do it? I was wearing the Golden Eye and the Blood Suit, but I didn't see anything and fell into the illusion. Even if you, William, became the spokesperson of the Moon for a short time, you can't have such an exaggerated ability, right?"
William slowly stood up from the bench and said with a smile:
"Isn't the answer to the problem your own fault? Greed, it's because you were too greedy, even absorbing and draining your own kind, that you ended up like this.
Unbridled greed has completely lost you, Grid.
The two earls who were in charge of guarding the passage not only had problems with their brains, but their organs, nerves, and flesh were all contaminated by the "Dead Sea Moon".
If you sucked it all into your body, wouldn't that mean you'd leave double for the next person? If you don't fall for the illusion, who will
Your realm is higher than mine. I originally didn't consider using illusion to deal with you. Who knew you would be so greedy that you are still thinking about greedily drinking the blood of your own kind at this time.
If someone like you can become the Seventh Marquis... No wonder the Blood People were exterminated."