The aura emanating from the leader makes people feel fear and hatred at the same time.
That is a highly alienated body after abandoning its human identity.
The leader's real name was Jan Hus.
A thinker, philosopher and reformer originally from Jaco, he was born in Jaco in 1371. He served the Society of the Holy Light all his life, but because he denied the authority of the Pope and opposed the circulation of indulgences, he was regarded as a heretic and sentenced to be burned at the stake in 1415.
Before the execution, a civilian group approached the desperate Hus.
One of the men, who looked similar but had a mysterious identity, took the initiative to replace Hus's identity and took the blame for him.
Hus, who survived, was filled with resentment and decided to follow these people and leave this land that disappointed him.
A war broke out in the country of Jakob, which was later called the Hussite War.
People believed that Huss's crime did not deserve death, so they gathered together many times and attacked the imperial army's defenses.
Although these people were eventually suppressed by the Holy Roman Empire, they succeeded in shaking the prestige of the Church of the Holy Light in society and weakening the influence of the church.
They set off in a carriage all the way west to Portugal, and finally boarded a long-pole sailing ship arranged by a mysterious gang.
The moment he boarded the ship, Hus looked back at the land that made him sad, shook his head and said his final farewell in silence.
The voyage across the North Atlantic was not all smooth sailing. They experienced storms that seemed like the coming of a god, scorching sun due to lack of water, and encountered underwater whirlpools that harboured potential dangers.
Many members of the small group died on the journey westward. In the end, only five or six people were left on the boat to keep the sailboat running, and the others had unfortunately died.
There was little water and food left on the ship. In that terrible storm, the dry food in their food warehouse was soaked and had begun to stink under the scorching sun.
The crew on the ship were already starving, their eyes filled with desire for food and water.
It was another day of sailing on the sea. One of the crew members looked dazed and jumped from the boat into the sea as if he was possessed.
The group of sharks not far away seemed to sense the breath of death spreading on the ship, and had been waiting in the sea for a delicious meal that would be delivered to their doorstep.
Huss, holding onto the wooden railing on the side of the boat, saw the crew member jump into the water with a splash.
Then there was no figure, except for the scarlet that slowly spread from the water and the hood on the sailor's head.
The triangular dorsal fins revealed their murderous intent on the water surface, waiting for the next lamb to suffer a mental breakdown.
Hus clasped his hands together and offered a final prayer for the sailor who could not hold on.
The sailing on the sea was boring day after day, but one day they seemed to see hope.
That is the small black dot that appears on the sea level, symbolizing the small black dot of land.
The presence of land might mean water and food, and even give these exhausted and on the verge of collapse sailors a chance to rest and recuperate.
Although it was not recorded on the nautical chart, they adjusted their sailing direction and headed towards the island.
The sailboat slowly approached the island, and Hus saw the scenery on the island through the monocular telescope he carried with him.
The column of smoke rising slowly in the sky indicated that there should be signs of human activity on the island, and this news made the people on the boat cheer.
"I crave beer! Music! And women!"
"I want food! Lots of food!"
"Dream on! I want them all! They're all mine!"
The crew members were discussing excitedly, but Huss seemed to sense a hint of uneasiness.
He seemed to vaguely sense that there was a huge dark shadow covering the island, as if it was being watched by the devil, no, even by Satan.
But he couldn't ask everyone to change direction because of this unreasonable intuition. The people on the ship had already despaired of life on the ship, and the supplies on the ship were not enough for them to turn around and continue along the original route.
The sailboat successfully landed on this mysterious island on the beach.
The soft white sand on the beach, the waves gently lapping against the shore, and the coconut trees full of fruits make people feel relaxed and happy.
This is the first good news since setting foot on this island.
On this small island, natural resources are readily available.
The crew first picked up firewood and then used flint to light a bonfire.
There are many fat fish swimming in the clear sea water, seemingly chasing each other in the water carefree.
The crew caught several fish using the harpoons on board, removed the entrails and grilled them.
Sprinkle some sea salt on it and it will be a rare delicacy.
As the waves wash over, many brightly colored shells emerge from under the sand. Combined with coconut juice, they create a pot of sweet thick soup.
Although there was no wine to accompany them, the crew members still happily sang and danced around the campfire to celebrate their good fortune in obtaining supplies.
Huss also took a coconut and drank from it. During the days of sailing, fresh water was so precious.
I can only drink one sip a day, and my lips have long been cracked and peeling due to lack of water.
The sweet coconut juice moistened his dry throat, and the hint of sweetness slid down the tip of his tongue, making Hus sigh.
“It turns out it’s great to be alive.”
Hus thought.
But he didn't understand why someone would die for him.
He had thought about this question for a long time on the boat, but the man would not allow Hus to refuse.
There was a fanatical fire in the man's eyes at that time, and he seemed to be doing something very great.
Huss shook his head and stopped thinking about the question.
The crew kindly handed Huss a grilled fish and served him a bowl of coconut clam soup.
While they were enjoying their meal, many pairs of eyes in the jungle were staring at the strangers who had broken in.
Through eye contact, one of them took out the bow and arrow on his back and shot an arrow at Hus and others not far away.
A long arrow cut from wood pierced straight into the soft sand, splashing a lot of sand onto the crew members.
The defenseless crew members instinctively avoided the attack launched from the shadows after hearing the sound of the arrow breaking through the air.
A dark-skinned, tall and thin man wearing a primitive leather coat walked out of the dense forest.
He was barefoot, had tattoos painted in white paint, and had several brightly colored feathers on his head.
Looking at these outsiders with eyes as sharp as an eagle's, he stretched out his right hand holding the longbow and pulled the bowstring made of animal tendons in the air.
A vacant cry echoed in the air. After the crew members reacted, they shouted "enemy attack" and turned to look at the man with a warning look.
As they disembarked in such a hurry, the crew members' weapons were left on the ship and they were unarmed at this time.
They could only hold the harpoons used for fishing, put on a fierce look, and confront the man.
The man mumbled something incomprehensible to the sailors who had come to the island, but Huss vaguely thought it was the lost Sikur language.
The crew members were clamoring without knowing what was good for them. They were already living in a depressed mood and now they were longing for a channel to vent.
The representatives of the indigenous people on the island shook their heads when they found that their language was incomprehensible to that of the white people.
He drew a line on the beach with his longbow, then pulled a long arrow from the hollowed-out wooden quiver at his waist and stuck it into the ground.
He glanced meaningfully at the restless crowd, left a strong back view to the crowd, and then slowly walked back into the depths of the jungle.
One or two of the crew members shouted and tried to catch up with the native inhabitant, but were persuaded by Huss.
"Calm down, if you rush into someone else's territory you will only fall into a trap!"
When the crew realized that Huss's words made sense, they stopped being restless and continued to eat their meal.
Since coming to this island, the uneasiness deep in his heart has become more and more intense, and the appearance of the thin man seemed to send a message of goodwill to Hus.
"Hurry up and leave!"
Hus didn't know how to express this problem to the crew, but when he heard that the crew had confirmed that they would set sail tomorrow morning, Hus felt relieved.
The sun slowly set, and the originally warm temperature on the beach suddenly dropped and became a little cold.
The biting wind blew on the crew's bodies, and they couldn't help but pull their clothes tighter and warm themselves by the campfire.
They had collected a lot of coconuts during the day and even found a lot of game.
The most surprising thing was a fat wild boar. The dried pork of this wild boar was enough to save them a lot of worries on their journey.
The weather in this area of the sea is very calm, completely different from the madness in the Atlantic.
At night, you can see the shining stars and the bright moon in the sky.
Hus felt something was wrong. He didn't know when the group of sharks following their boat disappeared.
"Maybe the sharks just can't get to the diving area."
Hus comforted himself in this way.
Under the moonlight, some areas on the island reflected an evil white light.
Huss took a look through his telescope and found that they were huge stone tablets.
However, the words engraved on the stone tablet cannot be seen clearly through the telescope.
Hus scanned the surrounding environment with a telescope and found that there was such a stone tablet placed approximately every hundred meters.
There is a huge altar in the central area of the island. The indigenous people are dancing beside the altar and chanting articles with strange pronunciations.
An old man in his eighties, with his upper body naked and covered in white tattoos, was waving a cane with a skull on top at the altar.
The entire cane seemed to be made of bone, and the end was polished to be extremely sharp, like a bone knife.
A young girl in her prime had her eyes wide open, revealing a pitiful expression, with her hands tied behind her back.
Her body was naked, but covered with paint.
People placed the girl in the center of the altar, and the old man who seemed to be presiding over the sacrificial ceremony walked up to the girl, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the girl's forehead.
Hus thought it was a ritual of coming of age, so he didn't take it too seriously. He put down his monocular telescope and rubbed his eyes.
Huss had not had a good rest during those days at sea, so he couldn't help yawning and slowly fell asleep leaning against the campfire.
The other crew members had already fallen asleep. They were the ones doing the heavy work and they were no longer physically fit. They were now snoring loudly and dreaming sweet dreams.
The indigenous people's sacrifice was still going on, and if Hus saw the old man's next action, he would be very frightened.
Tears fell from the old man's eyes. He leaned over to the girl's ear and said something in ancient language:
"For the sake of the tribe's reproduction, I have no choice but to sacrifice you."
The girl blinked and smiled at what was about to happen to her.
Huss did not see the strange-looking statue behind the old man through the monocular telescope.
This clay statue sits on a large stele with the following inscription:
"On a full moon night, offering the blood of a young girl will keep the dark creatures at bay."
Behind the monument, there are three murals painted with blood.
The remaining blank will be filled tonight.
This is a revelation from God.
This tribe does not know who the god they worship is, or what power he has, but every hundred years, the god will issue revelations through special souls.
Tonight is the night of sacrifice.
The old man stabbed the girl's chest with the sharp knife on the end of his cane, but the stab was not deep.
Drops of blood oozed from the girl's skin, and then automatically flew into the air, condensed behind the rock monument, and slowly became the frame of a mural.
A dark fog suddenly appeared from the sea and slowly gathered around the island.
Hus, who had just fallen asleep, suddenly felt a chill, as if a demon was whispering in his ear.
He woke up from his sleep with a start.
He opened his eyes and saw the black fog gathering on the coast.
At this time, the sailboat docked on the coast had gradually been shrouded by black fog, with only the front half of the sailboat still illuminated by the moonlight.
Huss sensed something was wrong and immediately shouted to wake up the crew members around him.
After waking up, two crew members rushed to the sailboat and tried to get weapons on board to deal with unknown dangers.
By the time they took out their weapons from the cabin, the black fog had quietly engulfed the entire sailboat.
They couldn't see their hands in front of them in the black fog, and could only rely on their memory to jump off the boat and run back to the beach.
This nameless black fog seemed to contain impurities, and the two crew members found it difficult to breathe.
Every breath was burning, more uncomfortable than accidentally swallowing the cigarette you inhaled.
They felt a pressure on their lungs and their movements slowed down.
Suddenly, one of the crew members' right foot was trapped by something wet but soft.
It was a long tongue with barbs, which suddenly lifted him from the ground into the air.
The other crew member could only hear his futile screams, followed by a few chewing and swallowing sounds coming from the black fog.
"Bone rolling."
A skull covered with smelly mucus spit out from the dark creature's mouth and rolled to the feet of another crew member.
The crew member screamed madly, with anger and madness in his eyes.
“My brother!!”
He wielded the long knife he took from the cabin, a long knife passed down from his ancestors that could easily chop through the hard poplar wood.
But the blow of the long knife hit the flexible long tongue and splashed a few sparks.
The tiger's mouth was cracked by the powerful recoil, and then the crew's ancestral long sword broke.
The long sword broke into pieces and fell to the ground, instantly extinguishing the crew member's anger. Only then did he realize that there was a monster in the black fog.