The evil god did not respond to Pearson.
The desperate father watched his child being swept away by the darkness.
The feeling of being heartbroken but unable to do anything was even more painful than the wound he had cut himself in the abdomen.
The blood could not stop flowing, dripping onto the altar, forming a mysterious pattern.
The flesh and blood on Pearson's body automatically peeled off from him and attached to the bone tower.
From the flesh and blood of one person, it squirmed, multiplied itself, and covered the entire bone tower.
Fresh flesh and blood temporarily liberated the tortured soul in the bone tower.
Although they are in pain and weak, they hate the existence of this darkness!
Pearson's final will merged with the soul of the Bone Tower, and from now on there will be no more Pearson.
Pearson's last will was to defeat the monster in the darkness and rescue the child!
The bone tower twisted into a spear and suddenly stabbed at the dark green tongue. The tongue let go of Mills because of the pain.
Mills fell from the air to the ground and did not react for a long time.
At this time, the Bone Tower and the Long Tongue were fighting.
No, now the Bone Tower should be called the Tower of Flesh and Blood, which is more appropriate.
The flesh on the tower split open with sharp teeth and bit towards the monster in the darkness.
Although this dark fog can cause a lot of damage to the flesh and blood attached to the bone tower,
But the will in the flesh and blood is stronger.
This is a battle between monsters and monsters.
It has gone beyond the scope of ordinary human understanding, and science can no longer explain such existence.
The monster in the dark had one claw torn off by the bloody mouth of flesh that extended from the bone tower, and it emerged from the black fog.
The torn claw was covered with fish scales.
There are also frog-web-like flesh membrane structures in the claws, and dorsal spines like those of a grouper grow at the joints.
Accompanied by a fishy smell of the ocean, light blue blood flowed out from the broken claw, corroding the bricks and stones on the ground.
The monster had a head that looked like a fish's head, and its body was covered with scales and had some green algae hanging on it;
It is tall and hideous, with webbed limbs, as well as surprisingly wide lips and sharp, messy shark teeth.
The bulging eyes were not blocked by eyelids, and their look was dull yet extremely ferocious.
It fiercely hit the middle of the bone tower with its intact claw.
Although the bone tower adjusted a large amount of flesh and blood to block the sharp claw attack, the impact force was still not completely blocked.
Click.
The bone tower broke in the middle, and the flesh and blood lost their carriers and fell from the tower one after another, like falling cherry blossoms.
Before the pieces of meat hit the ground, they turned into bloody smoke and drifted in the air.
The powerful suction force behind the stone tablet once again sucked in all the escaped souls.
I wonder if the next group of people arriving on this deserted island will have the same fate.
The fish-headed monster picked up the fallen claw and put it back to its original position.
The fascia between the flesh and blood grew automatically, followed by the skin and scales, and soon the monster had returned to its original appearance.
It emitted a high-pitched sound, as if mocking the bone tower, and then disappeared into the darkness.
The broken bone tower has lost the power to repair itself, and the core soul that controls the bone tower has been completely sealed again.
The originally towering bone tower broke into two pieces and fell to the ground, shattering into gray bone powder.
There were traces of life on this deserted island.
Later generations may only be able to find evidence of their existence in the dilapidated ruins of the village.
It hurts! It hurts!
The severe pain woke Mills from unconsciousness after his back was scratched by the barbs on his tongue.
There was a burning sensation on my back.
Every tiny movement required the movement of muscles, which made Mills even more painful.
At the same time, it also speeds up the flow of blood out of the body.
Although it is unknown whether those barbs are poisonous, stopping the bleeding and cleaning the wound are the only important things that need to be done at present.
Otherwise the lives of the crew members and the father’s sacrifice will be in vain.
Only by surviving can we have the chance to tell the world everything that happened on the deserted island.
The sun is just beginning to shine, and the warm sunlight shines on every inch of the earth.
Mills struggled to get up from the ground and looked back at the altar.
That was where my father sacrificed his soul and flesh to the evil statue in his final attempt to save himself.
Overnight, Mills shed his childish thoughts. Only by growing up could he face all the sufferings that followed alone.
Mills staggered toward the lifeboat, the thorns on the road cutting his trouser legs and tearing his clothes.
But these injuries were nothing like the wounds on his back.
The bonfire on the coast was still burning. Mills bit his clothes and sprinkled disinfectant on his back.
At the moment when the medicine came into contact with the bloody wounds, Mills bit the simple ball of clothes in his mouth tightly.
Tears streamed from my eyes in pain, but the bleeding still didn't stop.
He was the only living person on the island.
Mills clearly understood this.
All the fleeing and fainting crew members were eaten by the fish-headed monster.
Including the first mate who has a deep understanding of ancient literature.
The first mate's knowledge was of no use in this desert island expedition.
Instead, Captain Pearson's experience analysis revealed part of the truth.
Mills knew that he couldn't suture the wound on his back by himself, so he had to take extreme measures to save himself.
He looked firmly at the bonfire that was still burning, and resolutely pressed it down with his back;
He died of extensive burns and bleeding. It was obvious that Mills chose to be burned without hesitation.
The high temperature of the flames mercilessly burned the skin and muscles on the back.
Some tiny grains of sand were embedded into the wound along with the flames, causing deeper pain.
"Oh my god, my meat actually smells pretty good..."
Mills comforted himself in this way.
He left the burning flames and poured the sailors' liquor on his back to disinfect it again.
Mills was exhausted at this time. After completing all this, he fell face down on the beach with a bang.
A few days later,
Mills, wrapped in crudely bandaged gauze, walked alone in the dense forest, slowly heading towards the altar.
Looking at the terrible altar from afar,
Evil statues, and huge marks,
Mills knelt on one knee without saying a word and bowed using the aristocratic etiquette taught by his father.
This tribute was not to the ruthless evil god, but to the father who gave up his life for him.
When my father encountered the remains of other archaeologists and adventurers during the archaeological excavation, he told Mills,
“The dead are gone, and people should always remember the contributions made by those pioneers;
What the pioneers leave behind for people is hope, spark and experience.
People in the world may think that they are just foolish pioneers,
But in fact they are heroes with great wisdom,
First of all, it unveiled the mystery and gave future generations time and opportunity to do something meaningful.
We should pay tribute to and remember them with the highest etiquette.”