MTL - Pirate’s Brood Order-Chapter 12 presence in the body

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The next day, Yin.

The sky was gray, like a paper towel polluted with ink. It began to spread from the end of the sea level. Occasionally, the sunlight that struggled through the gaps in the dark clouds fell on the deck as if it was dying.

William looked at the sea and sky, feeling that a new storm was approaching, the oppressive and hazy air was breathed into the lungs, and his expression was gloomy and restless.

No one knows where this dilapidated Via will end its voyage and whether it will be engulfed and capsized in the next storm.

There are some pirates on the deck who are gambling, and he usually participates in it, but at this moment, he is standing alone on the bow, looking down at the cold and vast sea as always, suddenly thinking about his fragmented and unsightly life for the first time, What have you been through.

"This sea once buried the corpses of countless pirates. This is the case now, and it will be the same in the future. It is not so much that the Via sails in the magnificent sea, it is better to say that it has climbed one after another in a sea of ​​corpses and blood."

His gloomy cheeks were reflected in the sea water, and it seemed to be foreshadowing.

"William, what are you looking at here?" In the unpleasant voice like a broken throat, a pirate with the smell of sweat came over, followed William's line of sight to the sea, and found nothing. Then he said, "The mate asked you to come over."

As soon as he entered the door, the eyes of everyone in the room were concentrated. William looked at each other and counted the number of people in his heart. The backbone of the three chief officers, Ganxivir, Shaqiri, and Gucci were all present, and the first officer was sitting in this group of people. In the middle of it, bloodshot eyes looked straight at him.

William's heart suddenly jumped, and sure enough, the next second he heard Lowe's dry voice, with the master's sinister and cunning in his voice.

"William, I need you to spread a message..."

William walked out of the room with a gloomy face and walked all the way to the bottom of the cabin, his silent eyes filled with haze.

The hot and humid smell permeated the cabin, and the pirates, who were naked with thick body hair on their upper bodies, gathered in twos and threes in the corner, scolding hysterically and laughing loudly.

The atmosphere of gambling is like a flu from the upper respiratory tract. The scorching air that is spit out with every breath is like boiling hot water. Pirates have few rationales.

This is what William saw when he came in. He raised his gloomy eyelids and immediately observed one, two, three, or four people who were not "infected by the disease", and they were lying on the bed very prominently. , did not suffer from the noise and was in a drowsiness.

There were two positions close to the middle cabin and two close to the door. William frowned. He noticed that one of the positions closest to the door happened to be Yaerlin.

His pupils shrunk, and the lines on his eyes closely outline the hidden killing intent. He quietly observed Yaerlin, who was lying on his back on the bed, his eyebrows closed, and there seemed to be some rosy cheeks on his calm and pale cheeks. color.

His attention was all on Yarlin, so that he didn't realize the unusualness of the other three sleepers.

After all, who would doubt that the person lying around the pillow is a living person?

Yaerlin, who was sleeping soundly, didn't notice William's peeping eyes. His consciousness was immersed in the deepest part of his mind, let's call it his mind. After all, he wasn't very sure about the strange life of Astur Bader. Where does the body reside in his body?

The left hand is just the external form of Astur, a form of expression in a narrow sense, but God knows that Astur is difficult to define the concept of its existence in a broad sense.

The mind or soul, or a certain coexisting cell, or a reconstructed structural tissue or organ in a certain body, Yaerlin sometimes is glad that there is no X-ray and CT fluoroscopy equipment on this broken ship. Otherwise, he would definitely be unable to resist watching the real situation inside his body.

That scene, I'm afraid it won't be too wonderful!

Closer to home, Yaerlin's consciousness at the moment peeped through a dark, desolate, dark, deep, dark, silence as if there was a huge and small shadow rooted in it, saying that it was small because it came from the volume and shape of the geometric meaning alone. By definition, it is no more than a slap at best; it is said that it is huge because of the inexplicable shock to the senses. It feels like facing the singularity at the very beginning of the universe, the kind of fear that comes from the instinct of life.

It's like, you don't think a meteorite that falls to the ground is small, because it once lived in the vastness of the sky, and it is unimaginable in the unobserved place; just like you can't despise a nuclear bomb even if it is pocket-sized, because it It can create a vast sea of ​​corpses and blood.

It was an unusually contradictory feeling, so much that Yaerlin felt that it was not respectful to call him "it", and he could only choose "he", and now, he and himself coexisted as one.

The shadow blocks all the light. More precisely, he is the shadow itself. It is a vague outline, like a seed full of tentacles. Countless black lines wriggle and sway. Yaerlin can clearly perceive that there are six black lines. unusual.

Four of them penetrate the space and extend into the darkness of nothingness; there is also a black silk wiggling and waving end to end, connecting and weaving into an oval ball bag, which looks like a blood bag for infusion, UU reading www.uukanshu.com and It was like the blastoderm that gave birth to life; the last one turned into a straight black line, penetrating directly into a human-shaped phantom.

"That phantom is mapping me, and the different black lines are just one by one contrasting with Astu Vile's three abilities—transform, devour, and absorb."

Yaerlin was thoughtful, and several fragments of images flashed in his mind.

The first fragment: The corpse with its broken neck stood up from the ground again, and did the same for the night. To the end, behind him and Bill stood side by side with four stiff and pale "living corpses".

The second fragment: A woman's warm corpse was swallowed up by his left hand, and countless black threads overflowed, and not even the scum was left.

The third fragment: a stiff pirate in the stern of the ship under the dark night, the flesh of the whole body becomes old and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a mummified corpse that has been drained of blood and moisture, and then pushed into the seabed by a black palm.

The first and third clips are naturally the results of Yaerlin last night, which were slightly different from the number of people originally planned. It doesn't matter, but the efficiency is quite high.

"Astu bader, here I come!" Yaerlin called in his heart.

In the next instant, the low reverberating sound shook, and Yaerlin saw a vertical line suddenly split in the middle of the shadowy black seed, revealing a pair of pitch-black vertical pupils, and stared at each other with deep and strange eyes.

"Draining a person and turning it into nutrients to absorb. The feeling of sucking and growing is like the never-ending evolution of life, and every cell is irresistibly intoxicated and sinking." Yaerlin breathed greedily. The expression, "Oh, this is the first time I've taken life, please forgive me for expressing my emotions.