Chapter 198 Dream at Sea

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"On April 22, we are ready to enter there and explore the abyss."

"On April 23, we walked along the pitch-black ocean, through the liquid mist, and arrived at the mountain that looked like a monster. Behind it was an endless black mist, which seemed to cover a continent."

"But if I look at the bottom of the mountain, I feel that there is no end and no limit. I joked that if I jumped off a cliff and committed suicide here, I might never fall to the ground, but I will always fall."

The next day, a new Monday, a new tarot meeting.

Before reading this week's three-page Rossell diary, Klein was confident that he had seen uniqueness, and that he had seen a level 0 seal or even the true god himself would not be scared by anything, but it turned out that he was wrong.

This time the diary was actually connected with the previous "I saw the abyss"!

Seeing this, Klein almost raised his eyebrows. He couldn't believe that after seeing the abyss, Rossell dared to organize his own knights and sailors to explore the border area.

"Aren't he afraid of death? Rumors that would corrupt everything and cause all living beings to fall! Rossell at this stage must have not reached Sequence 4, not Demigod, at most Sequence 5, and maybe not... If it were me, I would have turned the bow immediately and reported to the church..." At this moment, Klein once again deeply realized how huge the difference between himself and Rossell was.

In addition, Rossel's description of the boundary of the "Abyss" reminds Klein of the mysterious stone door in the Amon Mausoleum. It presents a similar picture after the "doll" of the Archbishop of Steam and Mechanical Church.

I don't know what Rossell would find there...at least he didn't die because of this exploration, and he still lived a wonderful life later... Klein's eyes moved down and read the rest of the diary on this page:

“On April 24th, we went down the peak and tried to go deeper.

"The thick black fog is cold and smooth, as if it can soak in flesh and soul. Haha, fortunately, some items on the Black Throne can effectively resist this corrosion, otherwise I doubt that my Apocalypse Knights and I will become members of the Flange Dance Company."

“It’s quiet and we found nothing.”

"On April 25, we saw the demons, but they were all decayed corpses."

"Behind the rugged black rocks, under the mud of the road, there are different demon corpses in every normal or unimaginable place.

"They seemed to have encountered the same death at the same moment."

"Unbelievable, I saw the plant in the abyss. Before I got closer, I didn't expect it to be a dead tree. After all, there was a hole in its trunk like an eye socket. At first I thought it was targeted by something. This plant that used to be a tree was not active, grew from a considerable demon's corpse, and the surface was covered with blood."

"It's strange, I think it's the wreckage of a tree, but my knights insisted that it was a monster, and their firm look made me almost doubt that something was wrong with my eyes and cognition."

“On April 26, there will be either corpses or silence, and there will never be an end ahead.

“Those items on the Black Throne are beginning to show signs of corrosion.

"I have rarely felt scared in recent years, but here, that unknown fear is like an invisible hand, tightly holding my heart.

"Must leave! Must return! Can't stay any longer!"

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The eighth day of entering the sea of ​​gods.

It was about the eighth day, because the clock had already stopped, and I could only rely on my own intuition and biological clock to judge the passage of time.

"Accusing death" sailed quietly, and the deck was extremely quiet. Several disasters and distress consumed the extraordinary people and ordinary people below the 7th sequence on the ship, making Agaritu begin to worry about the problem of building materials.

There are eight remaining adventurers, and more than twenty crew members who can "take death" are there. The ship that can accommodate 100 to 130 people is now very spacious, spacious enough for a hunter named Anderson to play a palace badminton with Gilsyace on the deck.

"Captain!" Gilsyace seized every opportunity to try to shake Agaritu's dominance, "Do you want to allow these prisoners to walk around, entertain, or even despise your majesty on the respected 'death'?"

“…” Agaritu said, “No, that’s great.”

"Enjoy more to exercise your muscles and make your flesh more firm and delicious, so it is more chewy when dedicating to "kill the death"." He patted the second pair of his shoulders and encouraged perfunctorily, "Come on, try to integrate yourself with "kill the death" as soon as possible."

Perhaps because of these words, the rumor that "those who lose playing ball will sacrifice to the 'revenge of death'" spread among the crew, which once set off a competitive trend on the ship. However, where there are extraordinary people, there will be small groups, and even if more than half of the remaining people die, they will not unite to fight to survive. Before the competition began, black whistles and malicious competition appeared. Agaritu was so annoyed by frequent complaints and gang formations that he could not be so dazed, so he had to sacrifice two small group leaders who he admired the most to prove that this was indeed a rumor.

——Anyway, He has already had the opportunity to enter the land of God’s abandonment, so what’s wrong with me?

...

After ending today's free chores activities, Anderson Hood, who is temporarily captive and slave, stretched in the noon sun. Although it should be one o'clock in the morning and the sun seems to be getting better and better, he still feels very comfortable and comfortable, who has always had the same ability to accept and psychological quality as his ability to accept.

He was going to find a place to avoid light on the boat to take a nap. After all, there were dangers that he had to sleep everywhere in this sea area and could avoid it by dreaming. Maybe he would suddenly encounter it at any time.

"Oh, isn't this Lao Sa?"

Walking out of the cabin, Anderson greeted someone next to him with great enthusiasm: "You ended very early today, too?"

The answer was a breath of breathing and air conditioning sound. The extraordinary person, who was tightly clamped by the rope of the winch, had his eyes rolled up, and one hand trembled in the direction of Anderson, and his limbs kept twitching.

"Old Sa, you are really unlucky. You want to have a midnight snack when you get to the death."

"Oh, I'm just an ordinary little hunter. How can I save you from the great 'saying death'? All I can do is leave quickly, or I'll be buried with you..."

Anderson sighed, but did not move a step under his feet, but instead looked at the extraordinary person opposite him with a malicious smile.

The Extraordinary was really about to suffocate to death, but he happened to be a sailor. With his throat stuck, he forced himself to hold on with his breathing ability until now. Seeing that Anderson wanted to see him not help, the sailor, whose face was red and purple, had reached a violently trembling hand into his arms, and trembled out a silver-white but rusty chain.

"Oh, how can you be so embarrassed!"

Seeing this, Anderson's smile was a little sincere. He wiped the sweat from his head, pulled the collar, reached out to grab it, took the rusty chain and pocket watch, opened it happily, looked at the scale numbers inlaid with diamonds, and then walked out:

"The captain said that we cherish the materials and can use them in the future. Maybe he is willing to let you go, so I will talk to him, "You wait a moment, you must hold on!"

The sailors who were strangled began to foam and nodded in the ropes with difficulty.

Anderson walked a few quick steps, feeling sweating profusely, as if he was getting hotter and hotter.

He walked a few more steps and felt the air in front of him twisted a little. The sun seemed to be above his head, and there was no shadow around him. I wonder if it was his illusion, but "death" seemed to be in black air.

"It's really a hell, why are you like this..." Anderson wiped his sweat again, his back was already wet. He suddenly understood,

He hurriedly lowered his head, enduring the burning burning of the back of his neck and back. For a few seconds, he suspected that he had already started to burn. After twenty seconds, the sky suddenly darkened and the sun disappeared. Anderson waited for a few seconds before he raised his head again, and vaguely saw a spot of light disappearing in the distant horizon, and near the spot was daylight.

Anderson touched the scorching top of his head with lingering fear, turned his head to look at the direction of the winch.

The rope was burned and the ground was bent softly on the floor. The captured sailors had disappeared, and there was a piece of black oil on the ground and on the winch. They were exactly like a person.

"Oh, poor Old Sa, may he gain peace in the kingdom of the Lord of the Storm." Anderson said to himself, and then smiled happily, "I will accept your relics for you. Don't worry, I will definitely keep them."

He waited in place for a while, and a blue crystal gradually appeared beside the black stain of human nature, in which it seemed as if crystal liquid was slowly flowing, like a calm sea.

Anderson picked up the extraordinary characteristics that were precipitated, shook his head and tsk a few times, ran to the deck quickly, holding in his hands to Agaritu, who was looking at the stars in the sky.

The hunter felt a pity in his heart - it seemed that the captain must have bowed his head to avoid the sun just now.

At the same time, after many days of careful observation and exploration, he found that the "King of Immortality" was in line with the cold blood of the rumors, but also a person with a desire to communicate. Therefore, Anderson, with his identity as a sea adventurer, racked his brains to use some extraordinary events he had personally experienced during sea adventures and his rich experiences in the Sea of ​​God's War.

"What are you looking at?" Anderson spoke boldly.

Agaritu was interrupted by thinking - he was calculating, looking down from the high sky, where should he and "death" be in now, and how far is it from the coastline of the land of God's abandonment - Anderson's act of daring to talk to him on his own initiative made him believe more that he was a kind, democratic, and enlightened captain, so that even spare building materials could exert subjective initiative and choose his own cause of death.

Anderson keenly realized that it seemed that the time was not right for him to speak, and quickly said:

"Dear Captain, in my experience, we are about to enter a dark sea."

Agaritu delayed Anderson's death in his heart until after saying these words, he reluctantly turned his head and looked at Anderson, and the extraordinary characteristics of the "Wind Fellow" in his hands.

"Speak."

Anderson Hood knew that he had a high probability of walking around in front of the door of life and death, and felt that his shirt, which had not yet been dry, was soaked again. But he raised the corners of his mouth, controlled his emotions, and said in a confident and confident tone:

"Many seas in the ruins of the God War have mysterious dreams, and the rapid switching between night and daytime is a precursor to entering these seas, because dreams are shrouded in darkness and must be avoided by sleep."

Dreams... The power of the night, the secret... Agari spoke in a concise way: "If you don't sleep, you will disappear from now on?"

"Yes."

The Hunter wanted to compliment "You are so smart", but the words that came to his mouth were all wrong, and they were full of sarcastic smell. In the end, he chose to shut up.

Agaritu opened the treasure map he visited and took a look.

"Your route is also marked with this sea area and dreams," he said. "After passing here, we will soon arrive at the island where you are looking for, the treasure buried."

Uh... Are you really interested in this treasure map that doesn't know the true or false? Anderson couldn't figure out the meaning of the demon, but guessed that his death date with the crew might be getting closer, and he felt sweat in his palms. Then, these sweats instantly evaporated into water vapor by the hunter's high body temperature. Anderson pretended to be calm and smiled:

"I heard that it is a ruin with a treasure buried, and it is related to the legendary "God's Abandoned Land" Eastern Continent."

No, this is a very high probability that it is a pilgrimage. It is not a treasure ruin, but an archaeology... Along the way, many sea ruins were built according to the size of humans. Each floor has no height of thirty centimeters. It is probably the platform used for rest and the occasional ships that appear in human form, and there are also vague cross marks. No matter how good it is, they are elves of similar sizes.

The language traces carved on the pillars include the prototypes of the ancient giant language and the ancient dragon language. In ancient times, this route should have been a safe route for the outside world to go to the Eastern Continent - the human kingdom of the ancient sun god. It was because of the divine war and was full of danger...

If you walk along this route, you will most likely encounter the stops of ancient humans.

Those cultural relics, ancient records or murals, and metal objects that may be left as signposts are indeed treasures.

Agaritu sorted out his experiences along the way into a compressed package in his heart and sent them to Edward through the inside line.

Seeing that he was ignored, Anderson did not dare to continue talking, racking his brains to think about any information that could be used to buy his life.

At this time, the light was completely gone in the sky and was completely shrouded in the rich darkness.

Within a few words, the sky of the Sea of ​​Divine War completed the change from noon to midnight. This change was so fast and abrupt that the pirates who came here for the first time were still shouting to light the fire.

"Go down." The pirate captain waved, "Get through this sea."

Anderson was as amnesty as he immediately placed the Fengjunzhe character on the square table next to the captain, and then jumped and walked to a flat and tidy place on the deck. He wrapped his coat tightly, leaned against the wooden barrel, and closed his eyes comfortably.

A few seconds later, the filthy word "sleeping" sounded in everyone's ears, and the sound of falling to the ground kept coming.

Soon, even the "death" who could not dream, restrained his spirituality and slowed down to move towards the east.

Agaritu also closed his eyes, letting the spirit and thinking silence together, simulating the feeling of "sleep". In a mess, after a while, he suddenly woke up and found himself lying flat on the ground, with a dim sunset sky above.

Is this the content of the dream?
To be continued...