Dark green light that was so thick that it seemed to be solid filled the passage.
Going in the opposite direction of the rushing stream of insects, he entered the belly of the black swallow through the familiar hole. The environment inside the spacecraft is completely different from the ice abyss outside. The oxygen and temperature are close to the living conditions of ordinary people.
And for some reason, it's very humid here.
Water was seeping everywhere on the floor, walls, and overhead, as far as the eye could see. A damp feeling filled the air, as if a cold drizzle had just fallen inside the ship. The entire passage slowly rotted away in the rain, breeding gray fungi and insects.
This association made him feel happy.
That can't even be described as "happy". Thinking of what he was going to do next, his heartbeat was beating fast. Even first love did not have such exciting joy.
With impatience, he continued to move forward. The whole thing is going smoothly now, because he is already familiar with the structure of the ship, so the next steps will be easy.
The deeper he went, the more bizarre and beautiful the scenes he saw became. The originally neat and smooth alloy structure became mottled and soft, and deformed sharp bones emerged from the ruins. The ground was also uneven, with violently pulsing blood vessels and organs packed under the soft metal.
He casually stepped on one of the sarcoids and saw black blood and larvae flowing out of it, joining the long line of swarms of insects. The sight made him burst out laughing, and then he continued to wander around selflessly, as if he was admiring the garden carefully created by his friend.
On the way to the bridge room, he remembered something.
"……Almost forgot."
He shrugged and broke off a sharp bone from the wall next to him. The rough shape is not very handy, but it is enough for use.
After preparing everything, he stopped playing around and followed the insect flow straight to the bridge room.
It was still a circular hall with a familiar layout, but it was filled with rotten water from the entrance to the center. The floor that originally simulated the starry sky was covered with insect eggs. Superfluous decorations and furnishings are naturally gone.
In the center of this room, which is like the "womb" of a swarm of insects, there is only one "creature" suspended by iron hooks and chains. It had sickly dark white skin like a rot fungus, a shriveled head that was half human and half owl, twelve soft, boneless tentacles, and a long wet flesh tail that coiled around the entire hall several times.
No existing creature can describe it. If I had to use a metaphor, Luo Binhan felt that it was like an ancient amoeba specimen nailed in an iron box.
Yes, it is more appropriate to call it a "specimen". The creature's head, body, hands, and tail were firmly fixed in place by iron hooks and spikes, and could not move at all. The open abdominal cavity was empty, with only a few gray worms moving through the rotten flesh.
Luo Binhan stepped forward and put his foot on its tail. Then the creature slowly opened its eyes, revealing two hollows filled with gray worms.
"Ah," it said, "look who's here."
There are more than a dozen voices of different levels in its throat at the same time, speaking the same words in their own tone. The chaotic voices could not distinguish between men, women, old and young, but they were extremely beautiful to the ears.
Luo Binhan crushed a small section of its tail with his toes, then turned back and smiled at it.
"This is a great place for you," he said.
The opponent slowly wriggled its tentacle-like arms. But the twelve boneless strange arms had been penetrated by rusty nails to the ground, and could only undulate gently like gentle waves on the surface of a lake.
"You have stepped into the deep water." The creature murmured slowly to him, "New King, God King, Mad King... Double stars adorn the top of his crown, and murder paved the foundation of his throne. Five handles The sword has witnessed five crimes - and you, you are just a bead adorning the hilt of the sword. The red king is on the road, the black king is still trapped in the coffin, the outcome is clear, and you and I are both dirt."
"You don't understand anything." Luo Binhan said.
The creature raised its head scornfully, as if chuckling disapprovingly. So Luo Binhan stepped forward and patted its cheek gently.
"The era of lurking in the abyss has passed." He said, "You can no longer hear the roar of the world, and you have lost the respect of the royal family. Now your lips, tongue, ears and eyes are useless - but there is no need to leave them to Fen Chen. Pets. Farewell, prisoners of Filankel."
He raised the sharp bone he grabbed, pierced it through the creature's eye hole, and penetrated deeply into the brain. Its intertwined and mixed voices began to howl, and the timbre was mesmerizing.
A joyful laugh burst from his mouth.
He drifted in a trance in the joy of madness, losing his perception of the outside world, until a hot force threw him away. The dim rotunda was suddenly filled with light, and he briefly lost his vision in the dazzle.
"What are you doing?"
The young man's cold voice came to his ears.
He adjusted to the bright light, adjusted the focus of his eyes, and looked in the direction of the sound.
Standing above the field of vision was a young man in red clothes and black hair.
The young man's whole body was shrouded in blazing colored light, as if he was covered in a rainbow of rosy flames. Just staring at that glorious and terrifying image, Luo Binhan felt his thoughts steaming rapidly. This is an enemy that must be killed. However, it cannot be defeated. There is no way to defeat it now.
The moment he came to the conclusion, the tingling sensation deep in his eyeballs disappeared like the morning dew. His consciousness "flipped" over like a thin piece of paper, revealing a clean, blank front.
Luo Binhan blinked and looked at Jing Huang standing in front of him.
The boy in red still had the same stinking face as usual, his hair was tangled up, and his eyes were gloomy. There were no bugs on his body and no frost on his hair.
"Look at this shit, get up quickly!" Jing Huang kicked him and said, "When the hell are you still lying down? Get up! Don't stop me from cleaning up the garbage!"
He pulled Luo Binhan up from the ground. Only then did Luo Binhan notice the strange surroundings: they were in a brightly lit, cold-toned metal rotunda, with walls made purely of alloy showing a steel-blue color. Rows of transparent containers like greenhouse incubators were displayed against the wall, and in each container lay a fat fleshworm the size of a fist. They are constantly ovulating, and some larger gray worms are responsible for transporting the egg sheaths from the ventilator to the outside.
Luo Binhan stared blankly at this scene for a while, then turned to look at the center of the rotunda. Unlike Silence's casual round table decorated with flowers, there was just a tiny metal table. A strange-shaped skull sat alone on the stage. It is dark white in color, slightly gelatinous and transparent, and is as small as the size of a child's bones.
The strange skull had been pierced by a sharp metal bar, causing a crack that almost tore it apart. The metal strips looked irregular, as if they had been torn from some large component.
Luo Binhan wanted to observe more carefully, but Jing Huang dragged him behind him, then swept his sleeves, and countless green stars rushed towards the skull. When the green fire swept through the entire rotunda, not only the skulls and metal bars evaporated, but even all the insects in the box were left with only a little bit of ash.
Jing Huang exhaled and sat down on the spot, looking like he didn't intend to leave immediately. Luo Binhan tugged at his hair and said, "What are you doing? You didn't let me lie down just now. Now you have to rest yourself?"
"Wait until Ya Lai comes over." Jing Huang waved his hand away and said, "I don't know how to handle this boat. Wait until she comes over and see if it can be started."
"What happened to this ship? How long have I been missing, and the Silence has caused such harm to your enemy?"
"...Does it look like the Silence to you?"
Luo Binhan looked around after hearing this, then ran out and took a look at the corridor outside. At this time, the corridor was quiet and peaceful, with only a small amount of ash remaining on the ground. Although the main body color is slightly different, Luo Binhan still strongly feels that the internal layout of this ship is completely consistent with that of Silence.
He ran back and asked Jing Huang: "Isn't this really the Silence? The design is so similar, isn't it too much of a reference?"
Jing Huang stared at him for a few seconds, then stood up unhappily and strode to the center of the rotunda. He pressed his left hand on the platform, closed his eyes and remained silent.
"This ship is called the Gloom," he said after opening his eyes.
