"You never said this was the bigger problem."
Anderson moved quickly to avoid the black and shriveled claws directed at the living corpse. The blazing white flames ignited in one moment and disappeared in the next moment.
"This is what we call the city of living corpses, isn't it?" Agnes's whole body was filled with chills. She smiled when she looked at Anderson's movements. The color of forest white spread under her feet, covering all the areas where forest white spread. Inside, the living corpses all moved stiffly.
"Fortunately, these are just living corpses formed from the corpses of ordinary people..." Okfa followed Agnes quickly, carrying a stick that he didn't know where.
"What did you do before?" Edwina asked aloud, aiming her gun at the approaching living corpse.
"I made the countess disappear," Agnes replied calmly.
The circle of living corpses closest to everyone was so shriveled that their original faces could not be seen at all, with a confusion that everyone could see. They all turned around at the next moment and attacked the living corpse behind them, and soon they became broken limbs on the ground.
"This was supposed to be the last scene of this drama, the last step of this ceremony." Agnes added aloud.
"...The next performance belongs to everyone in Gao TC City who can hear the singing..." Edwina's eyes flashed, looking at the weathered buildings around her, and repeated softly Words I once heard in church.
"The tower is over there." Agnes pointed to the building standing on the side of the square-like open space, her tone affirmative.
Then she turned to look at the building facing the tower across the square and said softly: "But the countess is in the town hall."
"A ritual has two cores?" Edwina's voice was filled with doubts.
"In fact, it can also be said that there are three cores. The tower, the theater and the city hall are actually all," Agnes said. "Two are consumed and one is informed."
"What a unique ceremony." Edwina commented after a long time.
"Perhaps it's not that unique," Agnes paused before saying, "at least in terms of the rules of this ceremony."
She recalled in her mind what she saw in Bodivia that night when the moon rose, the downtown square surrounded by crowds, the Silver Rose oozing blood, and the skin in the room that was beating like salt crystals. drum.
Of course, there is also a witness, a god attracted, or a church buried deep underground?
At least you can sigh, it doesn't look that bloody? Such thoughts flashed through Agnes's mind, and the chill around her became a little bit colder again.
"To be honest, I trust your judgment," Anderson said, throwing a few fire crows casually, "so I think we should run first."
"Before everything happens, do you think we can run away?" Agnes curled her lips and asked with a smile. She pointed forward, "It will start soon."
At the next moment, the timbre that everyone had heard before, the shuddering singing voice, and the power that seemed to pierce everything, resounded in everyone's minds——
"The body is rotten,"
"The glory is about to fade,"
"Ghosts swarm."
"What are you hesitating about?"
"It's already time,"
“Let us leave behind colors that cannot be named!”
Then, everyone saw——
Everything seemed to be dyed gray in an instant, but in the darkness, there seemed to be strange mottled colors rising, and then at a certain moment they disintegrated and scattered, flowing in all directions until all the Everything is stained with mottled and weird colors.
Beneath those colors, all the shriveled bodies looked like ignited grease, like charcoal flickering with flames.
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"What day is this?"
The crew member asked aloud as he looked at the port which was still covered by the dark rain curtain.
"I don't know, maybe two days, maybe longer?" Another crew member replied, "Damn, it never got light at all."
"One and a half days," the crew member next to him replied firmly, "the captain taught us how to time it."
"Have the people who went to investigate the lighthouse come back?" a crew member on one side asked aloud.
"I just came back," the crewman guarding the deck replied, "with a notebook written in what looks like Rossel text, and something that looks like a wrapped painting."
"Painting?" someone asked curiously.
"We'll wait until the captain comes back to see it," the crew member who came out of the cabin replied, "that thing is a bit weird, so we'd better not move it casually."
“Look at the island!”
The crew's screams attracted everyone's attention, and everyone subconsciously turned their heads to look in the direction of the island.
In the gloomy rain curtain, the dark blue to black sky reflected mottled colors, and then flowed downwards with some force, seeming to soak the entire island.
The cliff in the distance twisted and collapsed downwards as if it was being dissolved, and seemed to be forced to return to its original shape by some resistance, but in the end it looked like light and shadow soaked in mottled colors.
The tiny whispers were like the fluttering wings of moths, coming from distant islands, but they even sounded as if they were very close at hand, or were born from the bottom of my heart.
No one could make a sound, they just stared blankly at everything happening not far away.
"Captain!" After a while, someone subconsciously screamed.
The person who made the sound subconsciously ran towards the side of the ship, but was stopped when he was flipping under the ship.
"Wait," the person holding him whispered, "trust the captain."
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"I feel like we're courting death."
Anderson jumped over the broken door frame stained with mottled colors and cursed under his breath.
"Of course I'm looking for death," Agnes said with a smile, "I've been looking for death since I set foot on this island."
"Some places fit the description of the spirit world, but some places don't fit at all..." Edwina clenched the gun in her hand, frowning and almost said to herself.
"Of course it's not the spirit world," Agnes said. She straightened up and stared at the empty reception room. "Maybe this is just the junction between some people's imagination and reality. Who knows."
Edwina turned her head and looked at Agnes with her light blue eyes.
"I find that you seem to know a lot." She said softly.
Agnes withdrew her gaze and looked at Edwina. She was silent for a moment and then suddenly showed a smile.
"Of course I know something. After all, this is related to Him." She said aloud, her smile gradually becoming slightly crazy.
"Him?" Edwina opened her eyes wide and her eyebrows trembled as if uncontrollably.
"Yes, Him," Agnes shrugged, her smile gradually disappeared, and then she regained complete calm, "After all, I am His apostle, how can I not know things related to Him."
