Sea of Chaos, Black Pearl!
Thick fog covers the sea level in the distance. There is no wind or wave on the sea surface at this moment, giving people a sense of tranquility and peace, which is extremely rare in the Sea of Chaos.
In mid-air, above the black "velvet curtain", two red full moons hung high, emitting an enchanting light.
Jack D. Sparrow, wearing a huge three-cornered hat, azure blue Poseidon robes, and smoky eyes, gently closed the door of the captain's cabin. Through the round window, he could see the desk, notebook, and inkwell inside. , and the little girl sleeping soundly on the table, all covered with a layer of crimson "gauze".
Jack's angular face stretched slightly. He turned his head and walked onto the old black wooden deck. Kervis, who had been waiting for a long time, came over and handed a new telegram with both hands.
"Captain! A new telegram."
"Is it from Poseidon Church?"
"It's Poseidon Church, but it's not distributed by the headquarters. I don't know the specific content."
Is it distributed by the church, but not by the headquarters? Jack's dark gray to almost black eyes changed slightly, he took the file bag and said:
"I have something very important to do tonight, please notify me and tell them not to disturb me."
"Your will be done, Captain!"
Watching Kevis leave, Jack quickly walked to the vice-captain's cabin, opened the door, and saw a log-colored desk with an open notebook in the center. The paper was rough and yellow, and there was writing on it. There are rows of symbols that are incomprehensible.
I got this from an unlucky guy from the Coffin-Carrying Church when I was passing by Green Peninsula last week.
At that time, the unlucky guy was seriously injured. Jack couldn't bear the pain and kept alive, so he used Poseidon bullets to send him to see Poseidon. However, listening to his last words, it seemed that he had escaped from the Strait of Gibraltar, but he didn't expect it. , here we still encountered the minions of Poseidon Church.
Thoughts flashed by, Jack returned to his desk, opened the pipe valve, and turned the gas light switch.
Click, click, click, the sound of friction and ignition was heard continuously, and a cluster of light followed. But if you look carefully, there is no gas pipe connection under the wall lamp that emits light, but a wooden baffle carved with ancient patterns.
Whether it is the navy, pirates, adventurers, or gold diggers, it can be said that everyone who sails on the sea dreams of owning a ghost ship. In addition to never wearing out, it does not consume energy and is the most praiseworthy thing.
Jack pulled out the file, and it was the same as last time. It was a piece of white paper with patterns of waves, lightning, and storms printed on it, and lines of Ghent language gradually emerged on it!
The Federal Mountains intercepted the secret message of the Honavitch Church and are now sending it to all the bishops, executive bishops, and expatriate bishops of the Poseidon Church!
"Is it actually a deciphered code? Or is it from the Hornavitch Church?"
Jack was confused. After all, the Poseidon Church and the Hornavitch Church were on good terms among the Four Gods Churches. Looking at it now, secretly deciphering the Hornavitch Church's telegrams was not a friendly act.
He continued to read, and when he saw the first three lines of text, he was completely shocked.
"The ancient domination sleeping in the city of R'lyeh...the mysterious master above the taboo...the eternal old dream that transcends time and space..."
"Before the divine presence appeared at Ruin No. 003, someone once recited such a mantra, which seemed to point to an ancient and hidden existence named Mr. Old Ones."
"Teachers below the demigod level of the Poseidon Church must not recite this incantation in ancient Hermetic, Gruen, Elvish, Giant, or Dragon language that can induce supernatural power."
Just the first three sentences, Jack's brows knitted together tightly. The first thing that came to his mind was that Mr. Old One had appeared in the real world, and the second was that the Honavitch Church had research Members of Tu Club.
Is it Miss Princess or Mr. Destiny?
No, maybe he is not a member of the Yantu Club. Damn it, I almost ignored another situation. We are not the only ones who know that Mr. Old One must have favored ones under his command.
Jack continued to read, but the description behind it became more and more frightening.
"Ruin No. 003, Reina's city-state, the Hunting Competition for the freshmen of Honavitch University. After someone recited the incantation, it triggered the descent of the gods. To be precise, it was a struggle between the projections of the two gods."
"It is known that three saints belonging to different sects have reached some kind of agreement to invade Ruin No. 003 and are suspected of hunting Venusson van der Rohe."
The three saints are really generous. They make me want to meet Venusson van der Rohe, Jack silently cursed.
"After the unknown mantra was spread, the divine projection came to the world. The following picture is the epitome of the divine descending with the seal of the Archbishop, an angel."
And image rubbing?
Jack happily poured his spiritual power into the telegram. The rubbing image slowly emerged, and the picture inside became clearer and clearer.
He was looking for useful information in the picture, and suddenly a sky filled with crimson stars appeared in his eyes, and an extremely familiar scene appeared.
This is...R'lyeh City, the old royal court?
The twisted city and gray-white rippling seawater that appeared in front of him were so familiar to Jack. This was exactly what he had seen at Yantu Club before.
Ever since he guessed that Mr. Old One was a god, he had thought that this was the residence of the gods. In fact, it was true, so he dreamed of entering it again. For a priest, it was a great honor to see the face of the gods.
Jack turned his head to the other side of the image. He noticed that the church opposite, which was hundreds of meters high, was actually made of bones and flesh. The overflowing aura showed that it was full of pollution and curses just from the appearance. To reach this level, it was indeed... Such a handiwork that only gods can have.
The scene on the screen continued to play, and Jack was stunned at first, and then surprised and happy. He couldn't believe his eyes, and suspected that the rubbing caused him to hallucinate.
He saw an archangel with jet-black wings appearing in the city of Raleye. With a single wave of his bone sword, he cut through the entire space of the Bone Church opposite, revealing the endless void. Such power , it is simply beyond human power.
Archangel!
Yes, this must be an archangel, an archangel serving the gods, but why are the wings black?
Before Jack had time to react, he suddenly felt a stinging pain in his pupils. He quickly looked away and slammed the telegram onto the table with a snap.
In his mind, he suddenly saw that his face was rotting rapidly, so rotten that stinking pus leaked out, and his flesh and blood fell off piece by piece. A bunch of maggots hugging each other came out of the rotten place, densely packed and countless. Maggots scrambled to get out.
Horrified by his own mutation, Jack endured the pain and suddenly recited Mr. Old's honorable name. After the first paragraph of description, the mutation stopped abruptly, and his face immediately returned to normal.
The horrifying scene was deeply imprinted in Jack's mind. He did not expect that just looking at a rubbing could cause a lot of pollution. This was just a projection of a god. If the true god came, I'm afraid it would have already melted at the first sight. For a puddle of flesh and blood.
Fortunately, he recited the name of the old gentleman in time and saved his life.
Jack, who had calmed down, had a frightened face just now, but now it was full of enthusiasm.
Mr. Old Time is indeed a powerful god. Just the angel under his seat can trigger such a powerful force, and the images afterwards can also cause pollution. This completely surpasses his knowledge of gods.
In ancient literary records, no god has ever had an angel under his control to such an extent.
As he thought about it, Jack was inexplicably frightened, and an ancient lie suddenly appeared in his mind!
“What else is there beyond the gods?”
