"Marine," Griffith summoned two marines on the night watch, "there is a sailor spreading rumors on the lower deck. Find him and report him to me."
"Yes, sir!" The Marine immediately took action. They alerted the Marine commander and a manhunt began.
These soldiers did not belong to Griffith's squadron, but to the Birren Hill. During battles, they were soldiers who landed or joined gangs to fight; in peacetime, they were responsible for maintaining order on the battleships and serving as military police. The latter function is much more important than the previous one, because most of the time, the sailors who may threaten the captain, command team and battleship are sailors only a few cabins away from them, rather than enemy ships or monsters several nautical miles away.
The Marine quickly reported the situation to the captain. Alandel invited Griffith to inform him of the investigation conclusions.
Old Lunan, a sailor first class in the galley, is spreading disturbing rumors. According to his account, not long ago, when he was delivering dinner to the leader of the assault squadron Giles de Es who was guarding the noble lady in Odessa, he heard a strange sound - the door of the room was locked, the assault team was not there, and there was someone in the cabin. A strange voice, chanting, or whispering. The door of the cabin was closed, and the old sailor listened for a while. He couldn't hear clearly, but he felt like he was lying in an old sarcophagus in the cemetery. A damp and cold feeling like a snake spread throughout his body.
Old Lunan noticed a layer of white frost appeared on his hands and feet, and ran away. Something strange chased him from behind. The terrible white frost did not disappear until he passed through several corners and returned to the other sailors.
Several sailors confirmed that they indeed saw the hoarfrost that had not dissipated on old Lunan's wrist.
The Marines immediately went to Neferty's cabin to check and found that the Marquis was resting in the bedroom and there was nothing abnormal. Ace Assault Squadron Leader and Joshua Trainee took turns on guard in the living room. The two closed the cabin door, but nothing unusual happened.
"I'll take care of it tomorrow morning," Alandel told the Marines to retreat and told Griffith. "It's not uncommon for a sailor to lose his mind. Some wine or a good scrubbing of the deck will fix it. Just give him a good scrubbing of the deck." But knight, did you hear anything?"
Griffith shook his head: "I was talking to a guest just now, maybe I was too focused."
"Oh——" Alandel fiddled with a silver flintlock gun in her hand. Judging from the shape, this gun is very similar to Juan Sui, and it must be quite powerful.
"What a nasty guest." Miss Captain put away her gun and looked up at the knight, "But I also vaguely heard something."
"What is it?" Griffith immediately became alert. As an Extraordinary, Alandel is very powerful. If she hears it, it means that there is indeed something abnormal on the ship.
"It's hard to describe," Miss Captain shook her head. "It's a spell I've never heard before, but it repeats according to a certain pattern, calling for something."
After she finished speaking, she stood up, took off the captain's sword from the wall and put it on the table: "It seems that our return voyage will not be smooth sailing. Get some rest early, knight, I will send out double the sentry."
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There are many strange stories circulating in the world.
There are giant dragons soaring in the sky, Behemoth tearing apart canyons, Hydras deep in swamps, giant squids wandering in the deep sea, monitor lizards that can turn people to stone, and chimeras that spit out ice and fire. The horrific stories of these horrific creatures became more horrific and twisted as they were passed down by word of mouth.
Some people say that they are not just symbols in narrations and stories, but a part of the world, even if they are hidden in a distant corner.
Why do these rare monsters still frighten people who have never seen them in person? Are humans born to think that these things are scary and dangerous? The fear they bring even breaks away from their image and becomes a completely spiritual fear.
The more people have never seen such things, the more intense their fear will be. There are many different solutions we can offer for these types of fears. Some of them may offer insight into the nature of the soul, or at least provide a glimpse into the origins of visions in dreams. If you know the unknown truth and see the true appearance of the monster, you may not be too scared.
Rumors were circulating aboard the Birren Hill. Griffith had clearly sensed the panic among the sailors.
He had neither the time nor the skill to allay the fears of sailors. And, for him, the unknown is not the real source of fear.
It's the lack of firepower!
Griffith placed the Bloodthorn on the table within reach, arranged Hanguang and Yitian on the bed, placed the filled Judgment under the pillow, and placed the meteor hammer, boning dagger and a bundle of grenades at the foot of the bed. Dun was leaning against the bed, only ten centimeters away from his hand. There is also the Helm of Command, this powerful piece of equipment. Well, this piece of powerful equipment needs to be washed again tomorrow...
Surrounded by a large amount of munitions, Griffith felt very at ease. As for whether it's appropriate or not, that doesn't matter.
Don’t people just want to have peace of mind when they’re alive?
He lay there for a while and felt that the two swords were making him panic, so he moved Hanguang away, wrapped Yitian in a bed sheet and hugged him to sleep.
…
The words I heard that day were just a few words agreed between you and me. The sweet memory of laughing together without knowing anything is so far away. From then on, we set off, wandering in this god's prank, meeting again in the chaotic wind, only to find that the wrong path of fate was already destined...
Griffith fell asleep. He seemed to have returned to that day again, when he and Krista were breaking out of the siege of the cultists and escaping out of the city.
The road leading out of the city was hopelessly long, and there was a whistling and chaotic wind sound from behind, which was so cold that it seemed to penetrate into the bone marrow.
"Guffy, can't you see? There is a god wearing a crown."
Griffith almost closed his eyes in horror. At this time, he heard a gentle call, dispelling the cold illusion.
"Wake up, Griffith, wake up."
The ethereal call seemed to be in his ears, waking Griffith up. He hurriedly pressed Yi Tian on his hand, and after a while he realized that he was lying on the bed.
He inexplicably thought of something at this moment...
The Outer God is a powerful and almost absurd existence. Even if his power is blocked by the rules of the world, he is still an existence beyond human understanding. It's impossible that He didn't have backup plans in case the ritual failed.
According to Roland's information, a half-elf cult involving another outer god once appeared in Canaan. The cult was discovered and destroyed by the authorities, and was suppressed before it became a cult. However, that incident implanted the existence of the God of Dreams into the consciousness of the elves, from an unknown secret to an existence spread among the whispers of the elves.
Even elven wizards like Samuel became followers of the Lord after coming into contact with the Order, and even tried to harm Galadia.
"Made real through description, His coming is unstoppable..."
Griffith sat up and tapped the scabbard.
Taking the "Lord" cult as a reference, the failure of Life Weaving is probably also part of the plan. He knew that he would be blocked by the gods, but he also wanted the people inside the door to clearly perceive his presence. The person in the door will describe, think about, call Him, and quietly open a crack in the door.
Then He dropped some debris through the crack in the door. His power and knowledge are enough to destroy the reason of the world and lure them to His treasure house.
Naira and Neferti, these siblings are the key to His return to this world! Roland wanted to alert me to them.
But, how to be vigilant? Naira had escaped and Neferti was under close guard. What else could I do? You can't bring her to my bed and lie down together, right?
Griffith turned his head and looked out the porthole. A thick fog fell in the night, blocking the moonlight. The night wind became cold and shrill, whistling across the sea, as if it could cross the rocks and vent its willpower.
Griffith stood up and walked out of the cabin with his two swords and Judgment.
The howling night wind came and went in a hurry, and the lights on the deck swayed a few times, and then suddenly went out as if they were being swallowed. Thick ink-like darkness immediately came.
In the darkness, Griffith seemed to see a shadow.
The officer on duty not far away came to the cadet's side and looked into the darkness with him. The young cadet looked into the darkness in surprise:
"What is that? I seem to hear something?"
"Maybe it's the sound of waves. Did you see anything?"
"It flashed by and I just saw a shadow."
"It seems I have to ask the lookout post," the officer on duty called a sailor to climb onto the lookout post and said to the cadet, "Go and inform the bridge. It's still early, but I think the captain should be woken up."
Sailors ran past the stairs "dong dong dong", disturbing the sleeping sailors and soldiers. Before the cadets boarded the bridge, they saw Alandel already appearing there with the command team. The sergeants stepped back, and when they passed by Griffith, they seemed to see something together.
Under the thick fog in the darkness, a vertical and broad bow and streamlined lines appeared.
A warship with towering black sails suddenly appeared silently from the sea in close sight. It is like a black sword, sharp, dangerous and extremely elegant. It seems to be the incarnation of the night, and even the waves respectfully surrender to her.
At first glance, its sails look like shrouds, tattered and fluttering in the wind, or like ghosts of the dead holding black flags.
The black battleship was silent and silent. When it got close, it let out a terrifying scream like a night owl, and accelerated to a speed as fast as lightning. The sailors of the Brunhil didn't notice it until it appeared dozens of meters away. Each of them opened their eyes wide and were speechless in horror.
The black battleship was like an evil spirit in the night sky. The moment it emerged from the fog, the collision angle of the ship's bow had already changed its direction. The moonlight illuminated the star-like light, and the sharp horns were as ferocious as the giant beasts raised in the deep sea.
The cold and chilling aura struck people's hearts, and the sailors of the Brunhil almost howled in horror. The bow of the ghost ship shot out a locust-like crossbow in an instant.
"Enemy attack!"
The boatswain on duty on the deck just shouted and flew out with several sailors. When the sharp crossbow shot through them and rocked them on the mast, the shrill and dense whistling sound just reached their ears.
Griffith was weighed down by the roaring shots and couldn't lift his head. The deck and starboard of the Birren Hill seemed to have been washed by heavy rain, making continuous and dense explosions. The dense rain of crossbows fired from the black battleship penetrated the side of the ship, shot through the cabin, and cleared a bloody path among the sailors.
"Accelerate forward!" Alandel's beautiful eyes regained their composure after a flash of shock. She just glanced at the enemy ship approaching at high speed and gave instructions: "Go forward at full speed, full starboard rudder after escaping from the collision course, and prepare the entire ship for battle! Prepare for a boarding battle!"
In the hunting wind, the ghost ship was filled with huge black sails, and a terrifying wailing sound enveloped the sea. Its speed was extremely fast, and the terrifying collision angle hit the middle of the Birren Hill straightly.
Griffith lay on the deck, feeling a huge pressure approaching. This surging pressure seems to be real, it is so fierce that it is difficult to resist, and it is terrifying to feel that if you dare to face it directly, you will be shattered to pieces!
In the darkness of the night, all I could see was the mountain of black sails pressing down on them. Brunhil was also moving forward at full speed. As long as she avoided the fatal blow in the middle, her agility and firepower would be enough to stabilize the situation.
However, the ghost ship came very quickly. Amidst the screams and panicked screams of crossbows blasting human bodies, the huge and ferocious collision angle seemed to have penetrated the stern of the ship.
"Hold the support point!" Griffith shouted to the soldiers and sailors around him, but he was wondering why there was no expected huge impact.
Could it be that he avoided it and avoided the impact at the extreme distance? ?
This thought came to Griffith's and everyone's minds at the same time. Everyone forgot about the work at hand and subconsciously stared at Alandel on the stern bridge.
Miss Captain stood upright in her position, her long hair dancing wildly in the wind, like a goddess statue in the port. She stood sideways without fear, staring at the black battleship that hit at high speed, and stood firm with her command team.
This touching bravery and temperament gave everyone great encouragement, and even made people want to cheer the captain's name with enthusiasm... Before the words could be spoken, a heart-breaking twist and sound suddenly came from the deck. A trembling, horrifying whine that made his teeth tremble.
"boom--!"
Griffith nearly had his internal organs knocked out. He watched helplessly as smoke-like debris rose up from the bridge, and at the same time it tilted upward like an erupting volcano. Alandel and her command team flew over the side of the ship amidst the dense debris and fell into the sea.
