Chapter 95: Approaching the Abyss

Chapter 95: Approaching the Abyss

Chapter 95: Approaching the Abyss
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"July 12th..."

Richard picked up the pen, thought about it, and put it down again.

He raised his head slightly, quietly looked at Alger Wilson who was standing in front of him without saying a word, and greeted him with a smile: "Good afternoon, Captain, it's very cool today. I thought you would sleep a little longer before getting up."

"At noon on December 12rd?"

Alger spoke in a hoarse voice. He did not look at the dark sky or the dark red sea, but stared at the calm researcher. The crew members tied to the mast and railings sometimes laughed crazily, and sometimes roared in a language that no one could understand. The sharp or low to terrifying tones were completely unlike those of humans, as if their throats and vocal cords were no longer human organs, but the residence of demons or something like that.

"Where on earth is this place..."

Richard smiled gently: "Please rest assured, the spirituality here will not completely mutate you. You may have some harmless mental problems. I will treat them and let you return safely."

Alger, who looked gray and haggard, was dazed for a moment after hearing "return safely". He looked at Richard Ernst, and a voice resounded in his heart again, burning with some evil thoughts: in the two civil wars, their food had been consumed, and since then everyone looked at each other with different eyes, and became enemies and hunters. The despair and anger that followed were like black mist visible to the naked eye, flowing silently in this ghost ship, and everyone was immersed in it.

So the struggle broke out without any reason. The crew members vented their suppressed anger and malice to their heart's content, not caring whether the opponent was their colleague or friend. Human morality seemed to have become mud under their feet, and they were completely out of control from the beginning. Alger almost killed three of his own crew members by mistake, and was almost attacked by all the others. Just when they were about to perish together in the crazy and short internal struggle, Richard Ernst suddenly took action, suppressed the internal strife with thunder-like means, suppressed their ego and malice with some extraordinary ability, and then tied them all up with ropes.

"Please wait a moment, everyone! Now is not the time to fight, and I don't know how to control the ghost ship to return."

There is no food. We will die anyway. Fortunately, the sea is full of dark red flesh and blood. But there is still a lot of fresh meat on the boat.

But this "Sistine Ernst" remained calm and composed in this environment. He must have a way to return alive... In order to survive, I must capture him... and force him to tell me how to stay awake... I want to leave... I'm going to die anyway...

Alger didn't think there was anything wrong with his idea.

He licked his lips, slowly licking clean the blood from the cracked skin on his lips. He didn't know that his cruel and bloodthirsty eyes at this moment were no less than those of the legendary "Blood General" who killed innocent people indiscriminately.

"Captain Wilson, I have a question I've always wanted to ask you."

Richard ignored Alger's completely uncontrollable malice, moved aside in a friendly manner, patted the empty seat, and said with a nonchalant smile, "When you learned that I was a member of the Ernst family, you immediately changed your attitude. Why is that?"

"Have you ever met the rest of my family?"

Alger's eyes became hazy again. The angel's spirituality and the malice of the sea of ​​blood were fighting in his mind. Sometimes he would have a flash of clarity, but more often he was still covered and controlled by the dark malice. Richard's words were like a hand gently wiping the fogged glass. It was still chaotic, but it also brought a moment of clarity.

"I haven't seen you..." Alger finally chose not to go over and sit down. He took two steps back. The clamoring voice in his mind told him to stay away from the young man in front of him. He was terrified. He spoke very slowly, word by word, "I only had a meal at your workhouse."

"… before starving to death."

"So that's how it is. Thank you, Mr. Alger. I'm glad you're willing to share these things with me."

Richard finished writing today's diary, closed the small notebook that seemed to be endless, and put it in the pocket of his thin windbreaker. He stood up and walked steadily to the railing, looking down at the slowly surging sea of ​​blood and the black flesh and blood that was spreading upward from the bottom of the ship. However, the entire Blue Avenger was under the protection of his spirituality, and these flesh and blood were just floating on the surface, not really eroding the ghost ship itself.

He held the railing with both hands, closed his eyes, and felt quietly.

A huge, dull, slow heartbeat.

The distant sound of blood flowing slowly.

The sound of flesh repairing itself is as noisy as the chirping of insects.

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"In the Second Era, the Ancient Sun God emerged, fought against the Old Gods, took back power, slaughtered dragons, destroyed the Phoenix, drove back the giants and elves, and protected human cities. Thus, the fire of civilization began to shine in the world."

The teacher was born in the Quaternary Period, but he knows all about those ancient times that did not even have a calendar system, and can even clearly describe the last human civilization. Crazy yet rational, wise but unspeakable, indifferent yet loving life, which god is he...

"The demon king Fabuti fled to the abyss. The exact time is unknown. The migration of a race and its followers must have taken a long time. It is possible that Fabuti would do something like the Phoenix and throw the entire city-state into the spirit world... Since then, demons have gradually disappeared from the earth, with only a few followers remaining. And then, at some point, there was a rumor that the abyss was polluted, and it was said that even demons could not survive there."

Richard closed his eyes and muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear. After a moment, he opened his eyes, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"It is said that Sequence 0 of the Devil's Path is the Abyss."

"But the abyss has only ever appeared in myths and legends as the name of a specific region."

The Blue Avenger was sailing quietly, and everything was silent. At Richard's suggestion, all the crew members had fainted. Although there was no wind, the dark and heavy clouds in the sky slowly dispersed. Although the ship was moving, there were no waves on the sea, as if it was sliding on marble, leaving long, knife-cut scratches behind. Although there were no eyes, after seeing the pale and cold sun, Richard naturally had the feeling of "looking into each other's eyes" in his mind.

The Angel of Temperance frowned.

Richard clearly felt that a small part of his spirituality had been contaminated. His body was a prison for his mind, and the world was a prison for his body. The malice of the neighboring paths whispered in his mind, tempting him to open his own prison with his own hands. He saw his homeland reduced to ashes, his playmates trampled to death by iron hooves, his mother starved to death, his neighbor sister who had been kidnapped when he was nine and he had never seen her again, his dead comrades, and the hatred and sorrow that had been buried in his heart for a hundred years but never forgotten.

What is repressed must be released, what is imprisoned will eventually escape, and Richard felt these temptations with considerable nostalgia, repressing them familiarly into the corner of his mind.

"So that's how it is." The sea was piled with corpses like mountains. The gaps between the high and curved ribs were passages for ships to sail through. Broken bones and rotten flesh were like reefs. The not-so-small three-masted sailboat was only as long as two knuckles of a severed hand. There were several branches of pitch-black spines buried underwater, and they were shadowy, like claws waiting for an opportunity to move. The bloody waterfall on the cliff rushed into the black-red sea. The concentration of demon spirits in front was frighteningly high. A low- and medium-sequence demon would go crazy just by looking at it. Even a demigod-level demon would lose his mind and remain with instincts if he stayed here for a long time.

Further away, there is a deep haze, which is the entrance to the legendary abyss.

The sky and earth were dark, but His eyes sparkled like clear amber under direct sunlight. Richard Ernst stepped onto the railing, stood firmly on it, and looked at the black sky and the red sea with a surprised look.

"This is the Demon King, the Dark Side of the Universe, Fabuti!"

"This is the Abyss!"

"The Demon King and the Abyss are compatible and mutually integrated. Your flesh and bones are mountains and valleys, and your blood is oceans and rivers. So when your mind becomes problematic, the Abyss becomes a Jedi where even demons cannot survive."

He smiled happily, then looked up at the pale sun in the sky and pointed downwards: "However, compared to the teacher, your seduction skills are far inferior! You can only see the surface, the most superficial negative emotions, and cannot understand the essence of hatred and pain."

"You think I would be desperate and angry because of the pain, but you don't know what the root of my pain is!"

If it were a teacher, He should... Well, the teacher wouldn't be so idle as to try to sway me, because I would never listen.

Okay, that's all. We can't go any further. Just tell the teacher the truth about the situation here... Richard took out his notebook and started writing, and drew a simple route map. In fact, the best way is to take some blood or meat out of the abyss. Establishing a mystical connection directly can avoid getting lost, but the pollution is probably enough to kill all the people on this ship. If we really take it out, ordinary people will probably die along the way. The teacher may not care, but I still care.

Suddenly, his movements stopped abruptly. He heard the sound of the blood sea change slightly. He listened carefully and heard strange and ambiguous words ringing in his ears, like a woman's chuckle and call, mysterious and gentle, which aroused his desire to get closer. Richard had a good impression of this voice that he had never heard before. Listening to this voice was like seeing the most perfect and favorite woman in his imagination. Then he woke up and found that one of his feet was already in the air. Below was the black and red sea. Under the red blood water, there were black shadows dotted, as if being watched by huge eyes.

A distant heartbeat suddenly sounded, and it approached silently in the other's momentary trance, and it was like the roar of an ancient bell in the distance where the angel of temperance was close at hand. A few drops of blood flowed from the corners of Richard's eyes and nose. He gasped and pulled the corner of his mouth, and immediately took a step and stepped directly from the railing to the top of the mast.

The wind is strong and the situation is getting worse!
With his feet on the ropes and his hands tightly grasping the mast, he poured his spirituality almost unreservedly into the "Blue Avenger", instantly elevating this ghost ship to the level of a saint!
The Prisoner Path is good at making use of surrounding objects, which is one of the reasons why Richard chose Alger and the Blue Avenger.

The ghost ship seemed to have a life in an instant, the rudder turned so fast that it seemed to have become a wheel, and it completed an impossible turn in the blink of an eye. The hanging anchor and chain collided and clanged, its sails were hoisted high, and the strong wind from nowhere blew the sails violently. The hull kept its balance and swayed from side to side. The empty wine bottle containing the suicide note rolled on the deck. The sound of the wind and various other chaotic sounds mixed together, playing a rough movement, as if the Blue Avenger was laughing loudly.

It had not truly entered the abyss yet. It was speeding towards where it came from, leaving the sound of its heartbeat and the woman's angry whispers far behind.

At the same time, Richard turned his back to the abyss, took off his glasses, and raised them to his shoulders, with the mirror facing behind him.

Click!Click!Click!
The lens immediately cracked, and the golden frame seemed to be twisted by an invisible hand. The cracks startled Richard and he quickly put it down.

"Something completely indescribable..."

“That’s strange. Even if Fabuti is a crazy Sequence One, he won’t cause the items protected by my spirituality to collapse instantly.”

What is that behind me? Richard felt cold all over.

The strange female voice in his ear became more and more angry. When the Blue Avenger broke through the barrier, it almost became a roar that was enough to kill people. Richard suddenly had a severe headache and a lot of curses emerged on his body, but after returning to the bright sunshine and blue sea, the voice disappeared without a trace. The temperance angel was exhausted and his spirit was somewhat polluted. The vague headache reminded him to pay attention to his condition.

It's OK, I'll be fine after a rest. The glasses aren't completely broken... but they can't even last a second. What on earth is this? Is this the reason why the teacher asked me to find the abyss?

Richard raised his glasses and looked at them carefully, and found that the cracks on them were very strange, just like a tree with lush branches and leaves.

The remaining spirituality made Richard's heart beat faster and his blood flow faster, which didn't seem like the negative effects that a demonic path should have.

"It's broken into pieces like this, and I have a headache now... I've figured out how to trick Mr. Alger."

Richard did not wipe the blood from the corners of his eyes and nose. He snapped his fingers, and the ropes that bound the crew members untied themselves. The spirituality infused into the Blue Avenger turned into light spots and returned to Richard's body. The ghost ship became slower and slower, and finally drifted on the sea, moved by the wind.

The remaining spirituality may allow the people on this ship to be pure and abstinent for a few days, which is a good thing.

The angel of temperance took out his little notebook, and the diary on it changed according to His will, and brought with it the effects of hypnosis and suggestion. The content of the diary, which was like a horror drama, gradually changed.

In the diary, after they crossed the Raging Sea, they sailed relatively smoothly all the way to the Oradek Islands, and then did a week of field research on the islands. The traces of life left on the islands can prove that this memory is true... Then they successfully completed their goal and returned to the ship, but they did not expect to encounter a storm at sea today. They were lost in unknown waters for several days. Today there was another storm and everyone was unconscious... The eaten food, glasses and bloodstains on the boat can testify to this.

Very good, perfect. The angel snapped the diary shut.

After making sure that all preparations were complete, Richard disguised himself, stopped insisting, and suddenly fainted on the deck.

TBC
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The half month from mid-November to early December was skipped over in one sentence in the original work. In order to make this period disappear less abruptly, I used Richard's diary to show the passage of time.

Day 2 of graduation trip: feet hurt.

*The previous chapter is locked. It is being revised.
(End of this chapter)