Hitzfeld felt like he was having another nightmare.
The nightmare was blood red, and the whole world seemed to be wriggling. She stepped on flesh and blood and entered a huge cavity. After sacrificing the lives of almost all her followers, she saw the possessed body walk to the altar and pick up a stack of parchment scrolls.
Could it be... the Book of the Dead!?
She couldn't tell whether she was awakened or not, because hunger and thirst were much more serious problems than the shock.
She didn't even have the energy to describe the scene in her dream, and in her daze she couldn't remember whether it was three or four days... She only remembered that it rained twice in the gray fog, and they relied on the rain to get through a period of time.
Fortunately, even in the sea, rainwater can be drunk directly.
With a wry smile, the girl tried her best to open her eyes.
She hadn't looked down there for a while and was about to get up and go on patrol.
Xia Yibing was lying next to her. The woman was not completely asleep. After noticing the girl's movements, she reached out and grabbed her fingers.
She didn't want her to go.
It was too dangerous... She could see the girl's weakness from her swaying figure. She looked like she would be blown away by the sea breeze. How could she let her go to the side?
She was afraid that she would fall, and she never wanted to lose her again.
"I gonna go see."
Hitzfeld squatted down and comforted her, enduring the pain in his stomach.
"It'll be okay."
She tried to express her ideas in as few words as possible because she didn't have the energy to say too much.
The reason she squatted instead of sitting down was because she was afraid that it would be difficult to stand up if she sat down.
Ironically, of the three survivors on the fragments, Hitzfeld was theoretically the weakest - the deficiency of the Devourer had lasted for many years. Even though she had held the Nature Orb and was replenished with sufficient vitality, that thing only replenished her lifespan.
She is still fragile, but she can endure more pain.
Just as the whispers in the void were enough to drive ordinary people crazy, Hitzfeld was used to it. She could force her willpower to act even when her body was extremely weak, which made her the only one of the three who could still walk.
Just let me take care of you.
Smiling down at the woman, he freed her fingers and walked to the edge of the debris to hold onto the pipe.
The sea breeze was blowing, indicating that the debris had not stopped flying.
But compared with the movement in the past few days, it was much smaller. It could no longer be said to be really flying. It was more like gliding - its power system was probably almost scrapped.
The gray fog was very thick, and it became thicker the closer to the sea. With these things blocking her vision, Hitzfeld couldn't see much of the scenery. She could only rely on listening and catching the movement of the waves to guess how high they were flying.
Hmm... it's a bit higher than the last time I heard it. I feel like it's less than 100 meters. This height must be within meters...
But I can't rule out that it's an illusion. Isn't it said that hunger will directly affect the senses? In serious cases, it may even cause hallucinations. I keep having nightmares, right? Is it because I'm hungry?
Lacking energy, her brain was working slowly. Some thoughts kept turning around but couldn't make sense. She looked dazed and thought for a long time before she realized what she should do.
Eyes... yes... eyes...
Madeline's condition has become more serious, so we can't expect her to see through the fog with her silver eyes...
But she's not the only one who possesses this ability... I've also been able to do this with my left eye.
It's just... it costs more.
Her heart moved, and a slender ice needle appeared in her palm.
She sent out the ice needle, letting it move back and forth about five or six meters away. Hitzfeld reached out and pushed all the hair in front of her eyes behind her ears, revealing her entire face and the dark golden divine pupil.
It's glowing.
The deep shadows were faintly gleaming with golden light. If there was a cross-sectional view, one could see that the tentacles growing from the eyeball were tightening her brain. The tentacles had completely grown together with the brain, and were accelerating the absorption of energy from the brain.
Hitzfeld was not sure if this was an illusion, as a beam of light shot out from her left eye, firmly locking onto the moving ice needle. All the gray fog obstructions disappeared in front of her gaze, and she could see the distant view, the sea surface, and the strange things floating around the fragments and hidden in the dark fog.
That's a human face.
The faces were changing every moment. They were made entirely of gray fog, like undead spirits, lurking around, as if waiting for them.
What are you waiting for?
With a grin, Hitzfeld used his ice needles to crush them.
It would be fine if she didn't find out, but if she did... she wouldn't allow any threat to be around.
Looking at the sea again, it was indeed very close.
Her senses were indeed impaired due to hunger. The height was not just below 100 meters. It was probably about half the distance.
Her head ached because she had overdrawn her energy on her eyes, but Hitzfeld knew she had to hold on.
The closer we get to the sea, the thicker the fog becomes.
The thicker the gray fog, the higher the chance of traveling through another world when passing through the fog.
If possible, she didn't want to - just kidding, even a fool knows how dangerous this behavior is. You have to know that Sarah can only protect herself at best at the moment. Even if she attacks, she has to send elite troops like them to conduct reconnaissance, not to mention extending her tentacles here... to the legendary "world of the evil god."
But, there is no choice...
Hitzfeld didn't want to die.
She didn't care before, but now, she knows that her life still carries the expectations of Lengdis, and she must live, along with the people she cherishes.
I am the mysterious Lord...
She gasped and tried her best to open her eyes wide.
Her eyelids were drooping, so she used her left hand to hold them together, forcing herself to continue to exert energy. She stared at the sea, and her gaze finally pierced through the illusion.
She was still not sure if it was an illusion, but she really saw it... a fleet sailing on the sea.
These were two completely different perspectives - what she saw with her right eye was a deep ocean, with waves sometimes surging and bringing up pure white foam, but there were no elements on the sea.
What the left eye saw was a sea of blood.
A mainly blood-red area, with yellow waves surging from time to time, which looks like some kind of pus... a vast and boundless sea of blood.
It is on this sea of blood that there is a fleet.
She felt a mysterious surge guiding her.
This means that there are practitioners of the mysterious system in the fleet, and their level is probably around level 3.
All the speculations are true...
Gray fog can indeed lead directly to another world...
That world is not as desolate as I imagined...
It is alive, and we may be saved because of it!
She felt she ought to be excited, but she was so hungry that she couldn't even muster the energy to be excited.
Hitzfeld began to examine the sailboats carefully.
From a distance, it looked like a normal three-masted sailing ship, just like the ones she had seen in Pirates of the Caribbean.
Maybe there was some difference, but she wasn't a professional in this area and couldn't tell if there was.
But look closely, these are no ordinary sailboats.
The mast is the bone and the deck is the flesh.
The sails are simply the skin of unknown creatures... This is actually a fleet made entirely of blood and bones!
At the same time, above the sea of blood, a young girl was sitting on a large blood and bone boat weaving a fishing net.
"Billy—"
Someone called her.
"What?" she shouted back, without stopping her hands.
"The captain asked you to salvage some meat! Our triple-layer armor is broken! We need to repair it!"
"Why doesn't he go himself?"
"Because he wants to train you!"
"But I don't want to be a captain! Don't think I will stay on this ship forever... I told you, I want to be a nun!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone around burst into laughter.
"Hahaha...little Billie really knows how to tell a joke."
"Nun? Do you know how hard it is to be a nun?"
"The possibility of you becoming a captain is ten thousand times smaller than that of your becoming a captain. I advise you to give up. You are born to be a captain!"
"I won't!"
The girl angrily threw the fishing net down and stood up with her hands on her hips: "Hasim did it! I don't believe I can't compare to him!"
"..."
It was visibly that when she called out the name "Hasim", everyone's smiles stopped.
"Don't mention that guy..." someone whispered.
"Please don't mention him, that traitor..."
"Shut up...the Captain is here!"
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Accompanied by the sound of a heavy object hitting the floor, a figure came down the stairs, and the first thing that appeared was a wooden prosthetic leg.
He was a tall, thin old man, who looked to be in his forties or fifties, with a beard and a captain's corner hat on his head.
"Billy," he drawled.
"I just heard someone say you don't want to be captain."
The girl turned her head away and didn't look at him.
This was originally just an act of anger, but the next moment, she rubbed her eyes and took two quick steps towards the side of the boat.
She saw a huge object floating in the sky.
If she was not mistaken, there seemed to be someone up there.
Chapter 5 Nightmare 2k
The surging gray fog seemed to have consciousness. When Hitzfeld could truly see the sea of blood and the fleet, she immediately realized that she could never go back.
There was no longer any blue sea or black sea...even the scene in her right eye was dark red. She and the fragments carrying her instantly arrived in a foreign space and time, passing through the vast fog, diving down little by little.
This... Although I want to find a way to survive, I don't want to end up in such a disgusting pool...
Hitzfeld frowned slightly. Even at an altitude of 100 meters, she could smell the stench coming from below.
How to say it, the intensity was almost as strong as being close to a nightmare. She couldn't help but wonder if there was anyone in the fleet below, because no matter how she thought about it, a transcendent of only level 3 under the mysterious main system could not appear in such a strange place.
At least let other people know about it.
Walking back holding the pipe, Hitzfeld simply knelt down this time and shook the ponytailed woman who was half asleep and half awake.
"Get up, Xia."
"Here we are."
What's up?
Xia Yibing opened her eyes hazily, but the first thing she heard was a shout.
"Let me out! Do you hear me?"
"You two stupid women! How foolish! So ignorant! You will never be able to survive on your own! Let me out now! Let me control this fragment!"
It's Alessia.
That's right... the bottle containing this thing is still beside him... How can he still be so energetic? From such a huge water monster shrinking into a bottle of liquid, doesn't this guy feel weak?
At that moment, many thoughts flashed through her mind. But in the end, perseverance overcame everything, and Xia Yibing staggered to her feet and reached out to hold Hitzfeld.
