What about you?
Why join in the fun?
"Seibert said she could sense a 'will' pervading this place." Torres insisted, "She mentioned to me that this might be the monster signaling us to stay, and if we leave rashly, we might be attacked by it."
That is indeed a reason.
"That's settled then." Ethan nodded. "First, we will rescue and recruit Xiu De's people, then dig out the dock so that we can leave at any time. On this basis, we will explore this place."
No one had any objections, so the follow-up plan was set.
A total of twenty-two survivors were dragged out of the wreckage of the Thorn Demon, with injuries of varying severity. Among them was Captain Xiude's confidant, Jebby, who was lucky enough to have only a few broken ribs.
"Seibot's injuries healed too quickly!"
Torres came to report the intelligence again, his tone full of amazement and even a little fear.
"And those people too... everyone! Broken bones and other injuries, as long as they don't break the skin, will heal very quickly! At this rate, they will be fully recovered in less than a week!"
This is obviously not normal. If the locals can be explained by the theory of the blood of salvation, then Cybertroopers... these outsiders don't have this kind of talent, so it doesn't make sense for them to be so fast.
"If it has nothing to do with physical condition, then it can only be due to environmental reasons..."
Sebot contributed analysis while lying on a stretcher.
"Oh right." She remembered, "Billie seemed to have mentioned before that fractures were minor injuries. It seems that this kind of thing happens to them very often?"
Then just ask them directly.
"That's right!" Billie's answer was also very simple, "Don't you know? ... Is it difficult to recover from this kind of injury in your hometown?"
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment and drove her away while she was staring at them in confusion.
"It seems that the Blood Sea... and the Corrupted Blood Kingdom are not as simple as they seem."
Ethan said.
He suspected that there was a mysterious force protecting this place. The entire sea of blood and even the entire Corrupted Blood Kingdom were under this protection. It was this force that greatly increased the activity of living things, and their vitality and recovery ability were several times higher than in the original world.
A few hours later, Captain Xiu De had brought people who were able to move normally to help them dig the dock.
When they first saw the Pierre, they were undoubtedly shocked, but considering that they came from outside the gray fog, combined with the information left by those strangers in the Kingdom of God, it didn't seem to be something worth being surprised about.
And that's a good thing, isn't it?
The stronger these outsiders are, the greater the chances of them escaping from here and returning alive.
"Beware the Brain Eater, gentlemen!"
The captain greeted people enthusiastically.
"I don't know if we have escaped from the Black Fog Sea, but I suffered a lot here last time... There may be man-eating monsters lurking here..."
While things were going on here, Baliu also made a new discovery on the other side.
She circled the circular pass and found a forest of bones in the middle of the beach on the opposite coast.
There was a crude hut in the woods, built hastily with stones. Inside the house were some slate furniture. She found a broken skeleton on a slate bed, which had almost merged with the entire slate.
The biggest discovery was a parchment book. She made sure that it did not contain any curse, so she took it back with her.
"That person lived such a miserable life, where did he get the parchment to make books?" Darent was puzzled.
"I guess." Bariu looked at him, "He made it with his own skin."
"sharp."
Darent curled his lips and stopped talking.
The human skin book was soon circulated to him. He first looked at the cover and found the author's signature there at a glance.
By now, he knew why Baliu had insisted on bringing it back, and didn't even bother to be cautious and let them see it.
The human skin book is nothing. Everyone here has seen it many times. The key is the signature.
"Kevin Imaar..."
As the wooden man slowly read out the name, everyone's expression became more solemn.
Imaar.
Combined with a certain legend they all knew, this surname was incredible...
Chapter 122 A mortal body can be enshrined as a god 5k
Sarah, the new director of the Department of Homeland Security, had a miserable childhood, something that even Darent had heard about earlier.
At that time, he didn't know Hitzfeld yet, and the so-called new director was just the captain of a Shadow Lion team, but the "Summer Night Sword Ghost" had already become vaguely famous among the extraordinary people. At least as an ally, Wheel of Destiny could not ignore her information.
This was true for Darent and Baliu, not to mention the others who were already in the Security Bureau system. They heard the story more clearly and even knew the approximate location and time, as well as who died tragically that night.
They just didn't say anything out of consideration for Xia Yibing's feelings, and they were careful to avoid any topics that involved it.
But there are indeed other rumors that say...Shasha-Imaar's childhood misfortunes were her own fault, because her family was not a good family, and her parents' hands were stained with blood. No matter what the reason, she should be grateful to Sara for saving her life.
There is no doubt that these rumors must have come from those feuding factions. Xia Yibing ignored them, and no one took them seriously. This was because the secret police were bad guests to most officials and nobles. It would be impossible for the new director with a shallow foundation to keep her position like Villefort, who could please everyone... She had to tie herself to the royal power tightly, and this would inevitably offend some people.
So it is normal to have such rumors - even when Villefort was in office, there were rumors attacking him, such as slandering his personal immorality, keeping mistresses and illegitimate children, etc., which are actually harmless.
There are basically no fools who can reach this position. Everyone knows that if the head of the institution directly under the royal power has a good relationship with the powerful minister, the king will not be able to sleep well.
But no one thought that those rumors would have any follow-up.
Is this Kevin Imaar really related to Shasha Imaar?
"Coincidence?" After pondering for a while, Darent frowned and looked at everyone. "Let alone the same surname... it's not uncommon to have the same name and surname, right? I don't see any connection between them since they are in different places. She should have nothing to do with this."
"But we have seen the files before. Her ancestors are from overseas. It is speculated that they migrated from Elsa." Baliu's voice became smaller and smaller. "Of course I don't want to doubt her...but this matter is indeed very strange..."
The atmosphere was tense for a while, and everyone turned to look at Ethan.
They all knew that Ethan was originally in the same team as Xia Yibing, and had known her even longer than Hitzfeld. If there was anyone here who knew the woman's background best, that person must be Ethan.
"Don't ask me!" Ethan waved his hand quickly, "I won't have nothing better to do than to ask about her background... Maps, don't look at me like that. I was wondering why your name appeared in the files from thirty years ago. Did I ask you about it?"
He thought it was outrageous: Shadow Lion agents, secret police... basically everyone who works in this field has a sad story, and the pressure from their work is so great that they need regular physical therapy to prevent corruption. Who would be so reckless as to ask a colleague such a thing?
"Never mind." Darente made a simple statement and said, "Let's just treat it as a coincidence for now, okay? Why don't we take a look at what's written inside first?"
As he spoke, he opened the scroll.
Ethan opened his mouth and wanted to stop it, but when he thought about how he was a wooden man, and that Darent had the highest "evil resistance" among all the people present except the Cornerel couple, he did not say some words.
Logically speaking, the resistance of a woodman to evil spirits is not as good as that of a pure treeman, so letting Bariu read the book is the best choice. But he didn't need to think to guess that Leon would "take away" this opportunity.
Anyway, Leon is also a wooden man, and his experience as a wooden man is not as much as Darent's. After all the calculations, it is better to let him be willful and avoid all the hassles.
In the time it took him to think, Darent had already flipped through the scroll.
"It's not the Book of the Dead." The first sentence made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
This is also the reason why they are on high alert as if facing a formidable enemy - all the manuscripts related to the Book of the Dead that have been discovered so far are all written in human skin. This cult book possesses extraordinary magic power. Except for those who are favored by God with special opportunities, no one can guarantee that they can remain safe after coming into contact with it.
"What's the big fuss?" Darent's expression became relaxed again. The human skin scroll made a rustling sound as he flipped through the pages. "This seems to be just an ordinary diary record. Nothing special. Oh... Of course, if it's really this guy's own skin, then he can really endure it..."
"Maps!" Li Ang couldn't stand his mysteriousness anymore. "You have to consider others... just throw it over here, okay?"
"There aren't many words on it. I'll just read it to you." Darent refused. He turned back to the first page, coughed, and began to read: "'My name is Kevin Imaar, the man who guards the tomb for the Lord of Blood...'"
"'The Imael family is the tomb keepers. This is not some kind of sacred canonization, but a spontaneous action after carrying a secret... We realized that the church's propaganda was deceptive, a distortion of history, like a conspiracy. In order to allow this secret to be revealed in a purer form, we chose to flee the kingdom of God. No matter what the cost, even if we have to kill all those who stand in our way, we cannot let the blood race fall into the hands of evil spirits..."
"Opening summary." Darent raised his eyebrows. "It seems that the Church of the Mother of Savior is not a good thing. As for the gravekeeper, Xiude Jinlisi mentioned it before."
Captain Xiu De was not of such a social class to know such a secret, but he was fortunate enough to sit at the same table with Agor and others at the dinner party. He overheard Agor mentioning this matter, and it had been relayed to everyone before.
"Go on." Ethan urged him, "If there's no curse, recite it quickly!"
"'My descendants and I have done this with the determination to die'... Don't be impatient!...'But I don't want the family bloodline to be cut off here'."
"'I have heard of many ways of doing things by wealthy families. Although Imaar is only a small and secluded family that dares not compare with those big families, it is burdened with such a heavy responsibility and cannot bear the consequences of extinction. I want to find another way out for those children, preferably to let them escape from here and bring this secret back to their homeland..."
Darent is usually not serious, but his voice is still very attractive and pleasant, and the tone of his recitation fits the emotion of the text, which makes people like Cybertron listen attentively.
Then he turned the page, his eyebrows raised: "'I thought of many possibilities but all failed. The only thing I never thought was that the one who would eventually make this dream come true would be the fallen knight Jonathan Improl.'"
"Jonathan Improl?" Ethan repeated.
"Improl." Darent nodded. "That's right... that's what the captain said. It's also the laughing spider king that has been chasing us all the way."
"...When did you give it such a nickname?"
"Just now."
"I think you should go dig sand!" Ethan snatched the human skin scroll from his hand, pretended to kick him away, and lowered his head to read.
The text ended here, and he saw a very crude, even ugly, knife-carved drawing below.
"Tornado..." Li Ang came closer and saw the distorted painting, and his brows couldn't help but frowned.
It was a storm, and at first glance he thought it was a tornado, but there were knife marks in the shape of water splashes, and ships floating on the line, so he deduced that it was a tornado at sea.
But it's very strange - because it has two sides, the top is wide, the middle is extremely thin, and the bottom is wide again, which makes it look like a woman's skirt, and the waist is abnormally thin.
"What do you mean?" he asked Ethan.
"I guess it might be..." Ethan's tone was also a little hesitant, "This guy is called Kevin Imar. He was the elder of this tribe at that time."
"And he obviously... was worried that the Imaar family could keep the secret they were carrying. He believed that the secret would be discovered and tarnished one day. So in order to ensure that the sacrifices of his companions and tribesmen would not be in vain, he might have... divided a group of people to help them 'transcend', and has been exploring ways to do so."
"But what does this have to do with this painting?"
"Don't you understand yet, Corneril?" Ethan pointed at the vortex image, "This thing... is likely the channel to transcendence."
"Ok?"
"Do you remember how we came to the Blood Sea?" Ethan looked at him. "We were suddenly swept in while exploring the Seahorse Fjord, right?"
"Yes."
"There must be something wrong with the Seahorse Fjord. There must be a special 'point' there, or a channel that can connect the two oceans of different worlds."
What he said did make sense. The others thought about it carefully and remembered that they had just arrived at Hippocampus Fjord and discovered that the composition of the sea water there was different from that of other places.
This may indicate that the channel is often open and the blood component in the sea water comes from the Blood Sea.
"So you suspect there is another place like Seahorse Fjord." Leon understood now, "Is it this sea tornado?"
"Yes."
Ethan opened his palms and touched the upper and lower ends of the vortex with his right index finger and thumb respectively.
"From the way you look at it, it just looks like a waterspout."
"Yes."
"But if you look at it this way."
As he spoke, Ethan folded the human skin roll over, and the fold line just divided the so-called "sea tornado" into two halves.
"This is it!" Li Ang's eyes widened - because the tornado suddenly changed its appearance and became two huge whirlpools that were separated!
“Upside down… don’t they look like two opposing worlds?” Ethan rolled his eyes, looked at him and then at the others, and folded the scroll back. “It’s possible that there is a big whirlpool in the blood sea. If you are sucked into the seabed by this whirlpool, you can get out through another big whirlpool - and the other side is normal sea water, which is the world we came from!”
Everyone looked at each other and talked a lot, and finally agreed that this was indeed possible.
This is not a fantasy, but a reality - Madeline also confessed to Hitzfeld that she had read many legends about the voyage of Marpa Kinsa. Since she could read them, there must be some unofficial history circulating in the market. Regardless of whether it is true or not, the legend of the "Great Whirlpool" does exist.
Someone swore that he had left behind a manuscript, stating that he had received a detailed account from Mal himself, recording in writing how they broke into the whirlpool and escaped the pursuit of the undead - this statement is indeed traceable.
This is good news. Even if its authenticity is questionable, having a direction to guide them home is better than having no solution at all.
After agreeing to ask Captain Xiu De where the whirlpool is in the Sea of Blood, Ethan continued reading.
There is indeed very little content, and I have only finished reading one-third of it.
There are not many pages in the parchment scroll. Apparently this is because the author did not dare to cut off too much of his own skin. He was afraid that he would die and there would be no one to carve and record it.
These skins cannot be simply cut off and left alone; they must be treated with antiseptic treatment, otherwise they cannot be preserved.
"It looks like the monster helped him." Ethan flipped through a few more pages. "They all record Improl... This thing should be the same as what Xiude said, a fallen form of a Blood Knight."
"Unbelievable." Sebot shook his head.
It's really unbelievable.
Forget about others, but she, a dream demon, had actually seen that dream. In the dream, she could vaguely glimpse the fair face of the young knight, and she couldn't imagine how such a small body could become so huge.
