The next day, cloudy.
The sky was gray, like a paper towel stained with ink, spreading from one end of the sea level. Occasionally, sunlight struggled through the gaps in the dark clouds, falling on the deck as if it was on the verge of death.
William looked at the sea sky, feeling that a new storm was approaching. The oppressive haze of air was breathed into his lungs, and his expression was gloomy and uneasy.
No one knew where the old Via's voyage would end, and whether it would be engulfed and capsized in the next storm.
Some pirates were gambling on the deck, and he would usually participate, but at this moment, he stood alone at the bow, looking down at the cold and vast sea as always. Suddenly, for the first time, he thought about his fragmented and unsightly life, what he had experienced.
"This sea has buried countless corpses of pirates. It is so now, and it will be so in the future. Rather than saying that the Via is sailing in the vast sea, it is better to say that it has climbed over mountains of corpses and seas of blood."
The sea reflected his cold cheeks, and seemed to be foreboding something bad.
"William, what are you looking at here?" A pirate with a sweaty smell came over. He followed William's line of sight and looked at the sea, but found nothing. Then he said, "Chief Officer wants you to go over."
As soon as he entered, everyone in the room focused on him. William looked at them and counted the number of people in his heart. The three chief officers, Sivir, Shaquille, and Gucci, were all present, and the chief officer was sitting in the middle of this group of people, looking at him with bloodshot eyes.
William's heart suddenly jumped, and sure enough, he heard Lowe's dry voice in the next second, which carried the master's insidious cunning.
"William, I need you to spread a message …"
William walked out of the room with a gloomy face, all the way to the bottom of the cabin, silent and hazy.
The hot and humid smell filled the cabin, and the pirates with thick body hair gathered in the corner in twos and threes, screaming and laughing hysterically with red faces.
The atmosphere of gambling was like an upper respiratory tract infection of influenza. Every breath exhaled hot air like boiling hot water. The pirates had little reason to be rational.
This was the scene William saw when he came in. He lifted his gloomy eyelids and immediately noticed one, two, three, four people who weren't infected by the 'disease'. They were lying on the bed in an unusually conspicuous manner, as if they weren't affected by the commotion and were sleeping soundly.
Two were near the middle cabin, and two were near the door. William frowned, and he noticed that one of the closest to the door was Yarlin.
His pupils constricted, and the fine lines at the ends of his eyes revealed his hidden killing intent. He quietly observed Ya Erlin, who was lying flat on the bed. His brows were closed, and there seemed to be a hint of red on his calm, pale face.
His attention was on Yarlin's body, so that he didn't realize that the other three sleeping people were unusual.
After all, who would suspect that the people lying around were not living people?
Yarlin, who was sleeping soundly, didn't notice William's peeping eyes. His consciousness was immersed in the deepest part of his mind. After all, he wasn't very sure where the strange life form of Asturias lived in his body.
The left hand was only the external form of Asturias, a manifestation in a narrow sense. However, God knows that it was difficult to define the concept of Asturias' existence in a broad sense.
The mind, the soul, or a coexisting cell, or a reconstructed structural organ in a certain part of the body. Yarlin sometimes rejoiced that this broken ship didn't have "X-ray and CT" devices, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to help but look at the real situation in his body.
That scene, wouldn't it be too wonderful?
Back to the topic, Yarlin's consciousness at this moment peeped into the desolation of darkness. It was pitch-black, deep, and gloomy. In the silence, there seemed to be a huge but small shadow rooted here. It was small because of the geometric definition of its size, at most, it was no bigger than the size of a palm. It was huge because of the inexplicable shock to the senses. It felt as if he was facing the singularity at the beginning of the universe, and it was a fear that came from the instincts of life.
It was like how you wouldn't feel that a meteorite that fell to the ground was small, because it was once in the vast sky, unimaginably huge in an unfathomable place. It was like how you couldn't underestimate a pocket-sized nuclear bomb, because it could create a vast mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
It was an extremely contradictory feeling, so much so that Yarlin felt that it was not respectful enough to call it "it", so he could only choose "it". But now, it was coexisting with him as one.
The shadow blocked all the light. To be more precise, it was the shadow itself. It was a vague outline, like a seed full of tentacles. Countless black lines were wriggling and swaying. Yarlin could clearly sense that six of the black lines were unusual.
Four of them penetrated space and extended into the dark nothingness. There was another black line that was wriggling and swaying, connected end to end, and connected to weave into an oval ball bag. It looked like a blood bag for infusion, but also like a embryonic disc for breeding life. The last one turned into a straight black line and went straight into a human-shaped shadow.
"That shadow is a reflection of myself, and the different black lines just so happen to correspond to the three abilities of Ato Uriel — — Transform, Devour, and Absorb."
Yarlin was deep in thought, and a few fragments of images flashed through his mind.
In the first scene, the corpse whose neck had been broken stood up from the ground again. It repeated the same process throughout the night. In the end, there were four stiff and pale 'zombies' standing side by side behind him, including Bill.
The second fragment: A warm corpse of a woman was swallowed by his left hand. Countless black lines overflowed and were swallowed until not even dregs were left.
The third fragment: At the stern of the ship in the dark night, a stiff pirate's skin and flesh became old and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was like a dried corpse that had been drained of blood and water, and then it was pushed to the bottom of the sea by a black hand.
The first and third fragments were naturally the results of Yarlin's work last night. The number of people was slightly different from the original plan, but it did not matter. In short, the efficiency was quite high.
"Asturias, I'm coming!" Yarlin called in his heart.
In the next moment, a low reverberating sound reverberated through the air. Arlen saw a vertical line split open in the middle of the Shadow Race, revealing a pitch-black vertical eye. The two Shadow Races stared at each other with strange, deep gazes.
"Draining a person into nutrients for absorption, the feeling of growth is like the endless evolution of life. Every cell is uncontrollably intoxicated." Ya Erlin pretended to greedily breathe. "Oh, this is the first time I've ever absorbed life. Please forgive me for being unable to control myself. It's quite difficult to control myself. Ha ~ What I want to ask is, what kind of needs did you obtain after devouring that woman?"
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