Chapter 599 (1/1)
The first thing to feel is the wind. The sense of touch and hearing play a role at the same time, cold wind mixed with some fine particles hit the exposed skin. Then I smell the smell in my nose, the smell of the sea, which is the fishy salty mixed in the wind, and in the cold, it is reminiscent of the disembodied corpses who have lost their temperature. Finally, vision is awakened again, but the role of human eyes in the dark is really limited. He can not be sure of anything except that he can judge that his front is the sea and his feet are the sand beach.
If you look to the left, you can't see anything clearly. If you look to the right, you can't see anything clearly. He tried to move, but he stepped on something hard, not a stone, more like the skeleton of some creature. Fear, the smell of imagination, came from the darkness and gripped his heart. His legs trembled uncontrollably and could not move any more. Imagination becomes the enemy, and the things that exist only in the deepest part of the nightmare seem to dance around him, laughing at the cowardice of their Creator.
So he blocked his ears and crouched down, hoping to block his hearing and reduce his sense of touch. But he didn't dare to close his eyes. He was afraid that as soon as he closed his eyes, those things in the dark would rush out and tear him to pieces. He was afraid that as long as he did not face the darkness, the darkness would devour him. I don't know how long it took. It could be hours or hundreds of years. The first ray of light appeared. But that's not a friendly light.
Light, it is difficult to tell the difference between friendly and unfriendly, but when he saw the light, he knew that there was not a little bit of good will in it, only deep evil thoughts. Dark brown light, from a distant place, separates the chaotic sea from the sky which is darker than the color of the sea. Something is coming, something very bad, something worse than the deepest nightmare. He looked at the light and got this revelation in his heart.
That thing, coming with the dark brown light, will rise from the ocean and swallow up everything. No one can stop him, no one can resist him. All mortals can do is serve. Kneel down in front of him without asking for his mercy and mercy, but he will not give mercy, he will only bring death. Dark brown light, more and more. And then he saw that the thing that emitted the disgusting beam was nothing else, it was the sun. Those dark brown lights were the morning light before sunrise on the sea, but when did the sun become this unacceptable appearance?
At the end of the sea, the terrible sunrise couldn't stop it. He wanted to turn his head and run away, but he was surprised to find his feet and legs were submerged in the sand. The dark brown light illuminated the abominable world, and he saw that the beach he was in was pale, for it was not the fine sand, but the bones that had been ground to pieces. He wants to scream, he wants to blind his eyes with his hand, deafens his ears, tears his skin, and makes himself no longer feel the terrible world, but he can't. Because he saw the rising sun from the sea.
And the sea illuminated by the sun. What is that! He asked himself, but there was no answer. The scene in front of him was beyond the limit of his cognition. In the dark brown sunrise, some huge, twisted, nameless body was rolling on the sea. What was that!
”Hoo!” Dream, wake up. Lothar suddenly woke up from the deck, covered in sweat. His head ached as if he had been stabbed by countless tiny needles. Fortunately, it was just a dream. Only when he stood up on the mast did he realize that he was gasping for breath, and his heart beat as if he would jump out of his chest at any time. Light white fog, in the count's side flow, he staring at these fog, not aware of what it is, instinctively reached out a wave, the white track disturbed.
Wait, fog? His brain quickly regained consciousness and remembered the scene before the dream. He and the webworm should still be on the deck of the damned lady to watch the night. But the curse lady hasn't sailed into the foggy sea. How can there be fog? Cold sweat, even colder in the wind. Lothar stretched out his hand and held the axe beside him. The heaviness of the weapon reassured him a little. But that's not enough. Is it true that while they were asleep, the witches sailed into the misty sea?
With this in mind, Lothar walked toward the terrace where the rudder wheel was. But soon he saw a familiar figure on the edge of the deck. Since when did you just need to see a fuzzy figure to recognize the maid who called herself a net worm? The count did not know. Now it's not the time to think about it. He goes to the net bug and asks, ”what's going on? We should have anchor, where are these fog... ”
”Shh!” The net bug pressed his fingertips on Rosa's lips to signal him to be quiet. Then he took the count's clothes, drew him to his side, pointed to the sea under the boat, and said in a very low voice, ”look. But be careful not to disturb them. ”
Lothar did not immediately follow the instructions of the mercenary. He first looked at the latter's side face for a few seconds. Then he made sure that there was no signal of bewilderment from the Sorcerer's knife before he looked at the sea with ease. Then he forgot to breathe for seconds. The haze over the sea is a dim blue shimmer, caused by large swarms of plankton. The count wanted to tell whether the luminescent creatures were shrimp or jellyfish, but the shape of these luminous bodies had been covered by the grand light, and there was no result.”It's amazing. It's so beautiful.” Exclaimed the count in the same low voice. He had never seen such a sight in any book.
But the webworm didn't seem satisfied with the answer. She moved her body closer to Lothar and whispered more carefully in his ear, ”look carefully, there's something under those lights.”
The count's eyes narrowed, his eyesight was not bad, but the waves of the waves still greatly affected his difficulty in identifying. The net worm may have realized this too. She held out a finger and gently pointed to a certain position. Lothar's attention followed the extension of the finger into the sea, and sure enough, she found a dark gray shadow among the blue luminescent creatures. The shape looked familiar, but for a moment Lothar didn't recognize what it was. He wanted to ask the net worm, but he was pinched by his arm.
The pain brought inspiration, and the count suddenly understood what he saw. That's why the maids are so careful and cautious. Because the gray shadow is a walking arm immersed in sea water. The human arm.