Chapter 620 – Hunting and Phantoms
Chapter 620 – Hunting and Phantoms
The small knife carved from black bone fragments cuts shallowly through the rough bark of the trees, leaving inconspicuous lines on these lush sky-high trees, and then applying blood to them to imbue them with the power of the spirit and the blood, applying blood three times to each imprint, and so on and so forth ……
Richard performs the operation of carving the seals according to his memory, using the skeleton carving knife in his hand to leave runes symbolizing ethereal power on the trunks of the trees in the forest and applying his own blood to the runes, before raising his head and looking at Dumont, who is doing the same thing not far away.
He walked over as if to greet the other.
“These seals are weak individually,” Dumont said casually as he saw Richard approaching, “but in sufficient numbers, they will have enough of an effect on Silantis.”
“Not enough …… far from it ……” Richard grunted vaguely, his fingers unconsciously twirling the bone chip carving knife in his hand.
“It is true that the influence of these imprints alone will not be enough, but the process will accelerate once it begins, and the day Silentis ‘remembers’ will be the time to pick the fruit,” Dumont smiled, seemingly confident of the future, ” Those ‘preachers’ are unreliable, but at least this time, all the information they provided came in handy.”
Richard didn’t say anything, but just slowly raised his head, as if admiring the scenery, looking up fixedly at the large tree where Dumont had just left his mark – he was looking so seriously that Dumont subconsciously followed suit and raised his head, looking suspiciously at the canopy above.
“What are you looking at? There’s something up here ……”
Richard raised his arm violently, and with a posture and angle that a human joint would never be able to make-almost folding his right arm into three pieces-he let his hand wrap around into the dead center of Dumont’s field of vision, and stabbed the bone slice carving knife fiercely into the latter’s chest.
However, the small carving knife used to perform the ritual was incapable of killing a human being, and the blow only pierced the flesh.
A sharp stabbing pain suddenly came from his chest, this sudden and inexplicable attack made Dumont’s mind blank for a moment, but he reacted immediately afterward, slapping Richard’s arm away with a jerk and pressing one hand on the injured area while his body dodged back.
Pitch-black chains instantly emerged, an ugly and hideous profound hound appeared behind Dumont, but before this hound could react, the bird of death on Richard’s shoulder swooped down, a pair of skeleton wings extended and deformed like shackles, instantly covering that hound, accompanied by the creaking and crunching sound of bones struggling, collision and friction, the two demons were entangled together, and it was hard to separate for a while.
“Are you crazy?!” Dumont’s eyes widened in shock as he looked at Richard, who was standing expressionlessly not far away, “You want to kill me?!”
“Don’t want to,” Richard shook his head, he glanced at the Phantom Hound that was temporarily under the control of the accused dead bird, a trace of indescribable distaste passed across his face, but still said to Dumont seriously, “I just want to help you.”
“Help me?” Dumont was stunned, he looked at Richard on the opposite side, as if he was looking at a madman, but at the same time, there was a huge confusion surfacing in his mind – because ritual carving knives don’t kill, the other party’s sudden attack just now at best just scratched himself, which made him actually not know how to react for a while, the only thing he could be sure of was: Richard’s Only one thing was certain: Richard’s state was not right!
However, Richard nodded seriously, “Yes, to help you, your body is empty, I’m going to help you fill it with cotton, which will make you better.”
“…… Cotton?” Dumont repeated the inexplicable word blankly and subconsciously, “What kind of crazy talk are you talking about ……”
He stopped abruptly.
He felt as if the place in his chest where he had just been stabbed itched a little.
This slight itch quickly turned into a strange sensation that could not be ignored, as if something was growing and wriggling there.
He subconsciously reached out and scratched the itchy place, and immediately afterward, he couldn’t care less about continuing to be vigilant against Richard, whose state was clearly out of place across the room, and looked down at his wound.
The blood is no longer flowing, and on the clothes that are stained with some blood, you can vaguely see that there is a white flocculation – the flocculation is gradually increasing, as if …… it is converted from blood.
After a slight hesitation, Dumont pulled open the collar of his shirt and saw that the small wound was healing, and between the writhing and shrinking flesh and blood, there was cotton that was drilling into himself a little bit.
Tangled together, the telltale bird and the profound hound gradually stopped fighting, the stupid and unwise demons do not know what hatred and anger are, the emotions and cognition of the symbiote determine their behavior – along with the bone wings gradually retracted, the two demons returned to the back of their respective masters.
Dumont raised his head, his expression was somewhat subtle as he looked at Richard standing on the opposite side of the room – he still remembered that the other party had never been on very good terms with himself, and this was especially true in recent times, although it could not be said that there was much enmity, sporadic friction occurred from time to time.
It was for this reason that he had asked the other man to stay with him when he decided to move in groups – because he didn’t want Richard to make any “small moves” out of his sight.
He would never have thought that this guy would do such a thing to himself.
After hesitating for half a day, Dumont finally opened his mouth in a somewhat awkward manner, “You’re quite nice.”
Richard laughed, and in this instant, the minuscule dislike between him and Dumont was dissolved-@#$% repairing the hand-to-hand relationship between him and his compatriot.
“We should go and help the others too,” Richard said in a sincere manner, “everyone’s hollow inside, they all need cotton.” “Yes, everyone needs cotton ……” Dumont was still a little uncomfortable with this new self, and his expression was more or less awkward as he spoke, but he agreed with Richard’s suggestion, “We could start with Shalil’s group to start with – he’s an honest and hardworking man.”
“No problem, but we’ll need to plan for it, it’s not sensible to go without cotton, they may not realize how important it is – like you just did. We need to take their attitudes into proper consideration ……”
“Yes, the Rabbi also thinks you need to plan ……”
“We can discuss it as we go along.”
“Then let’s get going.” “Depart.” “Depart.”
Richard and Dumont raised their heads in unison to the misty forest path, then took a step toward the depths of this foggy dreamland.
The rabbi had gone hunting.
……
The ground covered with ash and black slag creaked when stepped on, and always gave the illusion that it would sink in at any moment, and the crisscrossing remains of fallen and broken branches and trunks got in the way even more than the bushes and vines in the forest.
Nina and Maurice struggled to walk between the huge wreckage, which stretched for who knows how long, and after a while, they were still only moving around the edges of it.
“It’s literally harder to walk here than in that forest out there,” Nina couldn’t help but mutter, “The forest at least had paths trodden out by wildlife …… Here there’s ash everywhere that you’d sink into with one foot. ”
As she said this, she lifted her feet from the ash and black scum, her dirty shoes making her frown.
Holding onto a burnt branch next to her, she took the shoe off her left foot and poured it out as hard as she could, pouring out several pieces of stone and black cinders.
“And it seems to me like we’ve been just beating around the edges of this scorched earth,” she added, “Can we really find our way into the center of the wreckage this way?”
“The collapsed canopy is blocking the path to the main trunk of Silantis …… It does seem a bit of a pain in the ass.” Maurice said with a frown, looking at the jagged interlocking charred black branches in the distance.
Although it is said to be branches, but the scale of those things has actually exceeded the concept of “branches”, from the top of the World Tree fell down the branches of the debris can be used to describe the “scale of horrifying”, even some from the proportion of the “thin branches”. Even some of the “thin branches” of the branches are often up to a hundred meters long, the diameter of the tower – they crisscrossed in this scorched earth, the formation of a huge structure is daunting, from a distance, rather than those are burnt dead branches, but more like a …… a giant city collapsing from the clouds.
In the face of such a pile of “branches and leaves”, using brute force to open up the road is unrealistic, the only way can only be to detour, all kinds of detours, or risk drilling into the gaps between the branches, looking for those who have not been completely blocked by the ashes of the path.
“If Ms. Vanna was here, she would have gone in a straight line,” Nina couldn’t help but mumble as the idea of “brute force” surfaced in her mind, “She wouldn’t have been able to stop any of these debris from blocking the path. ”
“Vanna doesn’t only have brute strength,” as an elder who has known Vanna for a long time, Maurice couldn’t help but sniff, “and even she is afraid to face this kind of thing ……”
He stopped mid-sentence, as if hesitating a bit.
After a moment, he shook his head, “Well, not necessarily, maybe she really can.”
“Actually, I can …… too,” Nina muttered up in a small voice.
Maurice glanced at the girl as if he wanted to say something, but just as he was about to open his mouth, a breeze suddenly blew across the sky above the Land of Ashes – in the sudden rise of dust and mist, both he and Nina simultaneously saw what seemed to be the flash of a blurry shadow not far in front of them.
That looked as if it was a …… elf standing blankly in the wind?
Nina was momentarily stunned for a moment, and immediately afterward she turned her head violently, “Mr. Morris, did you see over there just now ……”
“I saw it,” Morris spoke without waiting for Nina to finish, his expression becoming a bit serious, “That looks like an elf.”
“It didn’t look like a ‘Shireen’……,” Nina said with less certainty, “Dressed rather like a… . rather like ……”
She hesitated, not daring to make a conclusion for a moment, but Maurice nodded slightly-
“Like a resident of Lightwind Harbor.”
(End of chapter)