Chapter 737 – Leaving the Holy Land Island
Chapter 737 – Leaving Holy Land Island
The “black door” located in the depths of the cave was closed, however, more and more Profound Demons were still emerging from the entire Holy Land Island – the island, which was made from the limbs of the Profound Holy Lord, was trembling, and a low rumbling and strange buzzing sound echoed in the depths of the mist like the chirping sound in the belly of a giant beast. Low rumbling and strange buzzing sounds echoed in the depths of the mist like the chirping of a giant beast’s stomach, and countless strange figures appeared and disappeared in the mist, with shadows transforming into solid bodies every second and attacking the uninvited guests who stepped onto the island.
Duncan and his party left the cave and began to retreat towards the coastline after successfully meeting up with Vanna and Amber, who had remained in the valley.
The earth shook, the rocks crackled from the depths of the valley, chaotic hissing and murmuring echoed around like a nightmare, unnameable shadows coalesced in the fog, and the omnipresent malice was wrapped up in the cold air currents that whistled through the hideous, jagged rocks on the cliffs on both sides – in the foggy haze, the cliff rocks seemed to gradually come to life, and the fog was so thick that the rocks on the cliffs seemed to come to life. Seems to gradually come to life, there are huge limbs slowly hanging down from the mountains, those vine-like limbs bending, trembling, emitting strange sounds of swallowing and chewing, dirty mud dripping down along their surfaces, hissing and emitting gusts of black smoke when they touched the ground.
Even the Church warriors who often move in the border waters can’t help but be nervous at this time, the marines holding enchanted steel swords with lamps and talismans, while guarding against those restless shadows on the roadside while advancing, Amber walking beside Vanna with a longsword in her hand, reciting the storm goddess’ prayers softly while moving forward, the sound of the gentle waves of the sea sheltering the warriors’ minds to prevent them from being compelled by the demon’s whispers, The death cleric with numerous tattoos on his body held the sacred urn at the front of the group – beside him, the fog briefly receded, and the demonic figures appeared to have dimmed, which opened up a temporarily peaceful path back to the city.
Realizing that these Church warriors were indeed capable of handling the trouble on the road and making it back safely, Duncan was relieved to be at the back of the group, and spent more of his energy thinking.
After some time, they managed to make their way through the barren regions deep within the island and finally set foot on the thoroughfare to the docks – the coastline was close.
The roar of artillery and explosions came from the misty depths ahead, and from time to time, huge flames could be seen rising up into the air, lighting up and burning red large swathes of the sky as if a sunrise had erupted, and it was shocking to watch.
“Ship-like ‘fakes’ and large demons have begun to appear on the surface of the sea nearby, our fleet is fighting with those monsters,” Amber came over, this young goddess officer was carrying a long sword in one hand and a storm-emblazoned lamp in the other, her expression looked quite serious. Carrying a lamp, with an expression that looks rather serious, “They report that the side of the Holy Land Island is slowly …… deforming, and part of the sea cliffs are gradually collapsing downward as if they were softening, and although it hasn’t affected this side yet, the whole island is apparently somehow… …’coming alive’.”
Duncan looked up at the mountainous boulders that were revitalizing in the misty haze, and the black tentacles that were growing out of the nearby slopes and curling and spreading towards the low-lying areas, and nodded softly.
“The island is, as Shirley said, indeed a ‘lump of flesh’ of the Profound Holy Lord, and the entire island is part of one of his tentacles stabbing into the real world – as for now, it seems that he has begun to fix this ‘mistake’ now.”
“…… It’s a shame about the countless truths buried here,” Amber pursed her lips, “If we had more time, we could have explored the island properly, those Annihilationists have been entrenched here for at least a couple of centuries, and it There must still be countless dark and sinful secrets hidden …… and maybe even a list of their secret strongholds and personnel lurking in the city-state ……”
Listening to Amber’s slightly resentful muttering, Duncan did not respond to anything, but when looking at this island that was constantly collapsing and deforming, he couldn’t help but recall the magnificent, grand but also shrouded in bleakness and darkness of that huge “mountain range” he had seen at the bottom of the abyss.
Ten thousand years have passed …… The “Pilot One” that was once used to reshape the ecosystem has transformed into a twisted and grotesque giant in its uncontrolled growth, and its limbs have pierced through the abyssal sea, into subspace, and into the real world, but it has not yet stopped growing.
This makes Duncan can not help but think, even if this infinite sea did not meet the “failure”, even if the vision 001 – the sun can still support, I am afraid that the ever-growing Pilot One itself is already enough to become another doomsday.
And this “doomsday” is obviously not too far away – perhaps one day in the next hundred years, the exponential growth of the Pilot One’s body will be filled with the entire deep sea, and then spread to all the dimensions with a crazy speed, his tentacles will be pierced through every city and state! His tentacles will pierce every city-state, snaking across the entire ocean, entangling all ships sailing on it, until all earthly entities are once again consumed by their “Creator” and become part of that black slime and writhing tentacles.
…… Is this what the Annihilationists see in their psychotic visions? Just as they proclaimed – one day in the future, the Holy Lord of the Profound will return to this pathetic world, and the “primordial elements” will erupt from the depths of the world, transforming the entire world back into its pure original form… …
In a sense, those mentally deranged fanatics did glimpse a part of the “truth” of this world, perhaps in the short-lived link with the Profound Lord, or perhaps in the process of transforming themselves into demons and touching the “primordial elements” recklessly! …… They have glimpsed the future, and interpreted that terrible future in a way that they are willing to understand.
Duncan took a soft breath and slowly shook his head.
Pilot One had invited himself to “take over” the asylum, and wanted him to burn out his huge body, which had gone completely out of control, in the process……. In response, Pilot One frankly admitted that it was a kind of “relief” from his long mission. “relief” from his long mission.
It seems that supporting this shelter is indeed a long and difficult mission, enough to make even an ancient “machine” feel tired and desperate.
Duncan’s mind was once again set on finding another way out.
Maintaining the shelter was not a good option – at least not the best one.
After a scary and uneventful journey, the landing party finally returned to the secret dock that was sheltered by the inner bay and sea cliffs, and the few small boats they had come in were still nicely anchored off shore, bobbing left and right in the turbulent waters.
The little landing-boat that had been lowered from the Lost Country swayed most strikingly-it was bobbing upright.
In short, the whole boat’s bow was facing the sky, poking in the shallow water like a dog’s tail, bouncing around, and when Duncan and his party appeared, it fell back onto the water with a thud, and then ran to the shore with its oars in a wagging motion, bobbing excitedly as it slapped the side of the boat with its oars.
Duncan: “……”
Lucrecia looks at the boat silently for a moment and mutters down to Duncan, “Dad, I kind of don’t want to be on this boat ……”
“It’s a bit humiliating,” Duncan was silent for a few seconds and sighed softly, “but let’s go on it, we’ve come this far, if we take off on a pigeon in front of it, I’m afraid this thing is going to sink itself on the spot – there are enough of the world’s There are already enough ghost ships in this world, one more disgruntled landing craft wouldn’t be easy to explain to the world ……”
Lucrecia sighed and could only follow her father onto the dinghy with mixed feelings.
The three speedboats left the dock and sped towards the exit of the cove towards the thick fog that kept rising up with flashes of light and loud noises.
And just as they had just left the exit of the cove, and a few main battleships anchored in the nearby sea could already be seen in front of them, Shirley, as if she suddenly sensed something, violently turned back from the small boat to look in the direction of that small island.
She slowly opened her eyes filled with blood-colored shimmer-
“The island is starting to sink!”
In a series of muffled thunderous roars, the entire Holy Land Island was collapsing and tumbling down as if it were some kind of soft substance that had lost its support, its sea cliffs flowing downwards as if they were melting, pitch-black mud seeping outwards from every inch of mud and rock, gigantic tentacles and jagged jointed limbs penetrating through the softened cliffs and shores, twitching and waving in wild convulsions amidst the ever-rising sea water, while countless wild demons ran and hissed amongst the tumbled rocks and cliffs. countless wild demons ran and hissed among the tumbled rocks and cliffs, seemingly trying to escape, but being pulled by an invisible force, unable to get out of the confines of the Holy Land Island, and could only follow the entire island as it continued to “sink.”……
Duncan noticed that the Holy Land Island is not actually sinking into the sea water, but as if it is melting as it is constantly “melting” on the sea level.
Pilot One was slowly “pulling back” the limb that had been mistakenly extended into the reality dimension.
Even though the collapse of the Asylum was imminent, even though his own loss of control was irreversible, he was still repairing the system’s errors to the best of his ability, and slowing down the tipping point of the eventual collapse.
Just …… how many more times can this “delay” take effect?
Duncan and Alice sat at the rear of the boat, looking back at the island of the Holy Land has been about to completely “dissolve” in the sea water, its last outline in the increasingly thick fog shaking, as if a gradually fading dream.
Before the silhouette completely dissipated, Duncan vaguely heard a sound – it was a low tremor, along the breeze.
“Don’t forget our pact, usurper of fire ……”
Duncan felt someone grab his arm, and he turned his head, and what was clearest in the fog were Alice’s deep purple eyes.
“I hear him talking, Captain.”
“I hear him too Alice, can you still find that place where he is?”
“Well,” Alice nodded, but then scratched her hair immediately afterward, “but I don’t know exactly how, just that …… I can still lead you to him if you need to, because I remember the …… ‘the way’.”
Duncan nodded gently, “That’s enough.”
Alice hesitated and asked cautiously, “So …… we’ll go back for him?”
“I think …… we will.”
“And about when?”
“…… At least until the end of the world.”
(End of chapter)