Pirate's Nest Order

The unique fragrance of fresh death stimulates Arlin's taste buds to secrete a large amount of saliva; the struggling soul staying on the warm corpse emits a smell of resentment, begging, and despair, which is better than anything else in the world. Grow condiments.

The surrounding pirates moved towards the depths of the town like locusts passing through, leaving behind ruins and flames. Black smoke obscured Arlin's stern face, and his pupils shrank and trembled into a vertical line, which was very similar. Characteristics of some cold-blooded animals.

"Fike, go search those rooms again, maybe there is something left behind." Yarlin lowered his head and walked towards the woman's body.

The hoarse and depressing voice carried a kind of palpitating weirdness. Fick swallowed back the rebuttal that came to his mouth, and walked towards the door that was knocked open in the distance without knowing why. Soon there was a collision of rummaging inside Voice.

Ya'erlin looked at the woman's body lying in a pool of blood, and a pair of eyes stared at the dull child with unrepentant eyes, and his expression was fixed on a face intertwined with despair and nostalgia.Touching the woman's skin through the glove, the remaining warm touch and distorted emotion made his fingertips tremble suddenly, and countless thin strips like dead branches vibrated on the entire leather glove, as if there was something under the glove. The living creature woke up and couldn't wait to choose someone to devour.

"Astor, please be quiet."

Yarlin took off his black linen gloves and stared intently at his left hand, which seemed to be alive. It seemed that his left hand felt the danger and warning in his eyes, and it calmed down slowly and with difficulty.

In this way, his left hand finally revealed the whole picture calmly. It was a black blood line, like a dense tattoo covering the entire back of the hand. Starting from the fingernails, countless black lines spread and twisted, like countless tree whiskers twisted and twisted. The fingers finally spiraled into a pitch-black ring on the back of the hand.

And on the opposite side of the back of the hand facing the ring, there is a black vertical line that splits the texture of the entire palm into two.

The black lines and the rings are one front and one reverse, one front and one back, overlapping together to form a vertical eye, which is tightly closed, just like Yarlin's pupils at the moment.

He called it Asturval

The index finger is cold and has no temperature, sticking to the center of the woman's eyebrows, sliding down slowly and firmly, the black lines between the fingers suddenly come to life again, the black lines spread rapidly on the woman's face, the dense lines start from the center of the eyebrows like an upside down The spindle covered the woman's whole body until Yarlin's index finger slid towards the woman's chest, and all the black threads were gathered here in an instant.

Between the eyebrows, the position of the pineal gland, the residence of the soul; the chest, where the heart is, the source of physical life.

It starts from the eyebrows and ends at the heart. This is complete.

"I'm hungry." Yaerlin licked his slightly dry lips. "To be precise, Astu Bader is hungry. Oh, it's not important. What's important is that this feeling of hunger is so uncomfortable. I I have endured it for two months, and now I am very weak, my face is very pale, and I can’t sleep every day... If I don’t eat, I will die.”

I had killed people in my previous life, but I had never done something as heavy-handed as cannibalism. The psychological barrier was not easy to overcome. Yaerlin muttered to the woman's corpse, even more trying to explain himself.

Feeling the temperature on the woman's body gradually become colder, Yarlin's index finger trembled even more.

Food becomes stale when it's cold.

"In exchange for the first meal, woman, I promise you, I will avenge you, and they will reunite with you soon." Yarlin's five fingers clenched tightly, and the black thread woven spindle was pulled and contracted , With just one breath, the woman's body and soul were all constricted and annihilated, turning into a wriggling black spot and blending into the black thread.

The black line thinned and converged back to the back of the hand, and everything returned to calm.

"Huh." He stood up with a long sigh of relief, his face softened a lot, and the vertical pupils returned to normal, "It looks like it's not as bloody as I imagined."

The ground was very clean, except for a pool of blood and not a drop of flesh or dregs.

Cherishing food is a praiseworthy quality.

"Can you simplify the ritual and make eating more efficient, Astu Bader?"

There was no response from the left hand, calm as if everything that happened just now was just Yarlin's imagination, Yarlin curled his lips and put on his gloves, slandering in his heart: "You bastard who won't admit it when he's full."

Then, he grinned, and a text message transformed from his thoughts suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Asturkel: With the fall of the gods, he was born from the dead remains of the abyss, the last resurgence of the endless abyss, he is Asturkel, the corpse of the mythical era, the nest of alienation and flesh and blood, The master who brought death and slavery, all creatures he passed became his slaves, and all civilizations were swallowed up by him to become his nutrient, he is the most terrifying natural disaster in countless cosmic epochs, he is... . . ”

"It's long-winded, keep it short"

The text stopped suddenly, and he seemed to hear a proud "hum" sound. The text in his mind shattered like glass, and there was probably the sound of a broken glass heart.

New words quickly emerged, brief and perfunctory: Asturbadir: the brood of alienation and flesh, the master who brings death and slavery. incomplete seed

Devouring: Devouring all flesh and blood into nutrients for one's own growth.Full species in the next stage.

Transformation: transforming dead creatures into their own servants. The servants at this stage have no autonomous consciousness and can only accept the simplest instructions.

Absorption: You can absorb the essence of flesh and blood from the same kind of life forms to strengthen your basic quality.

Ya'erlin squinted his eyes, and his brain quickly thought about the meaning of each word, making sure that he did not miss anything or misunderstand it.

In the first place, he cross-analyzes and processes the obtained information with his own situation in order to control the benefits and disadvantages to the greatest extent, and try to deduce and optimize future possibilities. This is his instinct, even if he travels through time Even after changing his body, this instinct remains unforgettable.

Even in the previous life, this ability finally pushed him to prison and death penalty, but it will not happen again in this life.

When Yarlin was thinking, he habitually touched the center of his eyebrows, and the still cold touch through the gloves made him tremble, and put away his thoughts: "Black Finger is officially online, the point is that I can finally sleep well tonight. "

"Damn it, I found nothing but a pile of broken wood." Fick walked over angrily, and was stunned for a moment before wondering, "Where's that woman's body?"

"Ahhhhhh" the voice was shrill and sharp, piercing the eardrums. The boy kneeling on the ground looked at the empty blood stains on the ground, as if a computer that had crashed suddenly resumed operation. His empty eyes became focused, and he turned stiffly. His neck searched for the body that should be on the ground.

Apparently nowhere to be found.

Then he seemed not sure what he saw in his trance, until his stiff eyes focused on the black glove of Yaerlin's left hand. He paused, and then suddenly jumped up from the ground as if he was stimulated by some kind, and uttered something vague in his mouth. The incomprehensible scream was like a crazy little beast crashing into Yaerlin. First-class small station first release

Yarlin kicked the boy mercilessly sideways in the lower abdomen, the boy fell to the ground and couldn't get up, swallowing and wailing, he raised his head and stared at Yarlin and Fick with hatred eyes.

"Hey, kid, I didn't kill your mother." Fick showed a fierce expression.

"Nice eyes." Arlin walked over with a blank expression, knelt down and pressed his right hand to the boy's head, "Remember this feeling of hatred, it can keep you alive."

The boy stared at Yarlin with wide eyes, as if he wanted to imprint this villain's face into his soul.

Yarlin was indifferent, he raised his hand slightly to knock the boy unconscious, stood up and walked into the dark forest in the distance like carrying a dead dog, found a sunken pothole and threw it in, then turned and walked away go back.

"Yarlin, you have become kind. You saved that kid's life." Fike looked at Yaerlin curiously. "That kid will sleep until we all leave. Of course, if there is no food, he will still be hungry." die."

"Mercy" Yaerlin sneered: "Fike, you are wrong, life is much crueler than death."

"Living is crueler than death." Fick chewed this sentence carefully. When had this damn pirate heard such philosophical words? His eyes lit up: "This sentence is really great. If I die, I must have this sentence engraved on my tombstone."

The brain circuit of a pirate is really different.

"I don't know if there will be a tombstone when you die." Yaerlin looked at the pirates who could vaguely see the wealth in the distance, and said coldly: "But if we don't take action, we may really do it this time. You will die." If you love reading, how can you not follow this public account? Search v-letter for: or popular online articles, let's chat about online articles together~