Crown of Silence

Chapter 545 The Lightless Sea

In the middle of the night, the guards on the cliff raised their lanterns, illuminating the countless iron sands.

That was the tide.

Amid the earth-shaking roar, the thunderclouds moved and sprinkled a heavy rainstorm. The sticky and cold water vapor filled the sea and sky, filling the lungs, taking away the temperature, and making people breathless.

The frenzied rainstorm fell from the sky.

The countless thumb-sized raindrops broke through the air, but merged into the angry tide silently. With them, they washed the coast.

The ocean has become something inaccessible.

Like a monster.

The tides and sea tides that are enough to tear apart steel are venting their anger crazily.

Under the cover of the vague fog, it seems that there is an invisible behemoth rolling up the sea water, stimulating ocean currents, and causing the entire ocean to turbulent.

Even the reefs that had been washed for thousands of years were cracked under the aftermath of this horror. In the hurricane, those tiny cracks made a wailing sound, wandering between the dark sky and earth.

As if frightened, the guard stared at the tide in a daze for a long time, his eyes became dazed, swaying in the hurricane, losing his center of gravity, and falling to the dancing darkness under the cliff.

Until the last moment, the chill of death made him react and screamed hoarsely.

Behind him, a hand reached out, grabbed his collar and pulled back.

The guard who fell forward was pulled back and fell into the pool of water on the ground. The heavy rain passed through the brim of his hat and splashed on his face, piercingly cold, bringing dull pain.

The aftermath of facing death made his face pale, and he breathed heavily, staring at his companions dully:

"I...I..."

"You are possessed."

The companion said, "I called you for ten minutes below, and you didn't respond. Fortunately, I came up to take a look, otherwise..."

Otherwise?

Otherwise, something bad will happen.

This kind of thing has happened many times in these days, and everyone has known it tacitly, so there is no need to mention it deliberately.

"I just came out to get some fresh air, but I didn't expect it to be..."

The guard stammered and was pulled up by his companion. The old thin man patted the guard on the shoulder: "Go back first. A batch of food has just arrived. The cook made some soup. Go and drink a bowl while it's hot. I'll take care of it here."

The guard nodded, took a step back, and looked at him with gratitude: "Naven, be careful. Yesterday... Lao Gai jumped from here."

"Go, go."

Naven waved his hand. He skillfully laid a waterproof blanket under a protruding rock, curled up in it, and hid in this small shelter.

Then he reached out and took out a windproof lighter from his thick raincoat and lit his pipe.

It was not until the warm smoke poured into his lungs and dispelled the chill lingering in his chest that he let out a long breath, his tense body slightly relaxed, and he stared in awe at the tide only two or three meters away from him under the cliff, as well as the dark ocean and sky in the distance.

The pocket watch said it was twelve noon.

Go to ****** twelve o'clock.

He spit.

As a member of the Fifth Department, and a special operative who specializes in doing dirty work, he has been to various places around the world for more than ten years since he retired from the Navy, and has seen countless harsh environments, but he never thought that one day Anglu would become like this.

In particular, the Cave Monastery was originally a resort famous for its pleasant climate, but now, those hotels and roads have been submerged under the dark tide, leaving only the monastery built on the cliffs halfway up the mountain to barely maintain its integrity.

With the arrival of the fog, more than half of the few land territories of Anglu in the coastal areas have been submerged, and no one knows whether the islands in the depths of the fog are still alive.

According to the emergency regulations of the fifth department's wartime plan, the mainland of Anglu is now equivalent to being lost. In addition to the silent period of institutions around the world.

Except for the necessary members, all other action personnel need to obey the dispatch and quickly gather at the designated location. Those who fail to arrive on time will be regarded as treason.

Now, according to the dispatch of the emergency person in charge in the communication, more than 400 commissioners from all over the country who have experience in demon and natural disaster operations have arrived.

I have been waiting in the cave monastery for more than a week.

And the emergency person in charge has no news except for the sudden order nine days ago. Although the commissioners who stayed here still maintained discipline and order, they have begun to be confused.

Originally, everyone who came here was an elite selected by Anglo from all the local people. There were musicians and elites with various abilities. Everyone's nerves were not as fragile as a girl, who would scream and shout when encountering something.

But this time, the situation was different from before.

In addition to the harsh environment and unguaranteed supplies outside, the biggest threat to them... was this ocean.

There has been no light for more than nine days.

In this lightless sea full of strange demons, it seems that there are strange temptations from hell. In recent days, more than ten people have disappeared. Four bodies floated back from the sea, and they have been soaked white.

Everyone's mental state has become abnormal, and some of the serious ones have been isolated. It is said that two people have committed suicide.

A man cut his wrists and scribbled with blood before dying. The things he drew have been washed off, and no one has seen them except the person who cleaned them up. The person in charge of cleaning them up gradually became abnormal later and was isolated.

"******."

Naven spit and smeared again.

He was a little scared.

Now that Anglo has become like this, no one knows what will happen if we wait any longer.

It is obviously a storm, which should be deafening, but now there is no sound at all.

The silence makes people feel creepy.

He is a child of a fisherman. When he was a child, his father would not let him go on the boat with him, and even would not let him touch the fishing nets, but drove him to make a living on his own.

Now I finally understand the silent expression of my father when he looked at the ocean before.

The deep sea is like a womb, pregnant with disasters.

"It's so scary."

He sighed, curled up under the blanket, staring at the darkness in the distance, but there was an impulse in his heart... an impulse to walk into it and let the darkness melt himself.

This might become a part of something huge, a tiny part...

Soon, such an impulse was wiped out.

Pons interruption surgery.

This is one of his few advantages, and lurking spies rarely perform such surgery on themselves. There are many inconveniences in dividing memories to prevent musicians from reading minds and checking, but he has never thanked his original decision, which allowed him to look at this ocean that has become a monster with a calm mood.

In silence, he smoked his pipe, talked to himself, lowered his head and played Sudoku on his notes, neglecting his duties.

The visibility was less than three meters, the environment was so bad that even fish could not survive, and the desolation had been forgotten... In this case, what was the point of being a sentry?

But in the silence, he suddenly felt cold water drops on his head.

He looked up in surprise, only to see the rocks above his head that shielded him from the rain trembling, silently, but as if there was an earthquake, the water drops fell down.

He rolled over subconsciously and climbed up from the water in a panic.

Then, he fell into a daze.

Then, with the flickering light of the wind lantern, he saw for the first time the terrifying scene between the dark sea and sky.

At some point, the sea had already raised a frenzied giant wolf, and the dark clouds pressed down like an iron curtain. It was as if the heaven and earth were closing together, and all the dust and ants were completely crushed.

But in the darkness, a high-pitched scream suddenly burst out.

That was the sound of a whistle.

The tide was breaking, like frozen ice being broken. In the iron sand-like waves, ripples spread out, and wherever they passed, there were countless sharp echoes of steel collisions.

The harsh sound tore through the darkness that seemed to have substance.

So the curtain formed by layers of heavy rain was torn apart, and the huge steel creation burst out with terrifying power, forcibly squeezed in from the outside world, and passed through this terrifying sea and sky.

Wherever it passed, the chaotic music theory and the distorted reality rubbed against each other, and the aftermath of the interference of nature leaked out, leaving a burning track.

The bow opened up the waves, and it actually made a sound of iron rubbing against iron. It moved forward inch by inch, tearing the tide inch by inch, leaving behind an illusion of fire, lingering in the water vapor, forming a virtual image of flame.

The iron wheel that had just been launched was now moving at an incredible speed under the drive of the overdrive engine.

Naven sat on the ground in a daze, staring at the iron wheel moving between the sea and the sky, moving forward.

The tide blocked it, and it broke through the tide.

The rain blocked it, and it ignited the rain.

The reef blocked it, and it crushed the reef.

Wherever it passed, even the phenomenon was torn and destroyed.

The figurehead had long been broken, and the steel hull was covered with scratches. It was unknown what had happened along the way. Even a large hole had cracked on the left hull, revealing twisted ribs.

It was hideous.

In the low vibration, the ship hit the edge of the cliff and burst into a sharp sound.

Then, the searchlight was lit, and the hot light emitted by the burning mercury was like the pupil of a monster, shining on Naven's position.

In the dazzling light, nothing could be seen clearly, only the sound of footsteps could be heard.

A vague figure walked down from the deck, stepped on the broken stones and the water on the ground, and finally stopped in front of Naven, looking down.

The sense of crisis brought to Naven by those eyes was more terrifying than the dazzling searchlight, making Naven feel cold all over, and inexplicable fear radiated from his heart.

At that moment, Naven's body bounced up from the ground, with five fingers together, cutting across the throat of the intruder. The other hand pulled out the dagger in the boot and slashed it from bottom to top.

A perfect counterattack.

Then, there was a moment of unconsciousness.

It was like being run over by a carriage head-on.

When he came to his senses, he felt a sharp pain all over his body. He fell to the ground again, his hands were numb, and the dagger had slipped out of his hand and fell into the fingers of the visitor. It spun around deftly and was thrown to the ground.

The visitor sighed.

A ring was thrown into Naven's arms.

The ring carried the royal emblem, and the inner layer was engraved with a unique code.

The texture of the tentacles and the secret codes were correct. Although he was not a musician and could not read the etheric fluctuations and the codes in the alchemical matrix, the identity of the visitor was beyond doubt.

Naven looked up in astonishment. Under the blazing light, the young man's white hair looked like burning metal, sharp and fierce. Then, he heard a voice.

"What's your name?"

"Naven." He answered truthfully: "Naven Taylor."

"Very good, Naven, calm down."

The visitor reached out and pulled him up from the ground, patting his shoulder: "Take a breath, then take my badge and go find your superior."

He looked at Naven, his dark pupils like this ocean without light:

"-Tell them, I'm here."