Chapter 241: Blood of the Innocents (1/3)
Chapter 241 Blood of Innocents (13)
"You are a little bit stronger than I imagined. I thought you were just a silly young master of a wealthy family, but I didn't expect you to have some backbone."
Seeing Isengard catching up with him, Ian commented quite sincerely: "Don't be too guilty, this parasite is very unusual, I even suspect that it is a kind of spiritual creature—otherwise, there is no way to explain how it can be used in such a way. The takeover of the human body at a high speed...is not so much a takeover of the nerves as it is some kind of ghost possession."
Psychic creatures exist in the continent of Terra. Although they are rare, they are not mysterious.
Just like goblins and ghosts, they are a special kind of psychic creatures—goblins needless to say, when a person with psychic talent dies tragically in the violent mood swings that can awaken him, it may disturb the surrounding psychic field and become a boarding house. In a certain area, a ghost wandering in a special place.
In addition, there are also some special creatures, such as the sea of trees in the big redwood forest, which can naturally communicate with other creatures of the same kind by virtue of the natural spiritual energy field, and then form a group of psionic bodies like the will of the sea of trees.
Just now, Ian thought of this possibility when he ruled out the disease for Master Goser... Yes, if the brain-eating worms are inextricably linked with the aborigines, the method of merging the aborigines and the totem master into one is an alternative Parasitic, does the will of the sea of trees have another kind of reappearance in the ruins?
Say, some sort of parasite swarm consciousness?
Rather, the technology that the aborigines used to domesticate wild beasts into war beasts and even elephant soldiers in batches is really so easy to lose, and it is really just a pure 'craft' rather than a special 'bloodline' ?
With such doubts and conjectures in mind, Ian carried Master Goser on his back and walked lightly.
Although the chest and abdomen of the old man behind him has a strange steel feel, and the weight is much heavier than the average old man, but to him, it is no different from a wooden board.
“…not guilt.”
After walking quickly behind Ian, Isengarde said in a low voice after being silent for a while: "These fishermen and businessmen did nothing, but because of the internal strife in our Ellen family, they were affected and fell into this place. , was parasitized by strange insects and died."
"I'm not guilty, I'm just...I'm just angry."
Clenching his fists, Ian heard it for the first time, and has always seemed a little silly, and even a little optimistic, Isengard, would actually have such unwillingness and sadness.
And Isengard's words continued: "They did nothing wrong, they just died like this because they were involved in the conspiracy surrounding me... They didn't want to! They didn't do anything wrong..."
"You are sympathizing with yourself." Ian nodded, interrupting Isengard's statement of grief and indignation: "Because in essence, these people are the same as you."
He said seriously: "You are also very innocent and have done nothing wrong, but you are still involved in the conspiracy."
"The difference between you and them is that you haven't died yet."
These words made the blond boy silent and fell into deep thought.
After a long time, when Ian hurriedly chose a cave fork for the fourth time and entered without hesitation, he suddenly realized and said to himself: "Yes..."
"I'm alive...I gotta figure out why...I gotta get to the truth!"
"If you really feel empathy for ordinary people, if you are really angry at the death of innocent people."
And the white-haired boy poured cold water on him again: "Don't get too excited now, we are still in a dangerous situation, we will talk about these things after we get out."
“Whether it is the truth, indignation, self-blame or guilt, only those who survive can find and bear it.”
"Hmm." This time Isengard really calmed down, and he even smiled again: "I understand what you mean, Ian, thank you for your comfort."
Actually, Ian didn’t want to comfort him, he just told the truth objectively—telling the truth at this time is good for everyone.
Besides, he is still using his foresight vision to observe the changes in the fog on Isengard beside him, and decide how he should walk in the corridor.
—A place where you can temporarily hide, and you can escape and chase after soldiers with flying flames.
Although the conditions were very harsh, the Vision of Foresight faithfully played its role. Ian drove all the way, leading the two of them on the 'correct' road without any pause.
"By the way, Ian, it's a little presumptuous."
Having regained a little bit of energy, Isengard now has the time and experience to recall the previous battle.
He wasn't surprised by Ian's fighting ability, after all, he knew that this peer was indeed far better than himself in this respect.
He was mainly curious about the skills Ian showed: "I seem to see that you used the 'Water Blade'?"
"That seems to be the effect of the inscription on Qing Chao's long sword? Have you met him? Is he... okay?"
Qingchao is the code name of the sea-born wave patroller, and the sea-born long sword in his hand is exactly the elite inscription long sword that Ian has re-engraved with a silver chip.
Isengard likes the adventure stories Qingchao tells and his experience as a mercenary—although the other party has been recruited by the Platinum Iridium Workshop, he needs a lot of money and constant work in order for his own children to become sublimators. It's only good to go out on missions, so I often take on outside jobs.
"No, I'm just familiar with the inscription, so I used the source quality in my body to simulate and engrave it."
After speaking, Ian noticed that Isengard's eyes were wide open with a shocked expression on his face. He also knew how outrageous what he had done.
Indeed, inscriptions are also the basis of various sublimation techniques.
Many sublimators have special abilities because the source quality has engraved some special inscription structures in the bones and flesh and blood.
But temporarily use memory to arrange the source quality into an inscription engraving to drive it? It's as incredible as if someone could memorize a book backwards!
But these are trivial things. He is a genius anyway. Although this kind of thing is unimaginable, it is not impossible, so Ian just smiled: "To be honest, I have a good memory since I was a child. The inscription of the first energy level can be seen at a glance." I can remember."
"No wonder... No wonder those masters of inscriptions said that it is absolutely impossible for normal people to meet their apprenticeship standards."
The blond boy looked at Ian in awe, he obviously misunderstood something.
Soon, he had no time to be curious.
Because Ian led him around and came to an underground river.
"...Do you really want to go in? This is an underground river deep in the ground. If you are not careful, you will be lost forever!"
Looking at the pitch-black waterway, Isengard swallowed his saliva even though he knew that this was the only option for himself and the old man to inject water breathing medicine.
He is indeed very confident in Ian, but he should still be afraid: "Are you really not going to get lost?"
"Don't worry, didn't I say so."
While speaking, Ian stretched out his hand and tore Isengard into the water: "I have a photographic memory."
Isengard can swim, but the turbulent underground currents around the ruins of the pre-epoch civilization are obviously not his domain—he can only hold on to Ian's arm tightly, trying not to be thrown away as much as possible.
In just a few breaths, Ian drove the fairy wings, crossed a straight river, and entered a larger underground cavity.
The cavity has been filled with water. In the scan of the silver chip, the whole is a huge pool with a length of three to four hundred meters and a depth of more than seventy meters.
The water temperature here is much lower than other places, almost zero degrees, but there are still some strange moss-shaped algae growing at the bottom of the pool.
At the bottom of the algae colony in this ice pool, there is a triangular outlet. Ian followed the water flow into the crack, and was a little surprised to find that there was a straight line of water in front of it, which obviously had artificial traces.
—Sure enough, I felt strange just now, are ordinary underground waterways so straight?
—Could it be that this is also the scope of the remains of the pre-epoch civilization, and this place is a large reservoir?
With such doubts, Ian followed the straight waterway, and soon took Master Gosai and Yisen to the end of the waterway—another huge cave shrouded in hazy fluorescent lights one after another.
The water flowing out of the water channel is connected to the pond here, and the running water is continuously input into it.
The temperature in the cave was very low and extremely humid, and the air was filled with a strange fragrance.
The place where the water came out was not far from the shore, and Ian took the two of them ashore, and then observed the surroundings.
"Ahem..." Amidst the coughing sound of the blond boy, Ian suddenly raised his hand, signaling the other party not to make a sound.
The boy frowned and looked towards the corner of the cave not far away.
In the darkness, there seemed to be something quite huge slowly squirming, approaching them.
"Be careful." He clenched the long sword around his waist: "Get ready to fight, there are protozoans here."
Isengard was taken aback for a moment, and before he had time to check the situation for Master Goser, he hurriedly got up, holding a knife in his hand and guarding against Ian together.
The moment Ian opened his mouth, the wriggling sounds in the corner of the cave stopped abruptly.
Immediately afterwards, a shadow came out from the corner.
That is a giant mushroom as tall as a person!
Of course, just a giant mushroom cannot move by itself.
It must have grown feet.
Ian and Isengarde looked at the underside of the giant fungus together, but they were taken aback at the same time.
"Swamp Crocodile?"
(end of this chapter)
