It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

Shadow glanced at the map. In her eyes, the sea area was filled with chaotic and damp water elements.Just like it is not a map but actually exists on parchment, a door leading to the deep sea.

Behind the wet mist is an upside-down city, chaotic palaces and singing that makes people want to fall asleep.

She didn't dare to look any further, and turned her gaze away.

It's just that this brief peep made the doll's eyes moist, and whispers that made people tranced in their ears.

A gentle force covered the map, interrupting the connection that was gradually forming, causing the whispers and the damp moisture to recede quickly.

"The combat power of Brunhilde and those heroic warriors is beyond my imagination. The probability of our victory is not small... I just don't know why, but I still feel a little uneasy."

"If it goes well, there will never be any accidents in the awakening ceremony, and no factor can prevent her from waking up."

"Maybe it's the power of that existence that has left more than expected, and we will suffer unimaginable losses?"

Due to the sudden change just now, the shadow gave a guess.

"Maybe."

Hyde could not think of any other more plausible explanation.

"But now that the arrow is on the line, we have no other choice."

"time is limited."

He frowned and folded the map, putting it away in a drawer.

"We must eliminate all uncertain factors. I will ask Steve to keep an eye on the emperor's matter and just maintain the status quo for the time being."

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The concept of time has become somewhat blurred in the unchanged environment. If it weren't for the fact that she was always paying attention to the progress of the world's collapse, Ella would have even forgotten how long she had been in this place.

She has been wandering around the wooden house in the snow, observing the people who exist here at the same time but do not touch them.

This was the night with only three days left before the Spring Breeze Day, and she finally saw changes in her unchanged daily life.

The atmosphere in the expedition camp was oppressive and no longer as warm as before.

Gracie Williams has been missing for ten days.During this period, the members of the scientific expedition team have tried various methods to search for any areas where Gracie might have been, but they have not gotten any results.

Even if he was eaten by wild beasts or other accidents happened, there shouldn’t be any clues, but he seemed to have evaporated from the world—or he was swallowed by the mountain itself, fused into the ice and snow and the mountain wall, and never again. Not a trace.

After missing the first day and the best search and rescue period, the hope of finding him has become very slim.

Snowstorms would cover the foothills overnight, returning everything to a dead silence of pure white.

After the time passed to three days, everyone already had a rough answer in their hearts, but no one was willing to say it.

In such a harsh environment, it is not easy for a single person to survive even for a few hours.Even if Gracie was lucky enough to find a usable cave, he didn't carry enough food and fuel to consume, and even if he had - even alone, it would be enough to kill a man.

By the fifth day, most of the members had given up the search and rescue. Only the whalers and Inuit hunters who had recovered from their injured feet would stubbornly go into the mountains to look for Gracie in the name of hunting.

Rand the Whaler wanted to repay his kindness, and this stout man with a black stubble face didn't have much other thoughts.

"Gracey saved me when I was injured and unable to move, now it's my turn to help him."

This is what he has been saying all the time lately.

People had gotten used to their going out and thought it was only Rand's obstinacy.

Until the tenth day after Gracie disappeared, the whalers who went out never came back.

The search for him lasted all day, and like Gracie, the strong whaler disappeared without leaving a trace.

This caused a certain amount of panic, but things quickly calmed down, and people had more or less foreseen Rand's ending before that.

Perhaps they fell off a cliff, which would indeed explain why the remains could not be found.

After that, the people who participated in the daily hunting became Inuit and Army officer Burke.

It's just that the latter refused to take the risk of searching and rescue during the hunting process. His original words were:

"I once lost everything I loved in a matter of minutes...the future of the living is the most important thing, don't pay more for the dead, that's not the way of smart people. Only by leaving the North Pole alive, we have Opportunity to erect graves for these guys and bring the news and the honor they deserve to their families."

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However, even Burke, who claimed to be a smart man, also disappeared.

Chapter 77 Differentiation

Members of the scientific expedition team disappeared one after another. Today, almost no one is willing to go hunting anymore. The reduction in the number of people and the accumulation of hunting results have left enough food to last until the vernal equinox and on the way home.

During such depressing waiting, someone remembered the words that the original missing person, Gracie Williams, once mentioned inadvertently.

[Something is following us! 】

The panic was deepening and spreading rapidly, and reached its peak with a new disappearance.

Without anyone going out, three more people disappeared overnight.

The wooden house was blocked by snow, there were no footprints, no lost luggage, and even those who woke up found that their sleeping bags still had body heat.

This meant that the three of them had been away for less than a quarter of an hour, and they couldn't use any common sense to leave the cabin. Even if the ice melted here, it would leave water stains on the ground.

"It's ghosts and curses!"

Hodgson hugged his shoulders and trembled, his nails that hadn't been trimmed for a long time left deep scratches on the leather coat.

He is a slightly older folklorist, and he doesn't have much professional ability or talent, but some experience accumulated over the years.

Hodgson, who is over 50 years old this year, still has a relatively strong body. This is probably the last long-distance adventure in his life. After that, his physical condition will get worse every year, and he will no longer be able to support such a wild adventure. .

But the so-called "last time" is not the same as "the last time", at least for the parties concerned, the two meanings are completely different.

"It's the dead souls of the ancient Hiberriers. They don't want the ruins of their land to be exposed to the sun. We disturbed their sleep!"

Hodgson became hysterical, his cheeks sunken and his eyes sunken.The old man didn't seem to dare to sleep peacefully at night, he was very worried that he would be the next person to disappear for no reason.

After aging, people often divide into two extremes. One is to gradually look down on the world and wait for death with a calm state and emotion.The other is to deepen the fear of ending with aging,

"I saw it. The three of them didn't go anywhere, they just disappeared into the cabin! I saw with my own eyes that their sleeping bags deflated, and there was a dark figure with an unclear face sitting on the floor after we fell asleep. The man on the chair looked at us quietly, he was, he was——"

The old man's face became ferocious, and his eyeballs protruded as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

"Dead Gracie Williams!"

"Mr. Hodgson, did you really see it with your own eyes?"

His frightened and slightly crazy emotions quickly infected the others, and they began to lower their voices, although it was meaningless to do so in this slightly crowded space, and anyone could clearly hear their discussions.

"It's not that we want to disturb the undead of Ancient Xiberil at all. It's because she thought it was that person who wanted to do this all along. We are just the victims who were implicated!"

"who is she?"

"Who else, of course, is Academician Sibilla Constantine."

Sibilla, who was writing and drawing on a piece of manuscript paper, just raised her head slightly to glance at the general situation after hearing her name, and then continued to lower her head to draw new lines on the manuscript paper.

"Academician Constantine, I think we need an explanation."

Hodgson stood up as a representative.

"What do you want to do!"

The Inuit let out a low growl, stood up in front of Sibylah, and squeezed the cold harpoon tightly.

The people in the wooden house were clearly divided into three groups with the wooden table as the boundary.

Some people started to question the expedition, headed by Hodgson; some people realized that the situation was wrong and began to gather around their employers;

"I don't think Miss Constantine has anything to explain, Mr Hodgson."

Norbold Hall took out a copy of the contract signed by the owner from the inner pocket of his chest, and pointed to the contents.

"This journey will be accompanied by risk and death-this is what I mentioned at the beginning. I have prepared insurance money and generous rewards for each of you, and this money is not used to hire you to question the employer."

"Even some of you are born with dishonorable backgrounds. Cleaning up your past or getting out of prison to participate in this operation are the conditions that everyone negotiated. At this time... are you planning to break the contract?"

He sat on a simple stool, slowly rolled up the contract and put it back in his pocket, as if he didn't notice the imminent situation.

"But before you plan to tear up the contract, I must remind you of one thing. If I, the funder, die here, you will not be able to sail the ship into the port without the corresponding certificate. What is waiting for you will be the company's cooperation The Navy. After cross-examination, it is not difficult for them to find many problems through the information I reserved, and you will lose everything by then."

"Who knows, Director Nobold."

The man who spoke was the man who pointed the finger at Sibyl in the discussion before. He wore a faded turban on his forehead, and his eyes revealed shrewdness and cunning.

"Maybe we don't have to go back to Liverpool. We can bring the contents of Barents's voyage diary to the Dutch. I'm sure they will be interested in it."

"If we are really desperate, the guys on this ship are pretty good too. We can go pirate."

"Yes Drake, I don't doubt that, that's what your ancestors did."

Norbod smiled and affirmed the other party's statement.

"Obviously, we have more choices than what you said, Mr. Director. But I think we are all partners in the same boat, there is no need to make things so rigid, we just need an explanation, a hope of living— —or, I think, the journey could have come to an end here."

Derek spread his hands, and his tone relaxed a little.

"I mean, we've completed great explorations and reached places where no one has ever been before - at least not alive. Those stone ruins have also confirmed the existence of the ancient Hipporian civilization, which is buried in the polar circle. glaciers and permafrost.”

"I don't understand, what are we waiting for, why haven't we returned to a warm place?"

"If only a few days in the morning, Burke can buy a spice manor and enjoy the rest of his life. Williams can bring wealth and fame to propose marriage to the girl he likes. Maybe Rand will play their wedding and even give Serena Williams as godfather."

"I don't understand, why should we stay here to die?"

Sibylah's hand trembled, leaving a smudged streak of ink on the paper.

"Because... it's too late."

Chapter 78 Drowning

Boom—boom—boom—boom!

Row - pull - sizzle!

This is an irregular impact sound, sharp claws scratching across the wood or metal, making the sound of irritating and wanting to smash something.

The beast's body temperature, saliva and fishy smell turned into milky white mist, pouring in from the gaps in the railings and hitting him in the face.