The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

Perlis recalled the previously deserted town of Ankamouth and the mist that seemed to hide countless gazes. Thinking of everything in front of her, her expression was no longer calm, her mouth trembled slightly, and a rare trace of fear appeared on her pretty and indifferent face.

It turns out that they have been walking on the streets of Ankamouth.

They are always watching.

7) Sea Mist Room (Part 12)

The monsters before her looked more like humans than those that Perlis had seen in the ruins of a shipwreck. They had flesh and blood, similar postures to humans, and a city where they lived.

What lurks behind the fog is not the iron cannon fire of the Thebites, but a group of...fish-like humans.

"..."

Just as Perlis was in a daze, all those strange figures stopped moving. Their necks turned unnaturally towards Perlis, and some even turned 180 degrees and stared at Perlis.

Perlis saw their eyes clearly - they were a pair of big round eyes that seemed unable to close forever, with inky lines between the whites of their eyes, making them look hideous and scary.

Oops... I've been discovered... Perlis quickly recalled the rules and caught the one that could handle similar situations:

"...Please imitate them..."

It's easy to say, but how do you imitate fish?

"..."

Perlis stared at the monsters stiffly for a while, then took action with an extremely reluctant expression -

"Ahh..."

Perlis threw the candle and caught it with her arched back, then bent over and opened her mouth wide, pretending to breathe hard. She held her arms tightly to her body, only her hands moved, pretending to be fins moving in the water.

At the same time, she tried her best to open her eyes as wide as possible and not blink, imitating the fish-like monsters.

"..."

The atmosphere on the entire street froze. The monsters were staring at Perlis, and Perlis was staring at them as if she were a fish.

Don't look at me... I'm a fish too... Perlis maintained her posture and gradually felt a little tired...

However, those "fish" had no intention of moving their eyes away. One or two of them even trembled unnaturally a few times, and made strange noises in their throats that Perlis could not understand.

Oops... It won't be useless...

Perlis was a little flustered. She was not actually afraid of fighting with these guys who looked old, weak, sick and disabled, but this was the [Netherworld] after all. Perhaps there were some rules in operation that she didn't know about, and she couldn't act arbitrarily.

"..."

As Perlis and the monsters were in a stalemate for longer and longer, she was about to give up. Watching her movements, the "fish" seemed to be ready to move closer to her, just waiting for her to show a flaw.

But at this moment, a deep and deep bell sounded from afar -

"Boom-"

All the "fish" turned their eyes in that direction. Perlis looked in the direction and found that it was the trace of a clock tower behind the dark curtain.

That's... the church's bell tower?

As soon as this thought came into Perlis's mind, she heard a long and high-pitched prayer chant coming from afar:

"Yeah! Praise to the great Imhotaros!"

“He is the eyes of the abyss and the ocean, the one who unites the origin and the ultimate!”

“May your name spread, and may your kingdom return!”

"May your will be done above the stars, beyond the arms of the White Flame."

"..."

The song was sung in a language that went straight to the soul, causing countless broken fragments to flash before Perlis' eyes - the sea, the giant eye in the sky, the dark touch that stained the stars, and the broken spires.

Then, her sight was fixed on a picture: it was a man standing up from the dark lake, his silver eyes dyed black, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was crazy and elegant——

"Well..."

Perlis could no longer maintain the posture of imitating a fish. She staggered back two steps and leaned against the wall, blood flowing from her nose.

Damn...those monsters...

Perlis subconsciously wanted to draw her sword to defend herself, but when she looked around, she found that the "fish" were no longer facing her.

They began to move towards the direction where the bell sound came from at different speeds, making strange sounds from their throats, which looked extremely terrifying.

"..."

Perlis took a few deep breaths, and red veins began to flow in her body, repairing the damage she had previously suffered.

There is no doubt that the song was sung in the original ancient divine language that has not been "de-informalized", so it contains a lot of information beyond the song.

If an ordinary person heard this song, he would probably go crazy or die... No wonder the rules outside say "stay away from the church."

But it’s different after entering the town of Ankamouth in the [Netherworld]: the church is most likely the only exit, so you can only rely on luck and take risks.

Most of the images that flashed through the song, Perlis had seen them in her subconscious and dreams, but the last image seemed a little strange: a man standing up from a dark lake. Perlis always felt that she might have seen him somewhere, but she had no deep impression of him at all.

Who was he? Why did he appear in the information stream attached to the ancient hymn? Perlis memorized that half face in her mind and decided to pay attention to it in the future.

"..."

Looking at the "fish" swarming towards the church, Perlis took a deep breath, and after confirming that the candle was still burning fully, she followed their steps and blended in.

They seemed to be completely unaware of Perlis's presence. Their wide-open eyes stared blankly in the direction of the church, while their bodies moved forward automatically by some instinct, stiff and unfamiliar.

Holding the candle, a barrier of candlelight blocked the darkness in the hut for Perlis. She felt her breathing was much smoother than when she was in the town of Ankamouth above. Her neck no longer ached, and she no longer had the illusion that she was growing gills.

But even so, walking in this dark town still gave her a sense of absurdity that penetrated deep into her bones: the buildings on the roadside became more and more bizarre as she followed the "fish" deeper, with fewer and fewer traces of human beings, replaced by more and more algae and shells, as well as many plants that obviously only appear in the deep sea, forming part of those buildings.

From those dark windows, Perlis heard all kinds of strange whispers. Although those whispers seemed vague, Perlis was sure of one thing: they were definitely not human languages, at least not any language she had ever heard.

"..."

Soon, after following the school of fish in black robes through several blocks, the outline of a church gradually appeared in Perlis's field of vision. This church looked completely different from any church Perlis had seen in Wilkin, La Vatino and other areas. Its style was very unique, with a bit of beauty in its barbarism, and a few finely crafted details in its roughness.

The walls of the church were inlaid with a lot of sand and shellfish from the seabed, and the whole body was covered with algae. On the top of the church, a strange statue stood.

Perlis wanted to take a closer look at the statue, but her gaze only fell on it for a moment before the sense of murderous intent made her involuntarily look away.

"..."

A feeling of panic spread, making Perlis a little breathless.

7) Sea Mist Room (Part 13)

What is that...? Perlis covered her chest and took a deep breath to steady her breathing.

With just a glance, Perlis could roughly piece together the appearance of the statue: a huge eyeball surrounded by tentacles with layers of scales, and the lifeless eyeball was overflowing with a hint of madness, as if it wanted to drag everything within sight into the abyss of its eyes.

Eyes... tentacles... Based on these two elements, Perlis unconsciously recalled the huge eyes she had seen in that dark space, and the dark tentacles that stretched out from the deep sea cracks and tried to devour her.

What they worship...is that "thing"?

What they worship...is that eye?

"..."

Perlis looked towards the narrow square in front of the church, where countless figures in black robes with towering backs were lying on the ground. Only two arms with fins and skinny bones were sliding irregularly on the ground, as if they were performing some terrifying pagan ritual.

Are they... worshipping that thing? Just as this thought flashed through Perlis's mind, the magnificent bell rang again -

"Boom-"

She immediately squatted down, put the candle on the ground, covered her ears with her hands and closed her eyes tightly.

The vague prayers and songs hit Polys's eardrums. She tried her best to empty her mind and not let herself be eroded by the high information entropy language.

When the singing gradually faded, Perlis opened her eyes and stood up holding the candle. She saw those fish-like creatures still worshipping, their bloated and thick jaws kept moving, uttering vague words similar to sick moans.

She looked at the closed door of the church again, and for the first time she felt hesitant.

For Perlis, everything before her eyes gave her a strong sense of disconnection from the 18 years of life she had experienced before. These monsters, whose very existence seemed to be blaspheming the world, were worshiping an indescribable statue in the church.

Even though Perlis was quite powerful at this moment, she still had a girl's instinctive fear of everything behind the door.

But she recalled what Bridger and Chord had said, the other side of the truth that Ikan Gellert had mentioned, and Hallilali, whom she had not seen for a long time.

"call..."

Among the aliens pouring into the square, Perlis took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and her eyes gradually became firm.

Then she walked across the square in front of the church, passed the kneeling "fish", and stood in front of the church door.

Staring at the church door with strange reliefs and algae and shellfish, a halo lit up in Perlis's eyes, ready to face danger at any time.

Then she stretched out a small white hand and pushed open the door.

......

Looking at the [evil spirit] Miyamoto Jun who was on the verge of death in front of her, Aoi's eyes, shining with bright golden light, were still sharp.

She once again thought about what the [Evil Spirit] said, and then spoke coldly:

"What do you mean? The Wilkins? They're on this island too?"

"Hehehe... You can pretend that you know nothing... Even if you really know nothing, it won't change your clumsy nature, [Red Devil]..."

[Evil Spirit] had a hideous smile on his face which was twisted and distorted by the burns, and he didn't seem to care about his own life or death at all.

"Those poisonous snakes hid in our airship and attacked us, along with Venia Irenforno's "Executioner"... They... somehow summoned the fog... Hehe, plus you..."

[Evil Spirit] muttered to himself while rubbing his neck roughly, as if something was stirring there.

"I betrayed Dila, but I didn't expect to be betrayed by the Thebites again... Go ahead, kill me, Federation..."

Looking at the somewhat hideous appearance of the [Evil Spirit], Aoi's expression did not change for a few seconds. Her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and her thoughts in her mind were constantly working.

The Wilkins... Venia Irenfono... How are these two guys connected? The Executioner seems to be a member of the Iron Guard, but according to Pace Monarch, wasn't he shot in the head by a bullet from nowhere at the Wanren Mountain execution ground?

Thinking of this, Aoi looked at the evil spirit on the ground and said coldly:

"Where did all the people who disappeared in the fog go? How can we find them?"

"If I knew that you would be facing the iron torrent of the Sixth Legion of Thebit instead of me alone..." The [Evil Spirit] said viciously, "But don't even think about finding [Pure White Flame] again. None of my soldiers have returned... She can't come back either..."

At this moment, the [Evil Spirit] suddenly stood up, picked up the sword on the ground, and slashed at Aoi fiercely -

"You can go keep her company (Dila)!"

Facing the sneak attack, Aoi simply stretched out her hand expressionlessly, and twisted it. The armored wrist of the [Evil Spirit] turned 180 degrees, making a terrible sound of breaking bones.

Then, she took the sword from the [Evil Spirit] and kicked him in the stomach, slashing with the sword -

"bass--"

"..."

Blood spurted out, and the head of the [evil spirit] Jun Miyamoto fell on the cobblestone road in the town of Ankamouth, with some black blood flowing from the broken neck.

"If your great ideal is just to die in your hometown, then I will fulfill your wish."

Aoi said as she stabbed her sword hard into the ground of the town and clapped her hands casually.

She knew that the [Evil Spirit] would not reveal any more information, and the [Iron Guard] who only wanted to die would not say much.

"Okay, let's go find the lighthouse first, find a way to dispel the fog, and then..."

Aoi searched Miyamoto Jun's body and found a map marked in Thebite. She saw the location of the Thebite base behind the town of Ankamouth at a glance, and then found the lighthouse next to the mark.

She turned over Miyamoto Jun's body, trying to find more from him. But when she did so, her eyes were focused on a golden light between the gaps in the giant armor.

——At that time, it was a thin dagger, and judging from its style, it was obviously owned by the royal family of Wilkin!

......

"Squeak-"

The door of the church was pushed open, and a damp and decayed smell hit her in the face, making Perlis feel a little dizzy.

She subconsciously activated the factor shield to block the breath, so that she could observe the interior of the church carefully.

The entire church was cast in a weird inhuman style, with all kinds of relief carvings covered with evil patterns covering the walls and pillars, extending all the way to the ceiling.

There were several rows of seats in the church, filled with people in black robes. Perlis noticed that they were not deformed like the worshippers outside, but had more human postures.

On the highest bulletin board in the church, a priest-like figure in black robes was overlooking the hall, with his arms outstretched, as if he was ready to utter a series of prayer notes at any time.