Chapter 339 Shadow of Plymouth, Claw of the Kraken (4K)

Plymouth.

In the hostel room, the yellowed walls were covered with mold and the floor creaked slightly.

There were moldy old books piled on the table by the window. Cran was smoking a pipe, frowning as he looked out the window.

The houses across the street were equally dilapidated, with roofs overgrown with weeds and looking like they would collapse at any moment.

There were no pedestrians on the street, only a wild cat gnawing on rotten fish in the corner. Suddenly, it raised its dark green eyes and looked at Clan who was standing by the window, then quickly disappeared.

In the rising smoke, Clan's brows furrowed even more tightly.

He sat down on a rickety wooden chair, took out a gold-capped fountain pen from the pocket of his deerstalker jacket, unscrewed it gently, sucked the ink out of the bottle, took out a neatly bound brown paper from his bosom, spread it out, exhaled deeply, and wrote:

[The only inn in Plymouth is run by a wrinkled old woman whose only son died in the Hammer of the Witcher trial a week ago.]

[The Tidecaller Cult has taken root too deeply in Plymouth, and the Hammer of the Demon Hunters' cleanup operation was very swift, wiping out more than 70% of Plymouth's population within a week.]

[Are there innocent people among them? I think there are, but I can understand them as well.]

[The gods are constantly fighting, and there are countless evil spirits. If the faith of all living beings can be unified, heaven will come...some people firmly believe this.]

But I have no faith.

[Or rather, I only believe in the soul of a human being. ]

【Human freedom and will are so noble that they are even higher than heaven, and even God cannot make people submit. 】

Having written here, Crane increased his writing pressure, the tip of the pen trembled slightly, and the spreading ink soaked into the next line.

The sound of waves could be heard faintly in the distance, with a biting chill... Clan's heart gradually sank... Today was the day when Famula would execute the girl. She tried to use the girl as bait to wipe out the real culprit behind the Tidecaller Cult in one fell swoop.

Whether it succeeds or not, someone will sacrifice.

Maybe it’s the girl with the blood of Poseidon, or maybe it’s the devout and fanatical priest.

Or maybe...it will be the civilians surviving in this shadowy town, or maybe it will be me.

I, and others, may all die today in the upcoming trial.

Crane's eyes flickered slightly, and he wrote again: [Man is free, yet insignificant; he is powerless, yet brave.]

[In the end, I can only do what I can to save more lives before the tsunami comes.]

[And how will this trial end? I...]

The desk suddenly began to shake, the ink bottle fell over, and the ink soaked most of the kraft paper.

Clan quickly got up and found that the whole house was shaking. He was shocked and leaned out of the window in surprise, looking towards the coastline.

Suddenly, Crane's pupils contracted, his face was shocked, and he muttered to himself: "Oh my God..."

Clan swore that he had never seen such a large group of fish in his life.

It was like a nightmare shock.

The gray sky was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe. Endless shadows appeared on the coastline. The waves were surging, and the fishmen broke through the waves. Their wet bodies were shining with cold light, and their empty pupils were like ghosts. They continued to rush to the coast. As the waves hit the rocks, the foam stirred up from the beach to the town. Even the earth was shaking! Suddenly, a flash of lightning tore through the sky. The lightning flashed suddenly, revealing the dense backs of the fishmen. The sharp scales were connected together, like waves made of steel. Following closely, there was a deafening thunder, as if a giant was swinging a heavy hammer. Every time it fell, a thunderbolt was struck, venting its great power on the magnificent sea. The waves and the wind roared together! The rain was pouring.

Over Plymouth.

Branch-like lightning flashed in the dark clouds, and heavy rain fell like a reservoir floodgate being released.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the calm town was swept by the rainstorm, like a small boat constantly rising and falling in the wind and waves!

"What happened on the coast?"

Such a thought flashed through Clan's mind, and he felt incredible.

"How come the world suddenly changed? Where did these tens of thousands of fishmen appear from?!"

A quarter of an hour ago.

On the coast of Plymouth.

A group of priests wearing plate armor, holding flails and wearing iron helmets stood silently.

A depressing and solemn atmosphere enveloped the beach. Even the noisy seabirds fell silent and flew away.

The sea breeze was fierce, blowing the tattered robe of the thin girl. She was tied to a reef with an iron chain with her hands behind her back. Her feet were constantly washed by the waves. Her eyes were dull on her haggard face and her eyelids drooped slightly.

far away.

Harvey stared at Helena.

I knew she was heartbroken and in despair.

Harvey had seen this same expression on his sister's face when she was frozen pale during the shipwreck.

He lowered his head, closed his eyes slightly on his sad face, and let out a trembling sigh.

"You will be the judge, Harvey."

A cold voice came from behind Harvey.

The black-haired, iron-faced woman in a large windbreaker, holding a black-gold scepter in her hand, walked to Harvey and stood side by side with him, saying without any emotion:

"Xavi, pour sulfur fire on the false prophet, teach her to repent, and be redeemed before the judgment."

Harvey stood there in a daze, his lips trembling as he said hoarsely, "Judge Famula... I..."

"Think about your loved ones." Famula nodded coldly and said, "This is the righteous act you should do."

A look of pain and struggle flashed across Harvey's face.

The freezing cold sea, the wreckage of the wooden boat that pierced his legs and feet, the corpses floating in the sea, the heavy black coffins of his relatives...all of this actually originated from a boring argument between two believers of the sea god.

Ridiculous, really ridiculous!

There are too many extraordinary people in this world who act recklessly, and these powers become the source of pain for others.

In this case, why not ban all the foreign gods and concentrate all the power in one person?

Whether it is the Tidecaller Cult or the Seagod Bloodline, they are both sins that must be purified...

This is... a necessary sacrifice!

In his hand he held the torch that Famula had handed to him.

The torches burned with golden flames, emitting a pungent smell of sulfur, and a long trail of black smoke spread with the sea breeze.

Harvey walked closely towards Helena who was tied to the reef, and his worried face looked even sadder.

He stood in front of Helena, looking at the girl with purple lips and bleeding, and bit his lip unconsciously.

Helena opened her eyes weakly, and the sad priest was reflected in her eyes. She smiled with relief, as if she had recognized her fate.

"I have, experienced this sight twice...Mr. Harvey."

Compared to the merciful Harvey, Helena is more like the experienced person facing the execution, who understands the cruel fate better than him and has recognized the impending death.

"Please don't cry for me."

At this moment, the girl's haggard face seemed to be shrouded in a divine glow, and she said gently:

“Just do what you think is right.”

Suddenly, lightning tore through the sky, quickly pulling Harvey's thoughts back to the night of the shipwreck.

The dark and cold sea was littered with the bodies of the victims. The drowned girl was too weak to cry. She stroked Harvey's cheek, who was holding her tightly on the wooden board, with her cold hands and said softly:

"Brother, don't cry. You... must live."

"Live for me."

Harvey collapsed and knelt in front of Helena.

The sulfur torch in his hand fell into the sea, making a hissing sound.

"presiding judge!"

Harvey choked up and said, "Are we...really righteous?!"

There was dead silence on the beach.

The priests of the Hammer of the Demon Hunter all covered their faces with iron helmets, like a ruthless jury, and issued a deafening silence.

The red eyes on Famula's iron face showed no emotion and were as cold as a statue.

She raised the scepter.

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

Buzz——

The ruby ​​on the top of the scepter seemed to split energy, releasing a burning red light.

Bang! A gunshot rang out on the coast.

Harvey's eyes were blank and a hole was dissolved in his chest by the high temperature rays.

Through the hole, you can see Helena tied to the reef, her pupils trembling and tears streaming down her cheeks.

Boom! Harvey fell into the cold sea water, and his blood gradually spread, dyeing the sea water dark red.

The birds were silent.

The only sound was Famula's voice, like a scavenger seabird circling above their heads.

“Each one is tempted when he is drawn away and enticed by his own evil desire.”

Famula closed her eyes, read the Book of James, and said regretfully:

“When desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and sin, when it is full-grown, brings forth death.”

The waves hit the beach, and the rustling sound echoed. It had begun to rain, and the raindrops fell on the sea, stirring up thousands of ripples. Helena was crying, and the rain was increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even Helena herself couldn't tell why she was crying.

She missed Mr. Harvey who brought her meals every day. He was a good man, but good people can never survive in this world where the strong prey on the weak.

She looked at Famula who was gradually walking towards her, at the cruel iron mask on her face, with golden flames dancing in her eyes, and a great fear enveloped her.

Helena sobbed silently.

Heavy rain poured down and the sea began to tremble, as if an extremely terrifying force was brewing beneath the sea.

The power in the blood drives the tides from the sea, and strong winds, heavy rains, and thunder come in an instant.

Standing on the coastline where the sky was dark and the wind was howling, Famula stared at the thin girl quietly and suddenly stretched out her hand.

Helena's pupils suddenly contracted, despair and fear pierced her heart like needles, and she screamed:

"Please, don't!"

Behind the reef, a huge wave three meters high suddenly rolled up.

The priests looked on in horror, realizing that the water element had been condensed to a terrifying level, and that the impact force was absolutely beyond the ability of the human body to resist! Famula looked straight ahead, and a layer of blazing fire ring spread under her feet.

The waves under the feet were evaporated, revealing the bare beach. Wherever the fire ring reached, the waves were parted. Even the huge waves falling from the sky were instantly evaporated and vaporized by the heat wave, rising up into billowing white smoke.

“Believe in your worth.”

Famula gently placed her hand on Helena's trembling head and said calmly: "In the future, many people will die because of you, and many people will be saved because of you..."

Helena's tears had dried up, leaving traces of them on her face. She asked blankly, "...value?"

Famula did not answer. She reached out and took off the iron mask. The golden fire in her eyes was about to boil. Golden runes were twisted on her neck and cheeks, releasing scorching heat, steaming the air around her, making her look sacred and seductive, cruel and mysterious.

She held the scepter horizontally, and the scepter in her hand was instantly engulfed by golden flames, transforming into a one-handed sword burning with flames.

Through Famula's cold golden eyes, Helena saw a scene in her reflection that she would never forget -

At the end of the horizon, it seemed as if a fortress rose from the bottom of the sea. The sea water parted to the sides, revealing a huge trench, and from that trench, the dark shadow of a huge beast slowly rose.

On both sides of the giant beast, there were countless fishmen gathered. They were scrambling to wade across the sea with ferocious faces.

The waves are surging, and the roar from the deep sea is echoing.

It was a huge king-class crab as big as a mountain. Its eyes were like lighthouses, and its gaze was like a beam of light that penetrated the vast sea fog. Each of its claws was as huge as an iron tower. The seawater rolled down its shell like a waterfall, making a roar. As it moved, it exuded an indescribable sense of oppression! Helena held her breath, her cheeks pale.

On the coastline, the priests with firm beliefs could not help but waver in their bodies, and fear could not be suppressed in their eyes.

"The royal-level monster, the Claw of the Kraken."

Famula's voice was as calm as ever, without any ups and downs, as she stated:

"A legendary monster, a descendant of the Kraken, and a follower of the Sea God. The reason why it cooperates with the Murloc King is..."

Famula stared at Helena coldly.

"It's because of you."

"Me?" Helena couldn't believe it.

"It's going to kill you."

Famula said indifferently: "Many years ago, Kraken betrayed Poseidon and was dubbed the Kraken by the world. Its descendants have been searching for the whereabouts of Poseidon's bloodline for so many years, just to eliminate the roots."

Helena's body trembled and she closed her eyes in despair.

The traitorous followers of Poseidon, the Murloc King, the Demon Hunter Hammer... no matter who it is, they all want to take her life.

Helena thought that she didn't even know what she had done wrong and how she had implicated Mr. Harvey.

If someone told Helena now that all the disasters would end as long as she died, Helena would be willing to die.

But... Helena's heart was pounding, and tears kept falling... But why, I was still so scared, I still wanted to live...

No matter if it's an angel or a devil, whoever comes...

Someone save me! "It will end."

As if he understood Helena's thoughts.

Famula looked down at the girl with a trace of compassion in her eyes, and said softly: "After you die, I will ensure that all this will come to an end--"

"I don't agree!"

The arrow whistled and flew straight towards the back of Famula's head.

She tilted her head slightly, and the arrow brushed her hair and hit the iron chain on the reef, sparking sparks and shattering the shackles.

Famula looked back calmly. On the high cliff on the coast, a black-haired young man was holding a large bow woven with shadows in his hands. Lightning flashed across his head, reflecting his determined eyes.

Ye Zhi said coldly: "My Dark Night Sect wants this man!"

(End of this chapter)