The evil god did not respond to Pearson, and the desperate father, seeing that the child was about to be swept away by the darkness, felt even more heartbroken and powerless than the wound he had cut open in his lower abdomen.The blood could not stop flowing, dripping down the altar, forming a mysterious pattern.Pearson's flesh was automatically stripped from him and attached to the bone tower, wriggling and multiplying from one person's flesh, covering the entire bone tower.The fresh flesh and blood temporarily liberated the tormented souls of the bone tower, and though they were in pain, though they were weak, they hated the presence in the darkness!
Pearson's last will fused with the soul of the bone tower, and there was no more Pearson in the future.Pearson left his last will, which was to defeat the monster in the darkness and save the child!
The bone tower twisted into a spear and stabbed at the dark green tongue, which let go of Mills in pain.Mills fell from the air to the ground, unresponsive for a long time.At this time, the bone tower and the long tongue are in a battle.No, it would be more appropriate to call the Tower of Bone the Tower of Flesh and Blood now.The flesh on the tower split into sharp teeth and bit at the monster in the darkness, although the dark mist can cause a lot of damage to the flesh and blood that clings to the bone tower, but the will in the flesh is tougher.This is a monster-to-monster battle that is beyond the comprehension of ordinary humans, and science is no longer able to explain its existence.The monster in the darkness was bitten off by the fleshy jaws that extended from the bone tower, and its figure emerged from the black mist.The torn claw was covered with fish scales, and the claw also had a frog-like fleshy membrane structure, and the joints grew grouper-like back spines, accompanied by a fishy smell of the sea, and pale cyan blood flowed from the broken claws, rotting the masonry of the ground.The monster had a head that resembled a fish's head, covered in scales, and had some green algae hanging from it; It was tall and hateful, with astonishingly wide lips and sharp, messy shark teeth in addition to its webbed limbs, and bulging eyes that were not blocked by eyelids, making it look dull but extremely vicious.It struck the middle of the bone tower with a good claw, and although the bone tower adjusted a large amount of flesh to block the sharp claw strike, the impact was still not completely blocked.Click.The bone tower broke off in the middle, and the flesh and blood lost their attachment to the carrier and fell from the tower one after another, like a scene of cherry blossoms scattered.Before the pieces of flesh hit the ground, they turned into blood-colored smoke and drifted into the air, and the strong suction behind the stone monument once again inhaled all the escaped souls.I don't know if the next batch of people who come to this desert island will end up with the same ending.The fish-headed monster picked up the fallen claw and took it back to its original position, the fascia between the flesh and blood growing automatically, followed by skin and scales, and in a moment the monster had returned to its original form.It emitted a high-pitched sound, as if mocking the bone tower, and then retreated into the darkness.The broken bone tower has lost the power to repair it, and the core soul of the bone tower has been sealed again, and the originally towering bone tower has broken into two pieces on the ground, shattering into gray bone powder.There were traces of life on this deserted island, and later generations may only find proof of their existence in the ruins of the village.Pain, pain, pain!
The severe pain caused Mills, whose back was scratched by the barbs on his tongue, to wake up unconscious, and a large feeling of fire came from his back, and every small movement required the muscles to move to make Mills more painful, and at the same time to speed up the blood flow out of his body.Although it is unknown whether the barbs are poisonous or not, hemostasis and debridement are the only major things that need to be done at the moment, otherwise the lives of the crew and the sacrifice of the father will be worthless.Only by surviving can we have the opportunity to tell the world about all this on the desert island.As the sun began to shine and the sun warmly shone on every inch of the earth, Mills struggled to get up from the ground and glanced back at the altar where his father had finally sacrificed his soul and flesh to the statue of the evil god in an attempt to save himself.Overnight, Mills faded away from those childish thoughts, and only by growing up could he face all the next hardships alone.Mills staggered toward the lifeboat, the thorns on the way dissolving his trouser legs, but the pain was like the wound on his back.The campfire on the shore was still burning, and Mills bit his clothes and sprinkled disinfectant on his back, and the moment the medicine came into contact with the hideous wounds, Mills bit the lump of his clothes, tears of pain, but the bleeding did not stop.He was the only one alive on the island, and Mills knew it clearly, and the fleeing crew and the fainting crew were all in the belly of the fish-headed monster, including the first mate, who had a deep knowledge of antiquity.The knowledge of the first mate of this desert island expedition did not come in handy, but it was the experience of Captain Pearson that analyzed part of the truth.Mills knew that he couldn't suture the wound on his back alone, and at this moment he could only take extreme measures to save himself.He looked firmly at the bonfire that had not yet been extinguished, and resolutely pressed it down with his back; Massive burns and bleeding profusely died, and it was clear that Mills had chosen to burn.The heat of the flames relentlessly burned the skin and muscles on his back, and some fine pieces of sand and gravel caused deeper pain as the flames embedded themselves in the wound."
Oh my God, my meat actually smells pretty good...Mills comforted himself so much that he left the scorching of the flame, and sanitized it again with the sailors' liquor poured on his back.By this time Mills was exhausted, and when he had done it all, he fell face down on the sand.A few days later, wrapped in poorly bandaged gauze, Mills walked alone through the dense forest, slowly walking in the direction of the altar.Looking at the terrible altar, the wicked statue, and the colossal sigil from afar, Mills fell to his knees on one knee without saying a word, and bowed with the aristocratic etiquette taught by his father.This is not to the merciless god, but to the father who laid down his life for himself.My father once told Mills when he came across the bones of other archaeologists and adventurers in the course of archaeology, "The dead are gone, and people should always remember the contributions of those who came before them; What the forerunners left behind was hope, fire, and experience.People in the world may think that they are just ignorant forerunners, but in fact they are heroes with great wisdom, who first unveiled the mystery and gave future generations time and opportunity to do something meaningful.We should pay tribute and remember them with supreme etiquette. ”