Pirate's Brood Order

Chapter 9 Transformation

People who haven’t died can never truly understand the great horror that death really represents, the loneliness and nothingness that is like the eternal night, and any language is pale and powerless to describe it.

Whether it’s because of God’s disgust, or Satan’s gift, or Astur’s evil,…Yarlin licked his wet mouth, staring at his left hand with piercing eyes, and there was a sign in the depths of his mind. The connection of existence and non-existence emerged, as if a shadow slowly emerged in the deep darkness.

“Bill!”

The whispered voice weirdly penetrated the rain curtain and space, and was conveyed to the sea below. In the shadow of the Via, a figure was strangely attached to the bottom of the ship, and his chest was tightly attached to the ship’s hull and his four claw nails The ink is sticking to the deck, and when you look closely at where it is, the black lines are squirming like living creatures penetrating through the cracks of the wooden texture, entangled in it.

At the moment Arlin murmured, a black line flashed in the white eyeballs of the human body, and at the same time all the black threads on his four claws contracted back to his limbs. Then it slipped backwards, like a curled four-clawed octopus. When it was about to leave the stern, the suction claws volleyed and grabbed the edge of the hull, and the body popped out of the sea soft and boneless, and hung upside down on the stern with a click. , And then climbed upside down quickly.

Drops of water dripped from the bald head, slid across the motionless nose, closed cheeks that did not shake at all, only the undulating chest was still pitifully trying to prove that this was a living thing.

At the stern, Yallin had walked out of the bottom of the cabin and walked along the side of the ship. Then the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he saw a very horrifying and speechless scene.

The first thing that catches the eye is the two straight long legs that swept over the edge of the boat abruptly, and then a 90-degree bend that was completely inconsistent with human mechanics. Then the calves and knees were bent straight over the right angles as they received the movement, so the feet were just right. Stepping on the deck, the entire upper body is made into a slab bridge posture, and then in the next second, the upper body exposed outside the ship will be “biu”, like a bent spring suddenly bounces back, without a trace of extra tremor. Stand upright in place.

“Transformation: Transform the dead beings into their own servants. The servants at this stage have no autonomous consciousness and can only accept the simplest instructions.”

A paragraph flashed in his mind, and the corners of Yallin’s mouth twitched involuntarily, and he had a more appropriate and clear understanding of the explanation of “no self-consciousness and receiving simple commands”.

God knows, he just sent Bill an order to “go to the stern”… Is it necessary to come up with such a weird alternative way of appearance?

He was slandering in his heart, but he was swiftly calculating in his mind. The text explanation given by Asturger was too brief, and he needed to personally verify many necessary links.

For example, it is very irresponsible to “transform dead creatures into slaves”. Otherwise, why Bill and Chat Mingming are both dead. The former is obviously more miserable, but the former is transformed successfully, while the latter is preserved. Intact but failed.

“Precondition, the deceased needs to send a black wire before transforming. The latest deadline for this point in time is temporarily to be determined as the heart stops beating.” Yallin recalled that before Bill died, he pierced his finger into the opponent’s heart, and checked In particular, the corpse was touched after the corpse was “cooled”.

It won’t be fresh when it’s cold, so it’s because of picky eaters?

“Pretend to be a normal human.”

Yarlin rolled his lips and gave the order.

Bill didn’t react at all. Obviously the six-word command was too complicated. This was in Yallin’s expectation. He immediately broke down the command: “Pretend!”

No response as usual.

“There is no self-consciousness, so there is no room for free play.” Yarlin observed Bill’s expression, the nose on his cheeks did not twitch, his lips were stiff and closed, and his eyelids had been opened and there was no sign of closing for 1 minute.

The entire cheek, including the pores, has no natural vibrating life activity, as if the facial features on that cheek are just piles of meaningless superfluous objects and have no existential value.

“breathe!”

There is no response. Bill more accurately said that the black silk parasite has no concept of breathing.

“Close your eyes!”

Bill did.

“Open your eyes!”

no problem.

“The nose trembles!”

“Lips tremble!”

“Squat down, stand up!”

“The earlobe of the left ear is bent back ninety degrees, and the little finger of the right hand turns 360 degrees.”

“…”

Yarlin quickly issued instructions, observed feedback, and gradually came up with a diagnosis result in his mind: “Being bound in a human body and covered in human skin, it has long been separated from the human species category and can control every inch of bones and muscles in the body. Perform actions that violate human mechanics.”

“It will damage the body, bones and muscles still serve as important functions of support and linking. The black wire has a substitute effect, but it lacks strength.”

The earlobe of Bill’s left ear is bent, and there is a bruise in the middle, which is a muscle cartilage injury, while the little finger of his right hand is more obvious. The whole little finger is broken from the joint, and the exposed surface skin shows a twisted ecchymosis. The bones and muscles are completely broken and weak. Hanging, with black silk thread interspersed in the middle.

The little finger’s head is hung in the air by a puppet with a string, and then the black wire is pulled up a little bit, sticking to the wound, but that’s all. The fracture of bones and muscles obviously makes it no longer able to support activities. .

Yallin’s gaze fell on Bill’s chest. He seemed to be able to see that Bill’s heart was replaced by a ball of intertwined thread, and in his mind he imagined a grotesque picture with countless black lines interspersed. Muscles and bones are woven into a huge spider web, while the internal organs of the liver, spleen and stomach are squeezed into shriveled waste at will like garbage.

“It’s a pity that there is only one transformant at the moment, otherwise, it can be dissected to get a more intuitive observation.” A chilling thought came up in Yarlin’s mind.

A deep understanding of one’s own abilities. The smaller the deviation and misjudgment, the better the performance of the ability and the fewer unexpected situations, and accidents often mean an unbearable price.

This is Yarlin’s philosophy of survival, especially after he has died once, he needs to be more rigorous and harsh on himself.

“Compared with Bill’s life, the muscles and bones have not been strengthened. However, if used as a disposable consumable, flexibility can be regarded as a passive point, plus the sublimation of will (without fear of pain and death).” Yallin squeezed Bill’s soft and cold arms, and finally showed a satisfied smile on his face: “Even if it can only be mechanical, rigidly executing simple instructions, it will be enough to deal with the next situation.”

“The combat power of a transformant is enough to fight off three to five pirates. The Via Pirates has 47 pirates including the captain. In theory, there are 10 more transformants. , I can deal with it freely, of course, if they are all used as consumables, it is really a waste.”

Yallin calculated in his mind, but he and Bill were hiding in the dark corner of the stern, continuing some final tests.

“Retelling my words…”

Yallin thought silently in his heart. He has now enough to confirm that his connection with the transformant comes from a conscious connection, and this connection is likely to ignore the limitation of spatial distance.

Of course, this point, he will later look for opportunities to conduct more precise and detailed tests to verify.

He muttered intermittently from the bottom of his heart, and from time to time he turned his head to carefully observe the ship board. The patter of rain hit the dilapidated deck. The other captain’s room in the distance was closed tightly. Through the gap in the bottom of the door, you could see the still inside. There is light.