Chapter 585: Inflorescence of Blood and Bone (Walking Gently Into That Good Night)

Chapter 585 Flower of Blood and Bone·Prologue (Walking Gently into That Good Night)

Terra Calendar 1591.1.23.

10:35 PM.

This time is the moment when the fourth sword bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven took in the evil spirit. During this time, in this place, a tragedy was happening.

[Error code: 3476-XC9A]

[System feedback: External interference... Data transmission interrupted... Information lost...]

All relevant personnel in the think tank immediately received an emergency alert, and the red warning light on the screen kept flashing.

The system tried to re-establish the data connection, but to no avail.

[Priority: Highest]

[Command: Clear]

[Target: All Wendigo incident-related information in Island City and Thousand Lakes State. ]

[Hilmi] quickly issued a clearing order to prevent more information leakage. All relevant data was encrypted and destroyed, and at the same time, an order was issued to clear all relevant event records and information about Wendigo in the Thousand Lakes State, including Island City.

[22:35:25.]——Data transmission interrupted, information lost.

[22:35:28.]——Emergency clearing order issued.

[22:35:30.]——Related data destruction program started.

[22:35:45.]——Data clearing completed, system resumes monitoring!

***

The night falls, and the stars in the sky are like diamonds dotted in the deep blue sky, shining on the earth from time to time.

The starlight shines through the gaps in the coniferous forest and falls on the ground, as if covering this cold wilderness with a layer of silver yarn.

The faint light dances between the shadows of the trees, adding a bit of mystery and silence.

The leaves of the coniferous forest began to wither.

The quiet coniferous forest is covered with cold frost, as if everything has lost its former luster. .

The once lush coniferous trees are now bare, and the inky trunks stand crookedly in the gray-black snow, covered by the black snow that keeps falling from the sky.

The remains of the gods turned into ashes, telling people that prayers have lost their effect.

Under the gray sky and heavy clouds, the prey was running.

"Hu~Hu~Hu~"

Noah Linton felt very tired. He wanted to stop, but he couldn't stop because the "undead", the terrible undead, was chasing him.

The cold wind was like a knife, piercing his cheeks and bare arms, his chest rose and fell violently, and every breath was like swallowing a cold blade, piercing his lungs.

He could hear his heartbeat, like a war drum roaring in his ears.

The boy's legs had long been numb, as if they were filled with lead. Every step was extremely difficult, but the instinct for survival drove him not to stop.

"Can't stop, absolutely can't stop... Willy, Duke, Hailey... They all became like that, I can't..."

The boy's figure was looming in the dim forest, his face was full of fear, and tears mixed with sweat blurred his vision.

His eyes were wide open, full of helplessness and despair, and his lips were purple and trembling slightly due to cold and fear.

His mind was in chaos, and the only thought was to escape, to escape from the terrible "pursuer" and "undead".

Linton kept looking back, his eyes were full of fear of the danger lurking in the darkness, his eyebrows were tightly knitted, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

The moonlight shone through the gaps in the coniferous forest and fell on the ground, illuminating his escape route, while also exposing his whereabouts.

He felt that every ray of moonlight was like a cold gaze, staring at him, unable to escape.

Boom, boom, boom——

His heartbeat became more and more rapid, and fear was like an invisible hand tightly strangling his throat, making him almost unable to breathe.

Among the ink pillars of the coniferous forest, Linton ran towards a small wooden house deep in the woods with fear.

The wooden house stood in the most dangerous place in the woods, but it was also the most secretive place, because its shadow could blend into the surrounding trees and corpses, making it difficult to be discovered.

"Bang--"

He knocked the door open, and Linton turned around and slammed the door shut and locked it, making a louder sound than before.

He seemed to no longer care.

He came to the short handmade wooden table, tore off the backpack he brought from the orphanage and smashed it on the table, unzipped it, pulled out a black device from it, and pushed the backpack under the table.

The spray of unknown function and several deflated mineral water bottles rolled out, as if struggling on the ground.

"Hurry up... hurry up..."

His voice trembled, not because of the severe cold.

The light outside the window was slightly brighter, contrasting with the dimness of the room, and finally he could see his appearance clearly.

Poor boy, the thick coat was completely unfitting, and his body was filled with wet white liquid, which was a mixture of the salty freshness of the ocean and the freshness of wild flowers.

His brown eyes were full of immaturity and fear, as if he had endured a shock that he should not have endured at this age.

Linton frantically looked for the button to open the black box, and touched the outer shell before knocking the button down.

The lid of the box slowly opened, revealing a display screen and a rising base, connected to complex electronic components and circuits, like a human chest after being disemboweled, messy but orderly.

Linton pulled out a smooth black tube from the left end, then put on a hood and connected it to the interface behind his head, which contained sophisticated electronic components.

One minute passed, two minutes passed, three minutes... Time seemed to become extremely long.

[The suppression module has been activated——]

Without any electronic prompt sound, a line of black font suddenly flashed on the yellow-green panel of the display.

The display screen exuded a soft light, as if it was the only light of hope.

The device slowly rose on the base, flashing a faint blue light, connecting Linton's nervous system, like a bridge connecting him to the complex device in the black box.

Then, the suppression module began to read the bar.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up..."

Whoosh whoosh--

A gust of wind passed, this time it was not like the wind brought by the elves of the north wind, the sound was like the roar of a beast in the distance.

The boy was scared, he shuddered, threw off his hood, and flew into the gap under the table.

The sound of the wind was closer, he curled up, covered his mouth tightly with his hands, and trembled constantly, as if something was lying on his head, just outside the window.

He forgot to draw the curtains.

He realized something, reached out to grab the spray respirator that fell out of the bag, regardless of whether there was something outside the window staring at his hand.

He didn't even dare to stick his head out, trying in a weird posture.

"Knock. Knock. Knock."

The boy got goose bumps all over his body when a very slow and rhythmic knock sounded. His fingers finally reached the spray, and he quickly picked up the can and looked at the words printed on it: [SAN Group·Wendigo].

Ding——

He opened the metal lid in fear, and the lid fell to the ground with a crisp collision sound, but he could no longer hear it.

The sound of the wind disappeared, and the knocking sound also disappeared-no, his hearing disappeared.

He held the spray can tightly, biting his teeth up and down, and even the "crackling" sound could not be heard.

He grabbed the round handle of the spray can tightly, as if holding the last hope, and pressed it to his mouth and nose.

The touch of cold metal was icy, but it gave him a faint sense of security, but more of despair.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but the fear in his heart surged like a blizzard.

He wanted to spray the medicine immediately, the thin mist of water.

Willy, Duke, and Hailey had repeatedly told him that whenever he had the desire to eat people or began to forget his memories, he should immediately press the spray and use the suppression device to kill part of his "personality".

But only a little bit could be killed, otherwise he would become a monster.

Hailey said; every time he used the suppression device, it felt like a bubble in a dream, beautiful and illusory.

But at this moment, he couldn't do it anyway, as if he had lost control of part of his body.

His fingers trembled on the button of the suppression spray, his heartbeat echoed in his ears like thunder, and cold sweat dripped on his forehead.

The tears in his eyes blurred his vision, and his hands were stiff and weak, as if separated from his body.

The gray snow fell harder, and the dead needles trembled and swayed in the snow and wind.

In fear, Linton finally heard a vague knock on the door, as if knocking directly on a door in his mind.

The knock on the door was like a call echoing in the depths of his memory, making him more desperate, but unable to escape.

Just when the boy was extremely frightened, he finally heard a vague knock on the door, as if knocking directly on a door in his mind, the door frame in the deepest part of his memory.

To his delight, he heard a familiar voice:

"Linton, open the door! It's me, your brother, Willy."

Memories flashed through Linton's mind.

Willy was always the big brother who helped him up when he fell, always playing with the children in the courtyard of the orphanage, telling them to face everything bravely.

His eyes were always firm and warm, protecting everyone like a father.

However, as time went by, Willy could not resist the erosion of consciousness called Wendigo.

The boy remembered the scene when he saw Willy being forced to inject drugs in the laboratory, and Willy's face still had a comforting smile.

The boy was about to get up, but he immediately hit his head, and the pain made his consciousness clearer.

He shouldn't be happy, his brother had died a long time ago, falling in the fallen leaves, and it was Sister Haili who did it herself.

It was a cold night, gray-black snow fell from the sky, and the orphanage was in chaos.

Noah clearly remembered Haili's expression at the time, sad and resolute.

She told Noah, "Willie died as a human."

"Linton, open the door! It's me, your brother, Willy."

The voice outside the door sounded again.

Linton's heart was beating like a drum, he shouldn't be happy, he knew that it was not his brother, Willy was dead.

Tears blurred his vision.

"Linton, open the door! It's me, Duke, I bring you your favorite candy."

Another familiar voice sounded, it was Duke, exactly the same voice, there was no difference, even the last faint tail tone, and the mixed pretending to be deep tone, are exactly the same.

The sound of the wind then came into Linton's ears, just like a needle, straight from the ear to the cerebral cortex, his eardrum was pierced by the harsh wind, the pain instantly spread to the whole brain, as if countless tiny needles were stabbing wildly in the head.

Linton covered his ears tightly, his nails almost digging into his skin, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't relieve the piercing pain.

Every whistle of the wind was like an electric current exploding in his mind, causing waves of tingling and numbness.

His eyes were closed tightly because of the severe pain, and tears flowed out involuntarily and slid down his cheeks.

The breathing became rapid and disordered, as if every breath was burning with pain. Linton's heart beat violently, and his chest seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and he could hardly breathe.

The memories and reality in his mind intertwined, forming a chaotic fog.

It hurts, it hurts so much.

The spray in his hand slipped from his palm, fell heavily to the ground, and rolled into the darkness of the room, a corner he couldn't see.

He wanted to reach out, but the severe pain forced him to cover his forehead tightly.

Memories poured out like a tide.

Noah thought of Duke, the brother who was always full of courage and strength. Duke was a few years older than Noah and was the most protective person in the orphanage.

Whether it was playing with other children on the playground or resolving disputes in the orphanage, Duke was always the one who stood up.

Although his legs were deformed due to [peristalsis] and he had some inconvenience when walking, he never let this become his weakness.

Duke taught Linton how to face fear and how to persevere in his own way.

Noah still remembers that Duke often brought him candy, especially when he was depressed or unwell.

Duke would pretend to be mysterious and take candy out of his pocket, blinking and saying:

"Look, I brought you magic candy, it can make you forget all your troubles."

The boy would be amused every time and feel the warmth from his brother.

"I can't tell, sister Haili, woo woo woo~"

"I really can't tell!!!"

Linton bit his lower lip tightly, almost biting out blood, tears and snot mixed with rust and blood blurred his senses.

"Linton, open the door, I'm your sister, if you make such a joke again, I will be angry, my brothers and I are lining up to bring you delicious food, you are really naughty."

Sister Haili's message became the sword that defeated the boy's last line of defense.

Haili is the most gentle and careful girl in the orphanage. She is three years older than Noah and always plays the role of a mother.

She has long blond hair and big blue eyes, and always has a warm smile.

Although she was infected with pedis pedis, she had two ugly wings, one large and one small, on her back, but the wings were small, so she always wore loose clothes.

The tiny protrusions on her back were cleverly hidden under her loose clothes.

Haili was good at taking care of other children, especially Linton. Every time the orphanage distributed food on welfare day, she would always carefully distribute it, and then coax her younger brothers and sisters with a sweet voice.

She often told Noah:

"No matter how cruel the outside world is, we are home when we are together."

The boy felt that memories were flowing out of his seven orifices, dripping on the floor, and then slipping out of the narrow room through the gap under the wooden door.

Yes, weren't his brothers and sisters outside the door?

Today they received food from the welfare day again, and they had to make delicious food for him!

It was so cold outside, how could he not open the door?

"Walk gently into the good night, old age should return quietly at dusk;

Smile, smile at the disappearance of light.

Wise men know the darkness is justified when they die, because their words are as light as feathers, and they walk gently into that good night.

Good men, when the last wave passes,

Recall in a low voice how their fragile good deeds quietly sleep in the green bay,

Smile, smile at the disappearance of the light. 』

The boy's eyes lost their luster just now, he smiled stiffly, crawled out from under the table, stood up and walked to the wooden door, and then pulled the door handle weakly.

Squeak——

The door opened.

"Are you back?"

Gray snow drifted into the house, and the strong wind broke in with it, blowing away the posters simply hung on the wall, and the papers were torn by invisible hands, making a hissing sound.

Some papers scattered on the table flew up, as if they had their own life, trying to escape the invasion of the strong wind.

The black box that had not yet been closed was swept up by the wind and hit the table leg heavily, making a dull collision sound.

The messy room was mercilessly illuminated by the pale death light outside the window, like a scene in a nightmare, which seemed even more bizarre and terrifying.

Standing at the door was a black shadow, so tall that the door frame could not accommodate its body.

Then, it bent down, and an unreal white light slowly emerged from the position of its head. The light was icy and piercing, enough to penetrate a person's heart, as if directly reflecting the deepest part of the soul.

A pair of sharp protrusions appeared on both sides of the black shadow's head. The protrusions grew and spread slowly and ominously, as if there were living blood vessels expanding continuously. The twisted shadow danced on the wall until it turned into a pair of terrifying antlers.

The antlers seemed to be the crown of the devil, carrying an ancient and evil power.

The outline of the black shadow was twisted and deformed in the white light, like a nightmare crawling out from the depths of another world.

There was an indescribable fear in the air, as if the whole space was trembling under the existence of this black shadow.

Its ominous light and twisted antlers seemed to announce the coming of death and despair, leaving people with nowhere to escape and nowhere to hide.

"Linton, why didn't you clean up your room again?"

Twisted, chaotic, and low, the voice seemed to come from the abyss, piercing the silence of the night with a strange echo.

That was definitely not his brother or sister, but some kind of unspeakable evil.

The boy's stiff smile disappeared instantly, and fear pierced his heart like a cold blade.

Two lines of tears welled up in his eyes, and the tears snaked down his cheeks, as if they were flowing away with his hope and courage.

"ah--"

What followed was a scream that shook the forest. The sound was full of despair and helplessness, tearing apart the silence of the night and echoing among the endless shadows of the trees.

The scream echoed in the air, but the echo remained for a few seconds, as if mocking the fragile struggle.

"Gulong~Gulong~"

Then, there was no sound anymore, only a creepy chewing sound came, as if some giant beast was enjoying its prey. The sound was moist and sticky, with horrific details of flesh and blood being torn apart. Chilling.

Zhizhizhi——

"It seems it's too late."

When the handsome young man with blond hair and golden eyes opened the door, the cold wind gently brushed his cheek, bringing a biting chill.

The sound of wind outside the window spread into the house through the half-closed window, as if it was singing a lonely elegy in a low voice.

The house was empty and seemed unusually quiet.

Everything around was covered with a thin layer of dust, as if no one had been there for a long time.

There were some clutter piled up in the corner of the room, a few worn-out chairs leaning against the wall, and a few yellowed books and scattered papers scattered on the table.

There was a faint smell of dust in the air, reflecting the tranquility of this moment.

In this situation, only the sound of wind is left, and it is very peaceful.