Chapter 232 I Am Your Father

The lipids in the brain of old Michaelis housed the decayed moth phase, and the moth in the brain, which was aging, contained power and knowledge.

Those powers had been completely digested by Watson and transformed into nutrients to promote the advancement of the moth phase.

But those broken knowledge still remained in his heart. At this moment, he already knew the parable of the molting dancer and the answer to taking off clothes and abandoning the skin.

He savored the fragrance that still remained on the tip of his tongue, as if he could find the secret of the Michaelis family through it. The broken scales that seemed to have not been digested in his stomach began to tremble slightly, and sparks of inspiration burst out from the bottom of his heart for no reason. He jumped off the cliff in accordance with his inner restlessness.

The whistling cold wind blew wantonly from the naked body surface, like a dull ice blade scraping back and forth on the skin.

The pale figure falling off the cliff accurately avoided the hard reefs, splashing water with a splash, and turbid foam swayed from the reefs.

The cold and gray seawater roared and tried to drown the ignorant little bug in the surging undercurrent, but it could not stop the mottled black and white light from slowly rising between the reefs and looking into another pair of light blue eyes.

Because Sebastian had been immersed in the freezing cold seawater for a long time, the blood-red color that symbolized the vitality of life seemed to flow away along the cracks on his forehead, and his face was strangely pale, as if he was a corpse thrown into the sea.

But the boy's limbs were tightly holding the reef behind him. The sharp-edged barnacles pierced deeply into the flesh of his back, greedily absorbing the nutrients in it, and at the same time formed a kind of strong support, so that this half-dead body would not be washed away by the waves.

Sebastian's face was originally as numb as a corpse. The arrangement of the goddess of fate for this boy who was not even eighteen years old was too bumpy.

He had experienced too much in these three days. His mood was as erratic as the waves under him, ups and downs, and then downs and downs.

First, he felt the tearing pain of witnessing the abuse of his beloved, then the ecstasy of complete awakening and the extreme joy of the Devouring Cup Man understanding the key to transformation, and the joy of meeting Brother John... Although that day was a little uncomfortable at the beginning, the discomfort and pain soon turned into fuel for awakening.

Sebastian sometimes couldn't help thinking, should he thank the Cup Man for creating pain to help him awaken, and providing delicious meat to help him transform... The Cup Man named Carl or Kasa is really a good person!

As for the feelings of the two abused mother and daughter? They have long been forgotten by the boy-I have helped them appreciate the true beauty of the world, what else do you want me to do? Do you want me to stay and take care of them for the rest of their lives? !

Impossible! I, Sebastian, vowed to leave this dilapidated town and fly freely in the vast world! ! !

However, such fanatical passion did not stay in the boy's heart for too long. He soon learned from Uncle Knack about the tragedy of the attack by foreigners 18 years ago and guessed that his parents might have died... But he still held a glimmer of hope in his heart... Maybe his father and mother were not really dead. After all, in Uncle Knack's memory, his grandfather announced that his father and mother had gone out to travel.

Sebastian was willing to believe his grandfather and Mr. Faris... Or he had been unconsciously influenced by Knack's memory, and his thoughts were also stained with a trace of loyalty that had been consolidated for many years... Or his mind had not yet been fully opened, and a certain shadow that had penetrated deep into his heart in the past 18 years was still blinding his consciousness and hindering his thinking.

This blind trust should have lingered in the boy's heart for a long time, until he ushered in the third and fourth transformations... But Qiren's attack helped him to open his skull and brain, and also helped him to open the shackles of his mind... The boy used this to awaken again, and this time it was no longer power that awakened, but dusty memories.

He felt intense heartache again. It turned out that the grandfather I had always trusted and loved was the real murderer who killed my parents... Even though my father and mother tried to tear me apart and devour me before my umbilical cord was cut, but... but grandpa, you shouldn't have invited me, a young and ignorant child, to watch after beheading them! ! !

When the boy was dying, he learned such a sad truth. His ego had shattered like burnt ashes, and only a trace of primitive instinct was left to control the desperate body to survive, diving into the cold sea water, digging out the lurking sea fish... But even if his consciousness fell into silence, his body was still willing to follow its last obsession and find the real truth... or to be verified, to learn the truth about the night of his birth from his grandfather.

So this half-deformed body forcibly suppressed the discomfort and discomfort, and carried the cold sea water, hiding in the reefs under the cliff, trying to wait for the end of the war above - even if there was only a trace of physical instinct left, this body could clearly sense the fierce battle above, which was something that he should never participate in at the moment - it was just a skinny larva, and could not resist the aftermath of the battle at all.

It was like a cicada pupa that sank into the soil, silencing its heartbeat and breathing, and as nonexistent as a deformed protrusion on the surface of a reef, quietly waiting for the battle above to end - if I'm lucky, I might be able to lick a little of the old moth's remnants, which might really satisfy the obsession of my nearly extinct rational self, making him completely disheartened - hehe, then I can naturally seize full control of the body!

Sebastian's primitive instincts became more and more excited, and his shoulder blades began to itch with excitement, as if the wings that he should have been born with were finally going to revive!

- Well, it's just my illusion, the shoulder blades itched because the tongues of those hateful deformed barnacles had penetrated deep enough to lick the bones - is the battle above not over yet? Obviously, the power of the excitement and oscillation has subsided for a long time, but why can I still feel the instinctive trembling, and can't help wanting to kneel down and surrender to welcome the return of the ancients? ! ! !

——Hey, can you guys move faster, or just throw some broken limbs and flesh down so I can savor the memories!

The immature instinct muttered in its heart, but its heart beat more and more violently. A simple rhythm that even it, as an instinctive consciousness, could not understand came from the cliff. The strange and hoarse humming was mixed with the clanging and hissing of swords and swords, and contained the madness of the fluttering of scales and wings. There was also a faint pressure from the Supreme... It made its frozen body tremble unconsciously.

This strange tremor continued until a faint flapping sound was heard - the figure that suddenly jumped down from the cliff fell in front of it.

Slowly rising from the gray sea surface was a familiar yet unfamiliar face, and the eyes shining with black and white mottled light stared directly at its pupils that were rapidly dilating due to fear.

The young self, who should have been as silent as dead as ashes, seemed to regain some vitality after seeing this familiar face. He suddenly broke free from the burnt ashes in his heart, pinched his throat with his charred arms, and asked word by word in a hoarse and weak voice:

"What is the truth?"

"Was my father and mother killed by my grandfather?"

And the figure that slowly rose from the sea just smiled gently, stepped on the surging undercurrent and came to the front of the desperate boy, and the warm big hand touched his head. The chaotic and free power poured into the boy's head, which was as gentle as the mother's caress and as harsh as the father's scolding.

The strange scissors-like buzzing sound resounded through Sebastian's mind, causing his resentful soul to tremble, and his body was twitching like a spasm, and every inch of his skin, muscles and bones was bursting with indescribable crackling noises.

The extra barnacle tentacles that had penetrated deep into the flesh struggled in fear to break away, but were blocked by the revived pale granulation. Each granulation was like a strong arm that tore off the restless barnacle tentacles and then swallowed the hungry cell group deep in the flesh.

The hair fell down, the eyebrows, eyelashes and body hair all fell off, and even the skin and bones on both sides of the nose were broken and fell off, and the slightly thick lips shrank inward as if they were cut... The boy's face seemed to be twisted and changed, and some of the extra parts were cut off by invisible scissors, and the facial features gradually became more three-dimensional... But if there were other people present at this moment, they would find that the boy's face seemed to be gradually approaching the naked man opposite him.

Drops of clear liquid mixed with fat white lipids flowed out from the gap between the forehead, which was also redundant and unnecessary... A certain seahorse-like structure began to become thin and shriveled.

A deep resonance like a whisper sounded from the chaotic mind, as if telling a new yet old, illusory yet realistic experience... It was a temptation that Sebastian, who was deeply trapped in the buzzing in his head, could not resist. It was a completely different past and experience, which constituted another memory and identity.

"Sebastian... I am your father."

The boy's turbid eyes suddenly brightened, and mottled light flowed from the depths of his pupils. He couldn't help but murmured along with the whisper in his head: "Yes, you are my father."

"Great John H. Watson, I am your most loyal son. I will follow your guidance and move forward. I will be the sword in your hand. I will spend the rest of my life to help you extinguish the rule of glory."

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There is still a trace of indelible chaos in the depths of the boy's head who has awakened again.

But this dreamlike feeling did not make him feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, it made him feel unprecedentedly happy. It seemed that as long as this mottled chaotic color remained in his head, he did not need to worry about those unnecessary emotions and concerns. He could follow his father's footsteps and pursue the true freedom that had never appeared in the world! ! !

'Hey, Dad's back looks so reliable... Is this what it feels like to have a father? It turns out that it feels so safe to have a father to protect you from the wind and rain. It's great - hey, why do I have such a strange idea? I have been following John's father on adventures for 18 years, looking for the remains of the secret Sichen... But why do I feel like I have a father for the first time? '

'Strange, really strange...'

The young man shook his head fiercely, trying to get rid of this bizarre idea. He had such a wonderful childhood. Even if his father worked hard, he never missed any of his birthdays. How could I have a father on the first day? !

‘It must be the influence of the secret teachings of that weird old immortal! There must be some remnants of the buzzing in my brain that have not been completely eradicated! ! ! ’

‘Yes, that's right, it must be like this! It was because of the power of the old moth that caused me to have wild thoughts. Damn that old guy! ! ! ’

‘After this mission is completed, I must go back and have a good rest, eat a big meal to comfort my poor and suffering stomach these days, and then have a good sleep. I guess I won’t have these weird thoughts anymore. ’

Sebastian ended his meaningless reverie. He suddenly raised his head from the sea and found that his father's back was getting farther and farther away from him. He immediately swam up faster.

They swam all the way to the huge black rock that looked like an island off the coastline. They first swam around the rock, and then finally found the right place to climb up, and stopped at the waist of the spire-like rock.

Even in such a dark night, through the true vision inherited by our Watson family bloodline, Sebastian only took a second to find their goal - a gray-white handprint on the bumpy wall of the huge reef that had been corroded by wind and waves for a long time.

"Father, is this the location?"

"Yes, press it." Father was still as usual, and the communication during the mission was always simple and efficient.

"Yeah, I understand."

Sebastian also replied in the deep voice of his father, and then pierced his palm with his sharp teeth, and pressed his bloody palm against the gray-white handprint. He was careless and lost control just now, and swallowed the last target who contained the blood of the secret room. Fortunately, the special power still remained in his body, and it was still alive. It should be able to replace the key, right?

I don't want the mission to be messed up because of my greed at the most critical moment!

Fortunately, the power of the target's blood still remained in his body. As soon as the hard reef at the gray-white handprint touched his blood, it melted quickly like ice and snow, and the sticky black liquid flowed like a gray ocean.

The white library hidden inside the reef was finally exposed to them, and those books that recorded ancient secrets were finally in the hands of our Watson father and son!

Alas! As long as our Watson father and son join forces, there is nothing that can stump us!