Chapter 251 Who Is He Praising? (Update!)
[For ￥Huang Tian Zai Shang￥, Feng Gui. Two big guys add more]
"I am more and more curious about your fight with Vivian!" Peter also said with emotion.
Soon, several patrol policemen who were startled by the gunshots arrived. David took out his police officer ID and threw it to the police:
"The Special Operations Department has taken over here. Thank you for your hard work."
After confirming the authenticity of the police officer ID, the police officer saluted David and then trotted away again.
Peter stacked the two bodies together, then took out a small glass bottle from his clothes and poured the colorless and transparent liquid inside on the two bodies on the ground.
As the liquids touched the surface of the skin of the bodies, bursts of sizzling sounds suddenly emerged.
After a while, the two bodies melted away, leaving only two blood-red internal organs, one was the liver and the other was the kidney.
Picking up two pieces of internal organs from the ground and weighing them in his hands, Peter said:
"Two Sequence 9 blood servants, these two pollutants should be worth about 180 pounds in gold pounds in the church."
"Only the first day of work, I almost got my income for several months. I'm really envious."
David pouted and said: "Hasn't the bounty you got in these few months been small?"
Eros didn't care about the bounty. He cared about another thing. Peter called these two Sequence 9 blood servants just now.
"Their Sequence 9 is called blood servant?" Eros asked directly without hesitation.
He only recently learned about the Scarlet Cult, so he didn't know much about these things.
Peter nodded and said, "Their sequence pathways are different from most gods, which may be related to the fact that the Blood-Red God is a new god."
"Their Sequence 9 is called Blood Servant, Sequence 8 is called Scarlet Scholar, Sequence 7 is Scarlet Mentor, Sequence 6 is Scarlet Professor, and Sequence 5 is Scarlet Reaper."
"As for the extraordinary realm in the future, we don't know. Maybe the captain knows. If you want to know, you can ask him."
At this point, Peter was a little curious and said, "Since you don't know these, how did you judge that he was a believer of the Blood-Red God before?"
Eros smiled and explained, "I have met people from the Scarlet Sect before, and I am more sensitive to the bloody smell on them."
Peter blinked and said in surprise, "To distinguish people by smell, this is a method we have never thought of."
David on the side shrugged and said, "This may be a talent. Ordinary people can't do this."
Peter nodded in agreement. The next few people did not stay in place for long. After properly storing the two pollutants, they continued to patrol the streets.
I don't know if it was because of the gunshot or something, but the whole afternoon seemed calm.
In the evening, after Eros and Angelica had dinner in the cafeteria, they got on the carriage back to Villa 179, Bela Street.
At night, Eros was soaking in the hot spring, stroking Isabella's head with one hand, and checking the record about the Lost Island with the other hand.
This is a diary, and the owner of the diary is a warlock named Gross.
This warlock likes to explore various places, and this diary records his exploration process.
After flipping through the previous meaningless exploration records, Eros went straight to the records about the Lost Island Sea.
…
On the morning of June 12, 49970 in the Steam Era, the weather was fine.
Just today, Kaxiu actually mocked me, saying that my past exploration experience was not worth mentioning.
There was nothing worth talking about, they were all meaningless explorations.
What's the point of conquering those dangerous places that ordinary people can hardly get into as a warlock?
Damn it! I was actually convinced by him. Indeed, I am a warlock. How can I limit my vision to those places that ordinary people dare not get into?
I should explore those places that warlocks dare not approach. If I succeed, Kaxiu will definitely be shocked.
…
On the morning of June 16, 49970 in the Steam Era, the weather was cloudy.
After a few days of thinking and comparison, I finally chose a place.
To the west of the Aoland Islands, near the edge of the Misty Sea, the magical Lost Island.
As for why I chose this place, after a few days of comparison, I found that this is the closest dangerous place to my location.
…
On the morning of June 18, 49970 in the Steam Era, the weather turned from sunny to cloudy.
Just today, at 9:15 this morning, right next to the Moses Port, the future legendary explorer Gross is about to set off.
If I can really succeed this time, there will definitely be an article named Gross in the history of the exploration world.
Great Lord of All Machines, Great God of Steam, please bless your faithful believers.
I set off!
…
On the morning of June 19 of the same year, after a day of sailing, I arrived at the Ogran Islands.
But when I looked west, it was still a blue sky, and I didn't see the legendary lost island.
I continued to sail west, and stopped when I approached the edge of the fog.
Although the fog could not immediately contaminate a Sequence 6 warlock, staying in it for a long time would still make the human body feel uncomfortable.
At 6 pm on June 29 of the same year.
Just when I gave up because the food was running out, the great God of Steam seemed to hear the prayers of his devout believers.
The mysterious Lost Island appeared, it gradually emerged in front of me like a phantom, gradually solidified, half bathed in the sunset, half hidden in the mist.
Because I was afraid that the Lost Island would disappear from my sight again, I didn't dare to delay and hurriedly rowed the boat over.
I successfully landed on the island without any obstacles.
Seeing this, the content of this page has been read.
Eros turned a page, but the next page had only one line of words.
I came back alive!
Praise the great, the brilliant, the noble, the eternal...
The diary stopped abruptly!
Eros was stunned, and hurriedly turned a few pages back, but unfortunately the back was blank.
What on earth is going on? What did he write later?
Isn't he a devout believer in steam? But his last praise is obviously not a prayer to praise the God of Steam.
What did he experience during that time?
Eros turned the page again and touched the words, one word at a time, as if he wanted to know if there was any mystery hidden in it.
But when he touched the blank space behind the prayer, he suddenly felt a sharp pain between his fingers.
Then the next second, the diary in his hand turned into a ball of temperatureless flame and burned up.
As if she had noticed Eros's abnormality, Isabella raised her head and asked curiously:
"What's wrong?"