Frick almost thought she had lost her mind.
Because it is really hot today.
Everyone was sweating profusely after just walking out for a while, including those villagers who were too fat - some people's clothes were completely wet.
And so the temperature continues to rise.
Rolling heat waves rushed towards us, and the air felt like invisible fire.
Even the clouds in the sky turned orange-red, and Frick felt his lungs burning just by breathing.
"Is it hot?"
"……nonsense."
"It's hot."
"...!?"
"Have you ever wondered why this island is hot during the day and cold at night?"
Hitzfeld was talking to him, but his neck kept moving back and forth restlessly, as if he was looking for something around him.
"Normally, the temperature difference between morning and evening at sea is not so exaggerated...but this contradictory climate is real, and it is accompanied by thick white fog."
"So, Mr. Knight, do you think there is a possibility... that the nights are cold because something on the surface or under the surface is absorbing heat, causing the temperature on the ground to dissipate quickly and cannot be locked in at all. And the daytime heat is because something intensifies the sunlight, causing the normal summer temperature to be as unbearable as a furnace?"
“…” Frick was stunned.
He hadn't quite grasped what Hitzfeld meant by that.
"The angles of each mountain and cliff are carefully considered."
But Hitzfeld continued.
"You can think of this as a little game of mirror reflection."
"The sun shines on the Crystal Sea, and then - due to the work of some entity, or simply a unique natural phenomenon - the light faces a sea surface as smooth as a crystal mirror."
“It reflects that light.”
"Anything that exists in the midst of that light... like this island, and us on it, have to deal with the sun's rays coming from above and below at the same time."
"On this basis, the cliffs - they must have grown that way because of some will - will further refract the sunlight from above and below. While continuing to raise the temperature of the island, it gathers it from all directions and reaches the end point of this unique design - a place high enough to form a diagonal refraction with the sea below the knife-edge corner."
"Hitzfeld..."
Frick's lips trembled.
"you……"
"So it wasn't fog, Captain Frick."
"But locked up, steam at sea."
"I think this should be the whole truth about the Crystal Sea... as a dangerous place."
"this--"
The man's eyes gradually widened, and his usually calm face gradually became distorted.
Hitzfeld licked his lips, which were cracked by the heat.
As part of the white mist was evaporated by the high temperature, her eyes lit up and she saw that light was gathering on the steep slope at the top of the main peak.
It was like another sun appeared in the sky.
It is equally bright and hot, making it difficult to look directly at it.
"If nothing unexpected happens, they will give us two options next."
Hitzfeld looked toward the northwest corner.
That's where Blade's Edge Cliff is.
"One is to offer his fresh brains to take over the duty of our glorious and hard-working Lindworm village guard..."
"The other is to jump into the concentrated sunlight."
"Melts away the flesh."
"Shedding the skeleton."
"Reborn under the witness of the sun."
Chapter 44 When the Hot Wind Blows
So that's the situation.
In Hitzfeld’s view, it wasn’t that “the monster just happened to appear in the Crystal Sea.”
Rather, "the Crystal Sea just happened to have this natural condition, so it eventually gave birth to the monster."
Frick opened his mouth wide, shocked and speechless.
Hitzfeld, however, looked directly at Lindworm, meeting its gaze.
This old man... According to the time when Britney disappeared, this body should have been used for nearly 20 years. It's time to replace the old with the new.
Lindworm's eyes were very direct.
That is the most primitive greed, without any impurities.
It came towards here little by little.
Standing in front of the girl, he stopped and looked at her.
"Your eyes are very special."
it whispered.
"I had a feeling when I first saw it. Last night confirmed my suspicions."
"what is it."
"You...what are you again?"
"Lindworm." Hitzfeld did not answer any of these questions, but looked at the old man's face calmly.
"Ashley has been safe and sound all these years, and even those books have not been taken away."
"You should still remember who you are, right?"
"..."
The old man's face moved.
"I don't regret it."
He made a stiff, staccato sound.
"I also……"
"We don't lack that one bite... of food."
"Is this what you think?"
"That's still Braithworm's idea."
"That was Britney Skye's idea."
Hitzfeld's mouth curled up slightly.
"This...is none of...your business..."
After saying this with great entanglement, Lindworm's face was already severely distorted.
It's not an exaggeration in the conventional sense.
It's a real twist.
The skin and flesh on his face were being pulled like a canvas; his face, lips, nose, eyes... all the flesh and organs seemed to be caught in a vortex of flesh and blood and were gradually spinning.
"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me..."
The monster uttered words again in a halting manner.
"Anyway... you'll be melted."
"That eye..."
"You can't escape..."
"..."
Watching its limping back, Hitzfeld couldn't help but fall into deep thought, wondering how all this had come to be.
What was the original "Breathworm" like?
Maybe there is no island.
There is no fog falcon.
Without that vegetation.
Maybe there were only some reefs or land slightly above the sea level at that time.
But the conditions for giving birth to miracles - waterspouts, scorching sun, and crystal sea mirrors - already existed.
Perhaps this evolution continued for hundreds of years.
During these hundreds of years, perhaps the "Braceworms" were originally just some animals such as seabirds and sea fish.
They either lost their way or were simply swept by the storm. And then on that day, all the factors came together miraculously, causing their flesh and blood that melted under the scorching sun to not die completely, but to give birth to a faint consciousness.
This consciousness is very, very weak, even more delicate than the smallest mollusk on the seabed. It must have no wisdom at the beginning, only the instinct of life, trying to survive.
Although it has transformed into a new life form, it still hates high temperatures. Therefore, the scalding sea surface and shallow waters are definitely not its favorite places. It should wriggle its soft body like crystal mud and drill under the seabed, using some shelter to resist the sun and eat the plankton in the coral reefs.
If nothing unexpected happens, this unique sound may take hundreds or even thousands of years to grow into a predator that can be called "terrible".
But as if fate loved this special child very much, the storm at sea soon brought it new nutrients - some fragments of the ship dismembered by the strong wind.
Among these fragments were powerful creatures that it had never seen before, with strong torsos and flexible limbs. Even if they were seriously injured or dying, they could be smashed into pieces with just a swing of the fist.
It observed them carefully.
The reefs on the sea surface were of limited size, and finally, one of these creatures broke away from the reef and slowly sank.
The opponent seems to have lost any ability to resist. It may try to get close to this creature, try to... squeeze its shapeless, liquid-like body into some holes.
So the turning point officially began from this moment.
The person who fell into the water did not die.
Even though his body was severely damaged, with multiple illnesses, hunger, thirst, drowning and fainting... he was not dead after all.
It drilled into the body, ate the brain, and then tried to fill the remaining area with its ever-changing body, reconnecting the blood vessels and nerves.
There is no doubt that the human brain is a supreme treasure.
Take any mentally retarded person, his brain capacity and the wisdom he can extend are far beyond those primitive animals that are said to have high IQs.
People are people, they are different.
"Braceworm" - you can call it that now... Its life level has achieved unparalleled evolution and sublimation at this moment.
Perhaps the original wisdom was born here.
It seemed to understand something.
It seems like I don’t understand anything.
It still looks muddy, but compared to the original biological form that didn't even have a brain, this is already a terrifying improvement.
It tried to control the body and found that many places were "uncomfortable".
burden.
waste.
What are you going to do with these weird things?
It's never as convenient as it originally was.
That little bit of new wisdom brought back memories from long ago, so it controlled its body to float up to the surface of the sea, where it was exposed to the sun for a long time.
