The game has become a real alternate world-Chapter 904 - 586: The Desperate Escapees

"You’re still awake?"

"It’s none of your business," Eva said irritably, her back turned to Adam.

"Yes, yes, I promise to ’mind’ you in the future."

"Idiot, is there something wrong with your ears?"

"Nope, I have a lot of confidence in my hearing."

As soon as the words left his mouth, a pillow was thrown forcefully by Eva. Adam caught it with a grin and lay down on his own bed.

"Thanks for your concern, my pillow was just snatched by Tokke."

"Hmph!" Eva responded with a cold snort.

Adam lay on the pillow that smelled like a cat, staring at the ceiling using his Blood Race night vision.

Lying on the bed, he swayed gently with the ship’s rocking. To these children, the rhythmic motion was like the best lullaby.

"How long have you been on this ship?" Eva’s voice came through the darkness.

"Hmm, let me think. Back then, I was just a kid, well, I guess I’m still kind of a kid now.

It’s been about four or five years, I think, though I should be around thirteen or fourteen now." Adam was the longest-standing child on the ship, being one of the first children suddenly bestowed with the Blood Race lineage.

"I remember you were brought onto the ship two years ago, right?"

"Mm."

"I still remember back then..."

"Shut up, shut up, don’t say it!" Eva quickly threw off her covers, dashed in front of Adam, and covered his mouth with her hand.

"Mmm mmm mmm!" Adam quickly waved his hand, indicating he would be quiet, only then was he released by Eva.

As she let go, Eva angrily punched him, then quickly returned to her bed.

"Don’t be mad, back then you were still... okay, okay, I won’t say it, I definitely won’t say it this time."

In the darkness, the cat eyes flashed with a murderous glint before slowly closing.

And so, the room fell silent for a while.

Suddenly, Eva spoke up: "Do you know Pokanasha? She’s actually thirteen, the same age as you, but she still looks like a child. Isn’t that amazing?"

"Pokanasha? Are you talking about that little Elf girl?" Adam really didn’t know the girl’s name, considering she had only been brought on board a few days ago.

"Elves seem to be that way, I’ve heard they can live for a thousand years." Judging by her appearance, the Elf child seemed to be only about four or five years old.

If you think about it, that Elf child was probably just like him and Eva, turned into Blood Race at a very young age.

"Do you... do you still think about escaping from here?" Eva suddenly asked in a low voice.

"Of course!" Adam’s voice suddenly rose, firm and resolute, as if to muster his own courage.

"Idiot, keep your voice down!"

"It’s fine, those bastards outside already know we want to escape anyway. They love to see us try to run but fail miserably." Adam suddenly felt a bit dejected, his tone full of annoyance.

"I thought you had given up, after all, you’ve been here so long, and... and they call us the same kind." Eva’s voice drifted through softly.

"The same kind? Them, humph, they’re all scum, I’m no kind of theirs!" Adam’s emotions flared up.

But after speaking, he quickly calmed himself, huddled under his blanket, and muffled through it: "Just wait, when I’m grown up and strong enough, I’ll definitely take you all and escape."

"Mm, I believe you."

This time, a complete silence settled between them.

Until a faint voice came, like muttering to oneself: "Someone will come, someone will come to save us."

Adam heard this but did not respond. In his heart, if someone were to come to rescue them, they would have come already.

And this was something he had heard countless times since Eva had come aboard, sometimes even in her sleep-talking.

On the vast ocean outside.

Darkness covered everything.

The Bloody Bride continued plowing through the waves.

At night, a faint mist rose over the sea, making the air increasingly damp and chilly.

Within the salty mist, a sweet, sickly smell of rotting fruit seeped in unnoticed.

Under the dim moonlight, within the fog, a massive shadow was slowly closing in on the Bloody Bride.

It was a ship hidden within the night.

The Blood Race sailors on the pirate ship noticed the anomaly and hurriedly signaled with flags.

However, the mysterious vessel did not stop and sailed straight towards the Bloody Bride.

As the distance closed, the shape of the giant ship in the night became visible.

The ship coming out of the black fog was draped with nets woven from human bones, its rotting sails covered in pouch-like bulges from which yellow-green pus would seep every few heartbeats.

The bow resembled a hatching sea monster skeleton, its ribs draped with appendages combining octopus tentacles and coral, with each tentacle end attached to a half-melted sailor’s corpse.

These sailors’ corpses seemed not quite dead, melded into the ship’s body. Their nearly detached jaws opened and closed unnaturally, waving the weapons they held in life aimlessly.

As the ship cut through the waves, thousands of shells fell from the rotten planks, revealing the pulsating red membranes underneath.

Standing on the ship were cultists in various robes and sailors whose skin had completely peeled off, appearing insane.

A holy song, as unintelligible as obscene curses, encircled the ship, drifting with the sea breeze.

Desecration, malevolence, filth—these words were the truest depiction of this vessel.

When the moon rose to its zenith, the two ships finally came alongside.

The Blood Race first mate tossed a rope made of human tendons, skillfully latching onto the coral mast of the cultist’s ship.

Twelve cultists, with glowing anemones parasitizing their eye sockets, leaped over the ship’s side. Tentacles extended from beneath their black robes, coiling around earthen jars, filled with black substances seething and devouring the barnacles on the jar walls.

The Blood Race opened the cargo hold, revealing slaves unconscious in barrels of blood wine. Their pale bodies were covered in gelatinous tubes for bloodletting.

Moreover, strange and complex runes were etched upon the bodies of these slaves, each slave bearing distinctly different runes upon closer inspection.

"Heh heh, these are rare goods!" said the first mate, who had replaced his lost leg with some unknown object, standing proudly by the barrels.

The cultists made no reply, only emitting nauseating sounds of viscous substances moving.

At the moment when the moons overlapped, both ships echoed with trumpet blasts tinged with a rusty taste.

This seemed to be a predetermined signal.

As the cultists plunged their tentacles into the blood wine barrels to absorb nourishment, in exchange, large writhing chunks of flesh fell from their decaying hull.

These chunks of flesh, seemingly alive, instinctively crawled towards the slave cages in the Blood Race ship’s hold.

"Eat up, you little folk love your food, don’t you? Hurry and eat! It’s a rare chance to fill your bellies."

The Half-Elves were herded, scooping up the flesh chunks with wooden spoons. Their bodies were growing new scales, gradually replacing the rotting skin.

An ancient, deep call echoed from the depths of the waves, phosphorescence began to appear in the wake of the ships, as if countless eyes were slowly opening beneath the sea.

Such was the sordid transaction between the Blood Race pirates and the Evil God Followers.

In the night sky, figures riding some flying creatures zipped quickly under the moonlight.

On the Bloody Bride, the captain, who had been resting in the captain’s cabin, suddenly opened his eyes.

He had keenly sensed a lurking danger.