Chapter 1109 Pirates

"It should be possible, I... can try, but if birth becomes death, and death becomes birth, then the whole world will be messed up." Lily looked very embarrassed, she was afraid that her ability would hurt the earth. Humans of the sea.

Charles lowered his head slowly and looked underground, "Perhaps compared to the surface, we are now a mess. We just reset the real time now."

Some knowledge about time began to drill into Charles' brain quickly, which quickly consumed the remaining time of Charles, but this time Charles didn't clear it up immediately.

Because this knowledge is very important to him, related to the future destiny, he finds that he seems to have found a new way to possibly lead others to escape.

"Lily, time is not static, it is not absolute, it is relative, different reference objects, time will be different."

"You said that you only took us away, which is a bit too narrow. We should think a little bigger. We may try to send the root of the doomsday to the past together with Earthsea."

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At this time, on the surface of the Indian Ocean, several refitted dilapidated fishing boats touched a huge cargo ship in the distance through the dark night.

"Hey! Mogadishu! Don't point the gun at your companions! Damn it, if you weren't my nephew, I wouldn't want to take you as an island."

A brown-skinned middle-aged man covered with a black scarf said bitterly.

Mogadishu suddenly trembled, and tremblingly suppressed the muzzle of the gun.

He just boarded the boat today, nervousness is unavoidable, and the other companions around looked at this kid gloatingly.

He looked at the cargo ship that looked like a mountain in the distance, and then looked down at the dilapidated fishing boat under him, feeling very uneasy. "Uncle Gerry, is this really all right? I'm a little scared,"

Gerry put his hand on his head, making him lie lower. "You bastard, I'm afraid of such a small scene, you don't want to grab a laptop for your little Isa?"

Hearing this, Mogadishu took a deep breath and nodded resolutely, thinking of those neighbors who had returned home with fruitful results. "I'm not afraid!"

"That's right. There are only a few dozen crew members on such a large ship of hundreds of thousands of tons. I can't see the ship's side hundreds of meters long. I hope there will be a few more Americans this time. Hey, Americans are the most valuable."

"Aren't the Americans very powerful? Are the people we kidnapped them really okay?"

"What are you afraid of! No matter what country he is from, we have the final say here, they are nothing!"

For this big country, the old pirates like Gerry have already figured out their minds. They just kidnapped a few Americans. They can't send out the navy to snatch people, can they? It's not enough gas money to dispatch a trip to beat them.

On the one hand, there is a ransom of tens of thousands of dollars, and on the other hand, military expenditures of tens of millions or hundreds of millions. In such a situation, any fool would know what to think.

What's more important is that there are as many poor people as they are in a poor place like Somalia. Even if they kill a group, they will grow again, which is useless at all.

Therefore, most countries obediently pay their money and settle down. This is also how their modern pirates make money.

The cargo ship drove very slowly, and the fishing boat quickly moved to the side, "Don't be stunned! Hurry up! The cable gun! This boat is not equipped with a high-pressure water gun! It's a big piece of fat! Maybe there is a woman to make you feel good! "

Several cables flew up and hung firmly on the side of the ship. Mogadishu followed his uncle Gerry to climb up.

When a dozen or so people finally reached the deck, it was pitch black, and even the lights behind the glass of the cockpit were not turned on.

Mogadishu swallowed with some difficulty. "Uncle Gerry, there seems to be something wrong."

"What's wrong, what's wrong, do you think this is an aircraft carrier? There are some wage earners on this passenger ship, they are very timid, you can scare their urine out with a gun!" Gerry finished. , picked up the painted semi-automatic in his hand, and walked towards the cabin.

Seeing that the leader had done this, the others couldn't say anything, so they immediately followed cautiously.

There were lights in the cabin, but they still didn't see a single person.

Two people were left to respond at the door, and the others began to sweep from room to room with guns, looking for Americans who might be hiding.

The cabin was opened all the way, and suddenly Mogadishu stopped. He quickly told his uncle that someone was talking in the cabin in front.

Everyone carefully posted it, and the voice in the room became louder and louder, sounding like some unknown language without consonants.

The other party seemed to be singing some kind of hymn in this language. That weird tone made them sound very creepy.

"I! I! futar! Ugh! Ugh! I futua cf' ayak 'vulgtmm, vugtlagln vulgtmm! Ai! Shub-Nigath!"

"Don't be afraid, our prophet will protect us. There is only one true God!" Gerry rushed over with a gun in his hand and kicked the door open.

A bloody smell that was almost condensed into substance hit the face, and the scene inside made Gerry froze in place.

Under the reflection of the dim candlelight, a group of people in black robes were kneeling on the ground, singing devoutly to a giant tree wall painting made of flesh and blood on the wall.

Gerry's body began to tremble. He knew he was in serious trouble. Although he didn't know what happened, he must be in serious trouble.

Suddenly the singing stopped, and those people turned their heads in unison, only then did Gerry realize that all of them were wearing gas masks.

In the next second, everyone including Gerry felt weak all over, without a trace of strength, and the colorless and odorless anesthetic gas enveloped the surroundings at some point.

Mogadishu, who was full of fear, just turned his head and ran back, but only took two staggered steps before collapsing to the ground with his other companions.

He can't move and can't speak but his senses are still there, I don't know why Mogadishu finds this situation more terrifying.

Soon those in black robes came over, and they dragged them into the blood-smelling cabin like picking dead pigs.

Unable to move, he could only watch helplessly as his uncle was dismembered alive with golden daggers by these guys.

According to certain rules, they used the uncle's bones, human skin, and human flesh to form a circular magic circle.

Immediately afterwards, Mogadishu ushered in his own destiny, and he was thrown into the arms of his uncle who had been completely dismembered.

The chanting sounded again, and an uncontrollable murmur sounded.

The murmur of the black robe began to resonate, resonating with something in the ocean.