Quenched long order

Chapter 196 Under the Rain
Navin Wilt.

Sandman Hunter.

A name, a title, combined together, temporarily short-circuited Sauer's brain.

Shaoer looked at the man in front of him, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

"You are……"

He spoke again.

"Naven, are you a quencher?"

If Naven was not in Ximu Port when the Sandman was raging, or was on the edge, or was rescued, he would have survived and lived until now. However, this alone is not enough for Naven to obtain the Sandman Hunter. title.

Even if there are other ways to fight against disasters, they all need to rely on external forces. However, the man who calls himself Naven does not have enough items on him, and he is not a group, but an individual action. This also means that Naven can be called For Sandman Hunter, most likely using the Temperator's abilities.

Naveen is a Quencher.

"Of course, aren't you too? Otherwise, why would you still be alive." Naven nodded casually.

Sauer took a deep breath and let the fresh air in the rain stay in his lungs for a while to relieve the fatigue and drowsiness he had just woken up. After two seconds, he slowly exhaled the air he had just breathed into his lungs, and his mind was filled with thoughts. A more reasonable guess has been sorted out.

The current time is not necessarily five years ago, and it is very likely that it is not the original world, but another world with a completely different history.

The leader of the Black Domain Religion's idea of ​​returning to the past not only had errors, but was even completely different from the original historical trajectory.

"Naven, I think we can talk." Sauer looked serious.

……

After about 10 minutes.

Sauer walked out of the room and looked up at the dark sky. The smell of rain made him feel a sense of absurdity. This absurdity surrounded his body, penetrated through the skin, penetrated into the heart and lungs, and penetrated every cell.

He had talked a lot with Naven just now, and he also knew what the situation of the Wilt family here was like.

Here, Naven's parents are not tempered people, just ordinary people. Moreover, here, there is no alchemy, astrology and occult arts. To be precise, there is no external force that can be used to fight against disasters like in the previous world, but Naven Naven is a Temperator, and he awakened his Temperator ability early. Later, as his ability continued to improve, Naven's status in Ximu Port increased, and his family's living conditions were greatly improved with his help.

However, when the Sandman appeared in Ximu Port, Naven's parents had no time to escape. Even though Naven rushed back after receiving the news, he still could not save his parents.

After that, in the process of fighting against the Sandman, Westwood Port was defeated steadily. Until the war broke out, this strictly controlled port was temporarily abandoned, leaving only a very small number of scouts to observe the outside of Westwood Port, and carry out inspections at regular intervals. A report.

"Are you sure you weren't kidding what you just said?" Naven's voice came from behind.

Sauer turned his head and looked at Naven standing in the house, his eyes bright under the raincoat.

"As expected, they are in Ximu Port now." Shaoer nodded with a serious expression.

Hearing this answer, Naven's eyes seemed to ignite with fire, "I want to see them." With that, he walked out of the house and stood next to Shaoer, "Follow me."

After saying that, Naven walked into the rain.

Sauer looked at Naven's back and remained silent. Then, his eyes were attracted to Ximu Port further away. The prosperity he had seen and heard was now gone. Ximu Port seemed to have gained a rare silence. , just like a tired machine that has stopped running and no longer has a rhythm unique to humans.

He turned his head and looked to the other side, looking at the gray sea. The sea surface was gray, but there was no terrifying black fog as deep as ink on it.

"What are you doing standing there?"

Ahead, Naven shouted.

Sauer withdrew his gaze and followed Naven's footsteps.

Amid the rain, the two walked into the deserted city one behind the other, their figures seeming to blend into the shadows of the city.

……

Abandoned Ximu Port.

Owl Hotel.

The guests on both sides of the table were smiling and motionless, like wax statues. The food on the table had gone rancid and smelled disgusting.

"Just here."

A strong man dragged a door panel in. On the door panel, lay a woman, a woman whose body was constantly changing.

The two are Jason and Martha, whose life and death are unknown.Jason put the door panel down and sat directly on the ground, gasping for air.

A few seconds later, Kraut stood at the door. He glanced inside the room, and then turned to look outside the door. His sharp eyes passed through the rain and fell on the few pedestrians on the street.

"I said, Kraut, was this what Westwood Harbor was like five years ago?" Jason wiped the rainwater.

"This is indeed Westwood Port, but..." Kraut retracted his gaze and walked into the hotel, "...it is definitely not the Westwood Port we are familiar with."

Suddenly, Martha's body lying on the door panel shook violently, and her body gradually separated, as if she could not maintain her human shape.

When Jason saw this, he immediately distanced himself.

The two looked at Martha warily.

"Jason, you just said that the white figure you saw in the staircase space turned into a monster after the body was separated, right?" Kraut asked cautiously.

"Yes." Jason nodded solemnly, looking at the door panel with a hint of sadness.

A reckless investigation, a life withered.

"We can't touch her... No, it should be possible now, but not after she loses control, but..."

For an instant, the image of his old self and the black armor standing behind him flashed in Jason's mind, "...the soul is not affected."

After speaking, he looked at Kraut, but there was no look of envy in his eyes.

He already knows the relationship between Kraut and the leader of the Black Domain Order, and the connection therein. Even if he is not usually sensitive to such things, he also knows that it is difficult for anyone to accept this reality.

"You help me look outside, and I'll try to see if I can stabilize her." Kraut breathed heavily, his face full of forced exhaustion.

The pale puppet appeared in the hotel and came to the door. Then, white filaments fell from the fingers of the pale puppet, penetrated into Martha's muscles, shuttled back and forth between the cracks, and stitched the cracks.

"If it doesn't work, then we have to take action in advance and hope she can survive."

After Kraut stood up, he looked at Martha lying on the door panel. Then, he felt his eyes go dark and his whole body shook. He put his left hand on his forehead, opened his hands, and pinched his temples.

At this moment, the fingers of the guest sitting at the dining table moved slightly, and no one noticed this slight shaking.

"Cough cough!"

Martha suddenly coughed, hunched over and clutched her stomach with both hands.

Jason quickly ran in, "How are you?"

"I...where am I?" Martha's eyes were cloudy, and her hands slowly stretched forward to groping.

"You..." Seeing this, Jason stretched out his right hand in front of Martha's eyes and waved, "...can you see it?" he asked.

"What can you see?" Martha asked.

Jason retracted his right hand, turned his head and looked at Kraut, and the two were silent.

Martha felt the atmosphere, so she stretched her hands to her eyes, and inserted three fingers into her eyes. At the same time, she said, "Is there something wrong with my eyes?"

While speaking, she took her eyeballs out of their sockets and handed them forward.

The two people's eyes fell on the blood-stained eyeballs, and an indescribable strange feeling filled the hotel.

Amidst the patter of rain, Kraut suddenly thought of something. The ring finger of his right hand moved slightly, and a vague silk thread entered from the wrist, advanced along the arm, and extended to the whole body.

This was the method he used to deal with the Sandman.

Controlling one's body indirectly through the temperer's ability, rather than directly controlling it through consciousness, creates a credible reference between reality and dreams.

back.

keep going back.

The puppet silk thread controlled the body to retreat, but in Kraut's eyes, he still stood still.

Now, he is in a dream.

The Sandman arrives silently.

(End of this chapter)