My Abyss Survival Diary

Chapter 26 Arrival, the Hungry Angel

Simon followed the figure through the bushes at the edge of the camp, the mud beneath his feet becoming harder and flatter.

The fog swirled before me, and the figure in the dark red robe appeared and disappeared in the fog, like a flickering will-o'-the-wisp.

The bushes ahead suddenly broke off, revealing a large, bare clearing, and in front of the clearing...

A huge, circular cavity that looked absolutely stunning appeared before Simon's eyes.

The cavity is over thirty meters in diameter and bottomless. The faint light from the spores cannot penetrate that deep; looking down, one can only see a thick, impenetrable darkness.

It was cool around the cavity, and the wind blew upwards from inside, carrying a damp, rotten smell.

The area around the cave entrance was covered with footprints and blood. Dark red blood flowed down from the edge of the cave entrance and seeped into the cavity through cracks in the soil.

More than a dozen corpses lay scattered along the edge of the cave. They were all criminals who had come after them, including Theodore's henchmen and rebels who had just acquired weapons.

They all died in the same way: their throats were slit, the wounds were very clean, like they had been cut open with a scalpel.

Faldor stood among the corpses.

He was over two meters tall, and his dark red robe was soaked in blood, clinging to his body and outlining his muscular physique.

My right arm below the elbow was covered with bone spurs, which looked like inverted daggers growing out of my skin and were still dripping blood.

Faldor withdrew the bone spur from his arm, and the wound healed quickly, leaving only a few dark red scars.

"We meet again." He looked at Simon, his eyes fierce as if he wanted to devour him.

Simon gripped the harpoon tightly, aiming the spearhead at the man in front of him.

"This time you're going to go yourself, or send a dog to hunt me down like last time?" he mocked coldly.

The pain of losing his prey twisted Faldor's face into a grimace, but he clenched his fists and barely managed to suppress his rage.

The next moment, he knelt down on both knees, his knees slamming into the pool of blood, splattering a small amount of blood.

With his hands on the ground and his forehead pressed against the cold, damp earth, he stood in a posture as devout as a pilgrim.

Brienne stood at the edge of the cave, her dark red robe fluttering in the wind, its hem stained with blood and dragging on the muddy ground.

"The time has come. Flesh and blood will return to flesh and blood, and the abyss to the abyss." Her voice was soft but clear, echoing above the empty cave entrance. "New shoots will sprout from the rotten, and even the broken body can be reborn."

Her voice was filled with expectant laughter.

"Let us welcome—"

Her voice suddenly stopped.

A piercing shriek came from the bottom of the large cavity, growing higher and sharper, like a knife slicing through glass.

The sharp sound pierced the fog, pierced the spore light, and pierced everyone's eardrums.

Simon covered his ears and took a step back.

Faldor looked up, and fear appeared on his angular face for the first time. Brienne's hands froze in mid-air, and her lips trembled.

The shrieks grew increasingly piercing, the flapping of wings sounding like tin being torn apart, one after another, as a huge black shadow burst out of the hole, the resulting gust of air knocking Brienne to the ground.

Simon was pushed back several steps by the blast of air, and almost slipped on the wet, slippery fungal carpet.

He steadied himself and raised his head.

The thing hovered above the void, looking down at them.

That was... an angel?

Its six wings flapped in turn, the spores' cold light shone on its massive body, and pure white feathers fell from the sky.

It has two pairs of arms.

Two arms were crossed over her chest, her posture serene, as if in prayer.

The other pair of hands hung at her sides, palms facing up, fingers slightly spread.

The monster's head is a human head, the head of a young man, with blond hair flowing in the wind and a wreath of flowers on his head.

Its skin was unnaturally white, not the healthy white, but the pale white that had been soaked in water for a long time and had lost all color...

It was as smooth as porcelain, and also like a corpse.

Its chest is covered with countless bright red flowers, vivid and beautiful, with thick petals and curled edges, like silk soaked in blood.

Countless blooming flowers crowded together, forming a vast and beautiful sea of ​​flowers, layer upon layer, stretching from the collarbone all the way down to the abdomen.

What a holy monster! Such an absurd description came to Simon's mind.

The angel slowly opened its eyes; its azure eyes were wide open, the pupils unfocused, like two stagnant pools of water.

Breanne collapsed to the ground, her stunningly beautiful face contorted in shock.

The shock of seeing something that shouldn't exist, the collapse of faith.

"No." Her voice trembled. "No, no, no... It's not a child of the abyss... No!"

Two arms reached out at the same time and gently embraced the panicked Brienne.

The movements were very gentle, like a mother holding her baby.

The sea of ​​flowers on his chest began to surge, the petals curled outwards, tearing open the skin and flesh along with them. The gaps between the flowers were widened, the skin was smoothly torn apart, and the ribs were separated to the sides, revealing an oval-shaped abyss-like maw.

The edges of the opening were made of bright red flesh, spiraling inwards in circles, each circle covered with barbed teeth, the tips pointing inwards, densely packed.

A strong, nauseating stench of blood assaulted the senses, as if countless wronged souls were wailing in agony.

"No, no! Ahhhhhh!"

Two arms forcefully shoved the girl inside! Her head went in first, then her shoulders, then her torso. She was still struggling, her fingers gripping the edges of the petals, her nails digging into the flesh, but her mouth suddenly snapped shut.

The chest closed, the flowers bloomed again, leaving only a few drops of blood seeping from between the petals.

The horrifying scene left Simon and Faldo wide-eyed and rooted to the spot, unable to move.

"Brené!" Faldor roared suddenly, his voice cracking with rage.

He spread his arms, and sharp bone spurs grew from his arms, shoulders, and back at the same time, and then charged towards the monster!

Unfortunately, his fearless charge did not attract the attention of the "angel," whose body trembled slightly, as if it were chewing.

When they were almost within reach, it flapped its wings again, all six of them flapping simultaneously, instantly disrupting the airflow and creating a storm!

At the critical moment, Simon forcefully plunged the harpoon into the soil to barely steady himself, but Faldor was unable to stop and was very close to the Great Hollow.

Before Faldor's bone spikes could even pierce the monster, his own massive body was instantly sent flying.

"Damn it...damn it!"

The roar faded into the distance, and Faldor fell into the great void.

In the raging storm, Simon was completely disoriented, and his eyes were almost completely obscured by sand.

His body swayed precariously in the howling wind. He knew the danger all too well; if he didn't seek refuge in time, he too would fall into the abyss and be smashed to pieces, just like Faldo.

Stay calm, you absolutely must stay calm!