The endless waves crash against the sand, like a gentle caressing.

Qian Cangyi slowly opened his eyes, and the scene in his eyes was ghosted, and it took a second before it returned to normal.

"It's ...... Saqoura Island? Qian Cang put his hands on the ground and shook his head to sober himself up.

He waited until he was almost recovered before he got back to his feet.

Ahead, the entire island of Sagura is covered by forests, and the verdant colors hide everything on the island.

On the beach, dozens of corpses were lying or lying on their stomachs, with bright bloodstains, as if they had been dead for a long time.

These people, wearing black cloaks, were the same believers who had followed the Prophet out of the village of Wika.

Qian Cang glanced around, and there was no other living person on the entire beach except him.

"Are they all drowned?"

Qian Cangyi pressed his right index and middle fingers to his temple, recalling the scene at the sea of Villefort.

The ship sailed through the storm, however, the storm grew stronger and the waves got higher and higher, and finally, the ship was overturned by the waves and everyone fell into the sea.

"How do you feel a little tired......

Qian Cangyi shook his head, trying to make himself more sober, but the situation did not get much better.

There was always an inexplicable force affecting him, making his movements obviously slow down a lot, and the whole person had no energy.

"It's probably because of Sagura Island, and it's not ruled out that I've been drowning for too long, in short, let's take a look at the surrounding situation first."

At the beginning of the inspection of the bodies on the beach, he found numerous knife wounds on the bodies of the believers, and the problem was that the pistols were scattered around the bodies of the believers.

This point caught the attention of Qian Cangyi.

It stands to reason that unless they are outnumbered, it is impossible for believers with pistols to lose to natives.

If this were the case, the beach would not only be littered with the bodies of believers, but also the bodies of indigenous people.

Qian Cangyi turned the corpse at his feet, face up, the believer had a frightened expression on his face, his eyes protruded, and his mouth was wide open, as if he had seen an incredible scene.

"It seems that the natives, who are also followers of Hezerak, also possess extraordinary power."

Qian Cang clapped his hands as he began to examine the corpses on the beach.

He was very careful throughout the process.

If it is suspected that the believer is not dead, he will first try to wake up, inquire about the situation, confirm the dead believer, and he will make up for it.

All dead!

Qian Cangyi sighed, took off the black cloak that was relatively intact, and put it in the backpack.

The believers in front of him were obviously not all, and he did not see the body of the prophet, which meant that there might be believers in the forest, and when the time came, relying on the cloak in the backpack, he could sneak into the Wika village again.

……

There is a clear path in the forests of Sagura Island, and the vegetation near this road has been treated.

As he walked along the path, the sound of the waves faded away, and the forest became more and more silent.

Unknown cyan insects flew around on the grasses, and gray sparrows looked down at the strangers who had suddenly intruded.

Qian Cang sniffed and smelled blood.

He slowed down, clenched his pistol, and bent slightly.

After walking around the corner, he saw a wounded believer lying on the ground.

The believer had lost a large piece of flesh on his left shoulder and several visible wounds on his abdomen.

Qian Cangyi pointed his gun at the believer, but did not shoot.

He walked over to the believer and crouched down, and shouted softly:

"Wake up."

The believers did not react.

Qian Cang shook it a few times, then probed his nose and found that he was dead.

He pulled out his dagger and mended it, and then moved on.

Not far away, there was the sound of shouting and fighting.

Qian Cang bent on his waist and did not stay on the road anymore, but sneaked in through the grass.

As the distance drew closer, he leaned his back against a thick-branched camphor tree, and then turned his head to look in the direction from which the voice had come.

At first glance, he saw the believers, the fleeing believers, and the second glance, he saw the natives covered in animal skins.

The natives behaved very strangely, as if they were not injured despite being covered in gunshot wounds.

After a scream, the native thrust the spear into the believer's chest and drew it.

Then, the native looked in the direction where Qian Cangyi was.

Qian Cang hurriedly lay down, but the footsteps were getting closer and closer to him.

The situation is not good......

Qian Cangyi quickly changed his strategy, standing up and observing the natives in front of him.

The natives were dark-skinned and medium-sized, with obvious gunshot and knife wounds, some of which had even been pierced through the body, but no blood was coming out.

It is worth noting that the eyes of the natives are completely black at this time, like a black pearl.

Qian Cangyi quickly pulled away, and now he was in the forest, and although the trees were not dense, it was still difficult to hit with a spear.

Enemies on both sides.

Qian Cang had already made a judgment in his heart.

On the Blue Pearl, Douglas's narrative is that the natives are friendly, but the situation is completely different now.

Although it is not known what conflict arose between the Prophet and the natives of Sagora, it is now clear that it is irreparable.

Regardless, Qian Cangyi does not believe that the natives can distinguish between outsiders and outsiders, at least for now, there is no such indication.

Suddenly, the natives sped up.

Qian Cangyi frowned slightly, stopped, and the dagger was held in his hand.

As the spear approached him, he held the eternal sleep clock in his hand, and the second hand pointing to 59 began to turn slowly.

In such a short period of time, Qian Cang did one thing, adjusted the direction of the spear.

By the time time had passed again, the spear had turned into a weapon to pierce the natives.

During the whole process, there was no expression of surprise on the faces of the natives.

After Qian Cangyi stabbed the native, the natives didn't seem to care about the wounds on their bodies at all, and let go of their hands and continued to grab Qian Cangyi.

In response, Qian Cang used both hands to push the natives towards the trunk of the tree.

The spear pierced into the trunk of the tree, nailing the natives to the trunk as well.

"Dead believers don't show signs of getting up, so it's not contagious."

"There is no change in expression when injured, which means that you can't feel pain."

"Even though I was dressed completely differently from the believer, he still rushed at me without hesitation, without even asking or warning, indicating that he had lost his judgment."

"Presumably controlled remotely, or some kind of secret art, so that they only have the instinct to destroy the enemy."

Qian Cangyi held the dagger in his hand, and he wanted to test his suspicions.

Ten minutes later.

Qian Cangyi placed the corpse of the aboriginal on the ground.

They are the head, the arms, and a leg.

"You can live without your head, but if you miss too many parts, you will still lose your 'activity'."

"The best way to deal with them is to cut them in half, which is not good news for me."

He clapped his hands, stood up, and continued walking deeper into the forest.

"By the way, I remember that Dr. Edward's recipe came from the tribes of Sagura Island."

"Looks like I'll have to go inside the tribe and maybe find out."

Qian Cangyi took a deep breath and continued to move on.

……

The humble villages, the guardrails made of tree branches have been burned down, and the houses of the entire tribe have basically been burned down.

The native, armed with a spear, stabbed the believer to death with a fierce blow.

An elderly native with a grass ring on his head looked around with tears in his eyes.

The entire tribe had been burned to the ground, leaving only a ruin, and as far as the eye could see, corpses were everywhere, and blood was spilled on every corner of the tribe.

Suddenly, there was a strange noise around him, and the old natives were alert again, and four natives gathered beside him.

Four natives escorted the elderly natives in the middle, and then a flock of sparrows flew away from the treetops.

The old native breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hand, and sat down on the ground, while the native next to him seemed to lose control and lay on the ground.

Hours of fighting had exhausted him.

Just as the old native was about to get up and leave, he suddenly felt a sharp hard object in front of his neck, and just when he didn't understand, the figure of Qian Cangyi appeared next to him.

"Don't move, I know you understand what I'm saying, listener." Qian Cang's tone was cold, without the slightest emotion.

"You...... Kill if you want, I'm the only one left in the tribe anyway. The listener looked depressed.

"I'm not an accomplice to them, on the contrary, I'm here to destroy them." Qian Cangyi moved the dagger away a little, and he was making a gesture of goodwill.

"What do you want to know? What can I trade my life for? The listener regained his spirits a little.

"Tell me what's going on here." Qian Cangyi took the dagger back, but he did not stay away from the listener, and once the other party tried to do something to him, he would not hesitate to kill the person in front of him.

The listener sighed, glanced back at Qian Cangyi, and then replied:

"A week ago, I dreamed of Hezerak's instructions that a new Sagula would come to the island, so I arranged for a warrior to meet him."

"When the men they called prophets saw us, they ordered us to shoot, and my people were killed and wounded."

"As a last resort, I used a forbidden spell to allow my people to continue to defend the tribe even if they died."

"The Prophet seems to have seen through my spells, and I reacted quickly and led my people back to the tribe to defend myself."

"At first, they were able to resist, but later, the houses of the tribe began to burn for some reason, and at the same time, they killed them, but the Prophet seems to have already left and headed to the depths of the island, perhaps his purpose in the first place was to go to the forbidden land."

"However, the Prophet left behind a group of his men to kill us."

Qian Cangyi understood the ins and outs of the matter, but there was one thing he didn't understand.

Obviously, a month has passed since he entered the world of Ore, why has it only been a week now.

He thought about it carefully, considering that the location of the exit of the secret passage in Wika Village was not clear, but the Prophet's destination must be another port city, and the closest port city to Wika Village was East Beacon City, that is, the Prophet spent time on the road during this period.

"Have you seen anyone else? I mean people like me, people who have no ill will towards you. "Qian Cangyi wanted to know where Robert was.

Perhaps, the person in front of you will know.

"You're the first." The listener shakes his head.

"I'm going to the forbidden land, can you give me some advice or help? I'll help you get revenge by the way. Qian Cangyi looked into the eyes of the listener.

The listener also looked at Qian Cangyi, as if to confirm whether Qian Cangyi was telling the truth or a lie. Fupin Chinese