My Abyss Survival Diary

Chapter 86 Brother?

Simon and Brienne exchanged a glance. Were they really that unlucky, running into another madman?

"Explain briefly, for example?"

The Imperial Adventurer's enormous helmet was directly in front of Simon's face. The reflective one-way glass couldn't reveal any emotion, but Simon could still hear the dissatisfaction in his tone.

"The nun and I were assigned to the same spot by the steam armor. I saw her sitting in the flower field talking to herself, so I went up to say hello. But instead, she swung a hammer at me and called me a heretic or something. How rude! I'm an adventurer certified by the Empire!"

As he spoke, he angrily showed Simon the mottled, rusty medal on his chest, which depicted a large, iron-black bird, undoubtedly in the style of the Empire.

In the early days of the empire, some civilian adventurers were indeed sent to explore the abyss, but most of them never returned.

Like criminals, the Empire will not allow them to leave the Abyss. The significance of awarding them medals is merely to tell the Empire that they are trustworthy adventurers, nothing more.

Adventurers are well-equipped and enjoy exploring, constantly challenging the deeper levels of the abyss. Apart from heretics who dislike them, most factions in the abyss are willing to trade with adventurers, and the deep samples they provide are rarer and more valuable.

Frani questioned, "Then how did you escape? You were wearing such heavy clothes, you couldn't possibly outrun that nun."

"I don't know either. That crazy woman chased me for kilometers and then started talking to herself. Suddenly she apologized to me, and now I have no idea what she's doing." The Imperial Adventurer sighed. "I thought I could cooperate with the nun, but I didn't expect her to be a crazy woman."

Simon discreetly observed him, and what was puzzling was that this Imperial adventurer only carried a pistol and had no other weapons or equipment.

Most importantly, there was no sign of him having hunted.

Humans eat when they are hungry, which is undoubtedly a truism, but that is precisely what makes this imperial adventurer suspicious.

Wearing such thick clothing and a heavy mask, this guy had been chased by the nun for several kilometers, expending so much energy and calories, yet he still hadn't hunted or eaten.

This guy seems to be quite something too.

"Goodbye, everyone. I'm going to find the beast's lair. Please remember my advice: don't get involved with that guy."

The adventurers from the empire bid them farewell, then slid down the slope and headed in another direction.

He didn't turn around; his large helmet reflected the morning light before disappearing into the crimson sea of ​​flowers below the slope.

"Let's go too." Simon hoisted the harpoon back onto his shoulder and walked down the slope, with Florian following behind, carrying the birdcage.

After walking another three or four kilometers, they met the nun.

Her long, silvery-white hair cascaded down her shoulders, falling amidst the withered flowers.

She wore a dark gray nun's robe, the hem of which was torn, revealing silver-white leg armor. Beneath the robe was hard iron armor, all of which was tattered and worn, with several parts worn and mottled white, and a narrow crack in the shoulder armor on her left shoulder.

She wore a signature holy hammer at her waist, its hexagonal head engraved with the Iron King's commandments, the inscription worn almost illegible.

The hammer handle was wrapped in black leather, and a dark red strip of cloth, already soaked with blood, was tied to the end of the grip.

She wore an eye patch over her left eye, the black canvas straps tucked into her silver-white hair, while her right eye was open, her dark gray pupil veiled as if by a layer of mist.

The face was beautiful, but not the kind of beauty that made you want to look at it more. Simon thought of classical sculptures, which carved deep sadness, pain, and bewilderment into a piece of hard marble, so beautiful that it was unbearable to look at directly, and it was easy to be immersed in those complex emotions.

Her mouth was moving, but no sound came out. Her lips were twitching, as if she were reciting a prayer, or as if she were talking to someone.

Simon took a step forward, his boots crushing the flowers, the subtle sound attracting the nun's attention.

The woman raised her head, her body trembling violently, her dark gray right eye fixed on Simon's face.

As if a gentle breeze had blown by, the mist in her pupils silently dissipated.

Simon didn't know how to deal with a mentally ill patient with paranoia, so he could only tentatively begin to speak:

"Miss..."

The nun hurriedly stood up, and the holy hammer slipped from her hand and slammed to the ground with a dull thud.

"elder brother!"

Her shout, brimming with expectation and joy, froze him in place.

Who is your brother?

Simon didn't know what expression to make, while Brienne was laughing hysterically in the birdcage.

That expression couldn't be faked; the disoriented nun truly regarded him as a brother she hadn't seen in a long time.

The nun excitedly ran to Simon...

She was half a head taller than Simon. She looked down at him slightly, her deep gray eyes, brimming with excitement and joy, reflecting his face. She reached out with trembling hands, her fingers, stained with dried blood, gently touching Simon's cheek. Her cold fingertips trembled incessantly.

Her rough hands slid from Simon's cheek to his shoulder, clutching the fabric of his robe. She leaned forward, her forehead gently touching Simon's brow bone.

Long, silvery-white hair hung down, obscuring both of their faces.

But the radiance of excitement and joy gradually faded, leaving only an lingering sadness in his empty eyes.

His eyelashes trembled, and glistening tears welled up in his eyes, streaming down his cheekbones and dripping onto Simon's robe, leaving a small, dark stain.

"The Third Division of the Holy Hammer Sisters descended to the third level, where they encountered the Spawn of the Abyss, which the local heretics called the Beacon of Hope."

Her hoarse voice was choked with sobs, broken and intermittent.

"It was like a giant anglerfish, spewing out thick black mist. Its prey would be attracted by the gleam on its barbels and then be devoured and torn apart by its countless sharp teeth. We were forced to a small hill and had no choice but to fight that damned monster."

Listening to her voice, Simon imagined the incredibly brutal battle.

"Sister Ilya inhaled too much black fog. Even after her breathing filter broke, she held her ground with her shield until the poison took effect."

"Sister Selena, she kept wielding the Holy Hammer, using every last bit of strength to fight back against that monster even when her bones were broken."

"Sister Claudia, she gave me her breathing filter, she gently encouraged me to pull myself together, and then... she took the explosives and perished with the monster."

Her hands were clenched tightly, her knuckles were white, and her body was trembling, from her shoulders all the way to her knees.

"They all perished! Only I, only the most incompetent of them, survived!"