The captain often uttered some strange words with obscure meanings and wildly constructed words, but the crew members on the Lost Home were often very tolerant of them.
After all, there is a pigeon on the boat who uses even weirder words and is more difficult to understand - and the communication between the captain and the pigeon has always been smooth, which shows that those weird words are not the captain's problem.
It is a problem that short-sighted mortals cannot understand.
Anyway, if you don’t understand it, just treat it as a subspace dialect.
Morris did not ask what "PTSD" meant, but silently digested the information the captain had just revealed, while Duncan did not hide anything and told about his experience in the cemetery last night.
He mainly wanted to hear the opinions of "professionals".
Duncan's narration quickly attracted the attention of several people in the restaurant. Nina was the first to come over, followed closely by Shirley, Alice and Agou. In the end, even Vanna, who had been keeping silently by herself, He suppressed his curiosity and quietly came to the long table to listen.
"The Cult of Annihilation..." After listening to Duncan's story, the first person to frown was indeed the most knowledgeable Morris, "How could they be interested in corpses..."
"Shouldn't Annihilation Cults be interested in corpses?" Duncan asked curiously.
"They are not necromancers," Morris shook his head. "The Annihilation cultists follow the Holy Lord of the Underworld and delve into the knowledge of the demon field and the summoning field. They have no interest in the flesh and blood of the world - not only have no interest, It can even be said that they despise and like them, because they firmly believe that the flesh and blood in the world are weak and dirty, and the deep demons and the deep holy masters are the original forms with the 'pure and holy nature'. Such a group of heretics, How could you go to a cemetery and steal a corpse?"
"It's unimaginable," Aiden shook his head. "The world in the eyes of these Annihilation Cultists is probably completely different from that of ordinary people."
A hoarse and dark voice suddenly came from behind. Shirley turned her head and saw an old man with pale skin and a shriveled body standing on the edge of the deck. The old man was wearing a priest's robe. One side of his skull was sunken, and the corresponding half of the skull was sunken. The body has a moist texture as if it has been soaked in sea water.
A dense cloud of smoke overflowed from the gaps in the collar, cuffs and breast pockets of his crew uniform, covering his entire upper body in black smoke.
"The Cult of Annihilation has no interest in flesh and blood from this world - but surely this is not a flesh and blood body from this world, is it?" Duncan raised his head and looked seriously into Aiden's eyes, "Even, this may not be a flesh and blood body at all. What's flesh and blood?"
"you mean.……"
After a long absence, the Sea Mist finally returned to its home port.
Fanna was stunned: "...Ah? What?"
"He was dragged to the deep sea by his symbiotic demon," Agou explained casually, "The Annihilation Cult, tsk, no matter how these gangsters worship the Holy Lord of the Deep and tie the Deep Demon to themselves, they After reaching the true deep depths, he will still be regarded as a human being - these uncontrolled demons only recognize the breath, and they will tear him alive."
A trickle of wine flowed from the side of his cheek, which was cracked due to the depression of his skull.
Listening to Duncan's analysis, Aiden thought thoughtfully: "Oh...then this will be a bit fun."
Noticing the captain's gaze, Fanna suddenly raised her head, her ferocious bones crackling together.
Although I knew from the beginning that the cultists in this world were more and more religious, the Annihilation Cultists' drive to challenge the limits of aesthetics was just too cultish!
Fu Li shrugged, picked up the pipe and took another deep breath, then held his breath again, and his whole body was filled with smoke.
"So that's what happened," Aiden touched his chin and murmured thoughtfully, "No wonder this guy looked reluctant when he was dragged in..."
"What you said reminded me," Aiden touched his chin and said thoughtfully, "The body I occupied at that time had a very strange 'disintegration' phenomenon shortly after leaving the coffin. , skin and
The muscles disintegrated and fell like dry soil, and these cultists seemed to have expected this..."
"Will he be torn apart by other deep demons?" Fu Li muttered, and then couldn't help but think of the previous incident, "Wait a minute, but I remember that you and Fanna used a similar method to escape - right in front of me In front of you, you jumped into the crack leading to the deep realm."
Listening to the old scholar's explanation, Aiden frowned subconsciously.
Smoke was still rising from the bullet hole in his chest.
When mentioning that great achievement, Agou couldn't help but look a little weird, but he soon waved his hand: "This is different. Fanna will always try her best to protect me when she takes me to run away. She will try to confuse me. My aura couldn't get through it, so it fought with other deep demons - so every time it used that trick to escape, it would be injured.
First Mate Shirley stood at the edge of the deck, carefully stuffing the fine tobacco from Pland into an ancient style short-handled pipe, lighting it with a lighter, holding the cigarette holder in his mouth and taking a deep breath comfortably.
The Sea Mist returned from the cool central waters. Although it did not bring back any news of success that time, it did bring back gifts and specialties from far away - fine wine and souvenirs presented to the "Sea Mist Venture Capital Company" by the Prudential authorities. There are also tobacco, cloth and handicrafts purchased by the captain. These things are all good things for the hot and closed hidden island.
Annihilation cultists despise the flesh and blood of the world, and they lead "existences with pure and holy nature in the deep realm"? Do they even think that the Netherworld Demon and the Netherworld Holy Lord possess that kind of "purity and holiness"?
"...It's good to have a broad heart." The old pastor couldn't help but sigh.
This is Seamist's chaplain, Will.
Fu Li frowned slightly. He thought for a long time before suddenly thinking of something: "So, the key is not the body you occupied at that time."
"No one said you were." Aiden said calmly.
Fu Li looked at the old pastor for a moment, then suddenly said: "Shall I teach you a trick? You can drink that bottle of wine for several days..."
After the old priest finished chanting, he picked up the large wine bottle and brought it to his mouth, then raised his head and took a sip.
Fu Li turned his neck, looked at the smoke surrounding him, and then opened his collar and took a look.
"Purity? Holiness?" Fu Li looked at the mysterious hound with strange eyes, "Even the original form of life?"
"Actually, there's nothing wrong with being an immortal. I can't play like this when I'm alive."
On the edge of the secret island shrouded by ice floes, turbulence and fog, a steel battleship with a high bow is docked steadily at the end of the pier. Undead sailors are busy in the cold wind and mist, some of them are checking the status of the ship. The other part is counting the cargo, or directing the crane on the shore to lift this time the cargo box from the cabin to the shore.
"Cool tobacco can fill a hole in the soul - but a hole in the body is another matter, isn't it."
"Tsk, tsk, I don't dare to say anything else. The female cultist who ran away must be completely dead at this time," Agou smacked his mouth and said, "She definitely died without a complete body."
"The technique doesn't work well," the old priest shook his head. "The main reason is nausea, and the acidity starts from the third time."
Although the undead have not left the world of the living, they still have independent personalities and emotions. They also need a certain quality of life, entertainment and hobbies. In some respects, they even need these things more than the living. .
Aiden looked up at Duncan, who quickly added: "Maybe it's a professional habit. I am very concerned about the purpose of these heretics. Just like Mr. Morris said just now, abnormal Annihilation cultists will not care about the flesh and blood of the world. He is interested in his body, so these believers appearing in the cemetery are even more suspicious."
Aiden hadn't thought about what would happen to the cultist who ran away, but when he heard Fu Li's words, he couldn't help but be startled: "Why do you say that?"
When he said this casually, Fu Li next to him immediately reacted: "Who knows how their brains grow? I am not an Annihilation Cult."
Then he held his breath and tried his best.
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At this time, Duncan, who had been staying by the side without speaking, seemed to finally be unable to bear it any longer. He moved slightly closer to the long table: "These heretics... apart from trying to take me out of the cemetery, Is there any other action?”
Because their souls always feel cold and empty, they need the hot creations of the civilized world to fill these holes.
"Other deep demons are another matter - just like the one you just mentioned, they will protect their masters. Right Vanna?"
"This is a 'death bird,'" Fanna raised her head and responded to Ah Gou while glancing at Fu Li cautiously. "Normal deep demons will indeed take the initiative to protect their masters. They have no heart at all, and The Annihilation cultists act together only because they are restricted by the symbiosis contract, and once they reach the deep sea, they will immediately lose control, and this cultist will be dead."
Aiden couldn't help but look at Fanna next to the table - this guy was dragged over directly by Agou. At this time, he was lying on the floor, holding a vocabulary book with his paws and looking at it very seriously, beautiful The skeletal head swayed back and forth.
