So, the Annihilation cultists began to pray.
In the dim light of the oil lamp, in the deathly stagnant atmosphere, in this deep and cold assembly hall, under the gaze of the Profound Holy Lord.
A member who was insane and acted recklessly brought that inexorable shadow to this assembly venue. From now on, anyone who leaves the assembly venue may bring that shadow to other compatriots, just like what happened just now. What happened, so they will never leave here again - under the witness and encouragement of the messenger, these devout and fanatical believers will choose to make a quiet and loyal sacrifice.
They were determined to bring the secrets they held to the Kingdom of the Lord and would never reveal anything to the ghost again.
At least, that's what they decided now - a moment of courage is always easy to do.
The cultists prayed silently, constantly calling for the blessings of the Holy Lord in the secret room. The messenger sat quietly in front of the round table, looking calmly at every face in the room, at the determination and determination of these people. Nervous, brave, scared and shaken.
Time passed like this for an unknown amount of time. The flame of the oil lamp on the table flickered, flickering on and off. During a certain flame jump, one of them seemed to hear a faint voice:
"...I'll give you a chance."
Some people raised their heads in horror, looking for the source of the sound. Some people closed their eyes tightly, as if they were afraid of seeing something. However, the sound had dissipated in the air, as if it had never appeared.
"Keep praying," the messenger said softly, with some bewitching power in his words. "The ghost is powerless. Apart from death, he has nothing more to threaten us, and death itself is the gateway to the Lord." The fastest way to the country."
In the past, these words of the messenger have always given people courage and made even the most uneasy followers quickly resolute. However, for some reason, every word he said this time can only make people feel more and more approaching terror. The coldness——
Increasing uneasiness is spreading in the assembly hall, fear is approaching the boundary of reason, and wavering is gradually growing in silence. Not everyone is the most devout saint, and for those who are not devout enough... now is the time to lose their minds. .
One believer finally screamed, the thinnest one - as if he suddenly saw something terrible, he jumped up from his chair and shouted: "I say! I say! I know what happened." What’s going on!”
The messenger instantly stood up from his chair and shouted with fright and fury: "Hold him down!"
Several figures around the round table suddenly swarmed up, roughly and angrily grabbing the thin figure, pressing him firmly on the table, and trying to cover his mouth to prevent him from revealing the Lord's secret - but the thin figure However, the figure burst out with astonishing resistance. He struggled violently, and dark chains appeared around him. Terrifying bone spurs and horny structures appeared on his limbs, allowing him to almost break free from the shackles of his "compatriots". At the same time, he kept shouting:
"It was the preachers of the End who gave us the information! They claimed that the 'Dream of the Nameless One' contained the truth from the beginning of creation and the most original blueprint of the Holy Lord...
"The dream of the elves can lead to the dream of the Nameless One! This race itself is the carrier and channel of dreams, because they have flaws in the blueprint stage...
“The followers of Black Sun are also on the move, but they are looking for something else, and I don’t know what they are looking for!
"The Endgame preachers say the time is near, but that's all I know... That's all I know, Mr. Duncan, only the prophets and saints know more, and the Endgame preachers, they Know...that’s all I really know!”
The thin cultist struggled and shouted quickly. In the great fear, he inspired another level of courage - the courage to betray faith, but then, he struggled to raise his head again, tears streaming down his face. He looked at the "messenger" not far away, and after a brief moment of courage came new fear: "I'm sorry, I just want to live, I want to live..."
Then he screamed again: "Mr. Duncan! Please protect me! Don't let the messenger kill me! I fulfilled my promise - you said you would give me a chance! You said... you would..."
The heavy pressure on his shoulders weakened, and the thin cultist was halfway through screaming in terror. He finally noticed the change in the atmosphere and slowly stopped.
From beginning to end, he was the only one whose screams echoed in the assembly hall. His "compatriots" held him down, but no one really stopped him from shouting. The messenger was watching him, but from beginning to end, In the end, he never really took action.
With his eyes widened, he watched the messenger slowly put his hands on the round table and gave himself a gentle smile: "You see, it's not that difficult to say it."
Around the round table, the believers who had worked together to pin him down on the table also retreated one by one.
These "compatriots" surrounded him and looked at him. A slightly stiff but gentle smile appeared on their faces, and then they applauded one by one.
The thin cultist's eyes widened. He looked at everyone in the assembly hall in horror, and finally spoke with trembling lips: "Messenger... Sir Duncan, and Duncan, Duncan, you are all..."
Creepy whistling and roaring sounds sounded one after another, and ghostly demons appeared in the assembly hall one after another, which were constantly disintegrating or struggling to break their chains and escape from the real world. As these symbiotic demons disintegrated or escaped, Every figure in the sight of the thin cultist (including the "messenger") began to spontaneously ignite rapidly.
The last burning figure walked towards the thin cultist before collapsing, and patted his shoulder with a smile: "You too."
The assembly hall fell silent.
The thin figure stood quietly among countless black ashes. After a few seconds, he suddenly blinked, then quickly returned to the round table, reached for the paper and pen on the table, and brushed I wrote something on a page.
Then he grabbed the piece of paper and walked to the exit of the basement - the "thorns" summoned by the messenger before were still blocking the door, and the sinister and dark power was surging in the thorns.
But in just an instant, the thorn bush burst into flames, the green spiritual fire turned it into ashes, and the door behind the thorn bush opened with a push.
Duncan quickly passed through the basement door where the embers were still burning, passed through the dilapidated buildings on the surface, and then the figure soared into the sky in the flames...
A patrolling guard watched in astonishment as a group of green flames fell on the street in front of him. Just as he subconsciously raised his weapon, he saw a staggering figure walking out of the group of green flames that seemed to be constantly collapsing and disintegrating. figure.
The thin, dangerous and suspicious figure who was constantly collapsing and disintegrating walked over quickly, with a bright smile on his face: "Hello, I want to report heretical activities."
The guard who was about to blow his whistle and pounce with his sword was momentarily stunned.
He had served the church for many years, and this was the first time he met this kind of... whistleblower. He was stunned and subconsciously asked: "Report?"
"Yes, it's in the basement of the house at the end of the alley in front, the house with the blue sloping roof. This is a report letter, which contains the general situation of their party. At the end is an anonymous bank account, Please pay the reporting reward directly to the account, thank you."
The guard stared blankly at this suspicious and weird guy. Listening to the other person's sputtering words, his mind was confused and he finally couldn't help but raise his finger and point at the other person's face that was constantly turning into ashes and crumbling: "Mr. , your face doesn’t look very good..."
"I know, I tried my best to maintain it, but it seems that the method is still not right. It is only stable for fifteen minutes longer than usual - don't worry, don't forget to pay..."
The young guard accepted the report letter almost in a daze. Before the other party completely collapsed and disintegrated, he finally thought of a question: "Sir, what is your name?"
"Just a zealous heretic..."
…
Homeless, in the captain's room, Duncan came back to his senses and exhaled a long breath.
His main consciousness returned to the ship.
The goat head on the edge of the navigation table reacted immediately and immediately turned his head this way: "Ah, your great captain - it seems that you have gained a lot?"
"I got useful information from a group of cultists who gathered in secret. Unfortunately, the time was too short. I didn't have time to determine which city-state it was, and I don't know if there are other gathering points nearby." Duncan exhaled and raised his head. He rubbed his eyebrows vigorously with his hand, "But it's not a big problem. I think we will continue to deal with them soon..."
On the wall not far away, layers of shadows floated on the surface of the simple oval mirror. Agatha's figure emerged from the mirror and looked at Duncan curiously: "Are you okay? You look a little tired?"
"I just tried a relatively new avatar control method, and I'm a little uncomfortable with it." Duncan waved his hand, "It seems that schizophrenia is not something you can try casually. Maybe you should ask Heidi for advice if you have a chance. ...How could she separate out dozens of people at once and still not be confused?"
Agatha: "...?"
However, Duncan did not continue on this topic. He soon frowned slightly and began to recall and organize the information he had just received from "far away".
I originally thought it was just an ordinary dream invasion, I thought it was just a weird nightmare phenomenon, I thought the appearance of those cultists was just an accident... But I didn't expect that behind this incident, there was suddenly a shadow beyond everyone's imagination.
"The Dream of the Unknown..." Duncan raised his head in thought and looked at Agatha in the mirror and the goat head on the table, "Have you heard of this term?"
(End of chapter)
