The first mate was unable to prevent the crew from going into a frenzy.
According to the time indicator on the flagship, a full Hala year has now passed. The captain never left the room, and the first mate never brought food to that room, but the captain's breathing and heartbeat would still ring in the ears of every crew member. After they suffered from nightmares and mutations, the captain gave them a way to resist the nightmares, and fear drove them to devote themselves to the only salvation with an incomprehensible fanaticism.
Only a handful of crew members will mutate, or be driven mad by the endless torture of blasphemous hell, and initiate rebellion. Without exception, these were the ones who rejected that approach - the renegade crew who worshiped a scaly snake-octopus creature with a foul name that the creature could not pronounce. It was a name full of fear. Many civilizations gave this name new meaning in their own legends. They called it the Holy Snake, the owner of endless black magic and the bridge across chaos. After the first mate suppressed the rebellion, he once investigated the room of the rebel crew. When he opened the door, everyone couldn't help vomiting. Even aliens of different types would be irritated by the stench and blood. The inhuman laughter of those mutated crew members still echoed in the air.
The first mate saw protective runes scratched off on the walls of the cabin, as well as a lifelike demon statue.
It was a statue smeared with rotten flesh and blood, a body filled with wet internal organs, countless stump limbs from different races twisted into demon limbs, and the painful faces of the dead became demon faces. This is a blood sacrifice, a barbaric and primitive method of sacrifice, a method of praying for the realization of illusory beliefs with pain and soul. There is no shortage of dead in this fleet. Countless lives have been lost in each war. The wreckage of damaged ships has also been salvaged and used as materials to repair ships. No one is going to make sure that every body, every limb is burned. The captain's order was to keep it clean, so how to dispose of the body became a question. Even if someone took it back and ate it, it was not impossible.
Although the captain ensures logistics and food supply, for some pirates, intelligent creatures of other races are little more than food. No one had any objections to this treatment method. After all, the reactor's heat pipes were almost full in those days, which greatly affected the reactor power.
Those stinking flesh-cast statues greatly shocked everyone who entered the cabin. Everyone who saw the statues went crazy after returning, including completely mechanized races. Only the crew members who worshiped the captain after seeing the demon statues can be spared. This made the surviving crew even more fanatical, and the captain's extraordinary deeds naturally became the object of worship among the crew.
In a daze, the first mate found that he was thinking of the captain's name. It was not the supreme wisdom that had ruled the Kree for thousands of years, nor was it the great Celestials or the Xorrians.
The faithful crew chanted the captain's great deeds and wisdom over and over again. Whether they are cat people or biochemical robots, their worlds have religions, but they have divorced themselves from their beliefs and devoted themselves to a fanatical worship that they cannot understand and do not want to understand. They took up arms to fight enemies who had turned to evil and mutated flesh, much to the confusion of the first mate, who was born in the scientific world of Hala.
The Kree have long since expelled religious worship on the planet Hala through scientific development. Even if there are people who still believe in the Xorrians who created the Kree, they are a minority. No one will believe in them with great fanfare, because the Kree have analyzed it through scientific means. The process by which the Xorrians created the Kree. First Officer Alex has never believed in anything. He knows that an effect called "information cocoon" is taking place, and those people will never listen to his persuasion. If he contradicts these people's views, he may be attacked even as first officer.
The first mate suspected that the captain knew about this, but he allowed the situation to develop unchecked, allowing ignorance and fanaticism to spread.
Alex could understand why the captain did this, because those crew members were indeed suppressing rebellions and maintaining the social stability of the fleet. This situation would be normal elsewhere in the galaxy, but here is a pirate fleet, and the only feasible way to exercise power is through horrific violence. Chaos is the norm here, and rebellion is even more commonplace. But the sporadic small-scale mutinies now show that this kind of worship is effective. It can not only unite the crew and keep them away from nightmares when passing through the lightless void, but also allow them to organize spontaneously to check and eradicate rebellion and evil. Seedlings of worship.
This made the first mate somewhat curious about the content of their beliefs. He had never gotten to know them seriously before.
While Alex was reading the tattered pamphlet written by the crew, Lara Croft was falling off the cliff. She waved the mountaineering pick in her hand in vain, the biting cold wind seemed to freeze, and her heartbeat rumbled in her ears.
I might die!
I will definitely die!
Laura calmed down, and she could even feel the itching of the frostbite.
No adventurer with normal fear in the world would dare to climb the snow-covered cliffs of Siberia in the wind and snow like Laura. A strong wind blowing over the ridge is enough to blow an adult off the cliff, but Laura has courage and psychological quality beyond ordinary people. She knows that the city of Kitezh is hidden between the wind, snow and mountains, and the Holy Trinity has already Take action.
This organization has great strength and many materials, and Laura can't imagine how fast they move. She had to hurry up. She had already said goodbye to her guide and planned to go alone.
"That snow-capped mountain looks a lot like the Paramount Pictures logo." Jonah, wearing a heavy down jacket, looked very safe.
"You're still so funny." Laura said with a smile. She was glad that Jonah's sense of humor had not frozen yet. It took her two days by plane and car to reach Siberia, and another twelve days to climb here. There is no way forward, and the locals are unwilling to go further because it is too dangerous. "You should stay with the guides, it's not a risk you have to take."
However, Jonah refused to give up. They had already experienced the adventure of the Dragon Triangle together. Climbing the snow mountain was just a trivial matter compared with the previous adventures.
"There's no door." Jonah's smile was very warm. Laura shook her head, knowing that Jonah would not give up.
The climb was very rough, which was expected trouble. The water freezes on the cliff and forms an eternal waterfall, firmly sticking to the rocks on the cliff face. Compared with the hard frozen soil and rocks, those ice surfaces are the shortcut to the top of the mountain. However, some ice surfaces have become fragile due to years of geological movements and extreme weather, like white death traps one after another.
The inexperienced Laura fell into this trap more than once. The first time, she was lucky enough to land on the snow, but the second time, a sudden avalanche completely blocked her path. She and Jonah are separated, radio communications are disrupted, and she can only move forward alone.
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