"Tsk, I really don't know if I'm stupid or reckless."
Jagula sneered, "If I die in an unknown corner, don't blame him for not reminding me."
"Don't worry, Senior Jagula." Wilson deliberately shouted loudly, putting on an unusually bright smile.
That made Jagula frown.
"He has already died once." Wilson said calmly, "Being able to save the world before death is a very meaningful thing, isn't it?"
"Besides, if it can bring light and hope to that world, even if it makes one person believe in the light, then everything he does will be meaningful."
"Do I think that the only thing wrong with you is death? No, I think too much. Sometimes I don't even want death."
Jagula still said indifferently, "Besides, my strength is too weak and I haven't even mastered basic combat skills."
"Then, it's up to me, Senior Jagula."
Wilson looked at Jagula with a smile.
"...Don't come to him until your injury is healed tomorrow."
Jagula said a vicious word without any expression, and then left Wilson's room without looking back.
Before leaving, I didn't forget to close the door.
Wilson's mouth twitched.
That person from the pointed star is indeed a very arrogant person.
…………
In the warehouse of the cruise ship, the man in black robe hiding in the dark is waiting for an opportunity.
Their leader tried to find some clues about the traitors among the people. He now looked at everyone who looked like a suspicious person who was a whistleblower, but he couldn't find any evidence.
That traitor was so well hidden.
The leader gnashed his teeth and nestled in a box, listening to the conversation of the crew outside with blood dripping from his heart.
"A suspicious box was found there. It's very likely that it's not a bomb!"
"There is also one in the warehouse next door. The terrorist wants to blow up the ship's frame and cabins!"
"Now only Dong is left!"
fxxx!fxxx!fxxx!
The leader kept cursing secretly, and his heart was bleeding.
Do you know how difficult it was to buy a powerful and stable bomb in those days? The prices demanded by those damn humans on the black market were so high. Not only was there the protection of heretical forces behind it, but it was also very easy to use a gun.
They are not allowed to pay big prices to buy, and they dare not kill people to get goods.
Their devout believers have spent a lot of money every day to collect priests' belongings. Can those three bombs be said to be true? Those believers went to the dock to move goods for many days, and worked hard to save their hard-earned money. It turned out that they were all
Destroyed by traitors!
The leader was almost furious, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was about to have a seizure.
Just then, footsteps were heard next to the box where he was hiding. The leader immediately became as quiet as a chicken, not daring to make a sound or even take a breath.
"Glorious Lord of the Deep, Great Father of Mermen, Elder of the Deep Ones, praise you, Father God Dagon, La, La, Futan."
The leader muttered prayers in his heart, hoping that Father God in the deep sea could bless His believers through that difficult time.
Can they ask for the entire cruise ship to be sacrificed to God the Father? How could they just fall into trouble there?
It is our duty to rebuild the glory of God the Father.
Immediately afterwards, the leader prayed silently.
"Father God, bless him to find that damn traitor and informer! He will sacrifice all his blood to you, so that he can experience eternal pain!"
Just when the leader was angrily cursing the unfounded traitor.
The crew finally checked that cabin and found no followers of Dagon hiding in the boxes.
The leader was still angry and did not dare to take a breath, for fear that someone would suddenly break in and kill him.
After more than ten minutes, a head with a black hood cautiously poked out of a box. After looking around the darkness, he shouted in a low voice: "Chief, there are no more annoying people there."
The guy!"
"That's good!"
The leader then came out of his box with confidence.
If that seemed to be some kind of instruction, the rest of the people also jumped out of the box in twos and threes and walked in a circle in perfect agreement.
Because he was too poor to buy a flashlight, the leader took a candle and stuck it on the ground, making the atmosphere outside the cabin extremely gloomy.
The leader said solemnly: "Everyone, their first one has failed, and there is only one bomb left. They must hide it! Otherwise, they will not be able to sacrifice the entire ship to their father."
god!"
"Is it possible? It seems that the bomb is broken and has been soaked in water. I don't know if it can be used..." A Dagon believer next to him said weakly.
"Shut up!" the leader vowed, "They have the blessing of God the Father, and there will be no problem with that bomb!"
Bang bang...
At that moment, a crisp round of applause sounded from the dark cabin.
"That's great. Isn't it touching that we are wrong about our faith in God the Father?"
The cultists were like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. They jumped up in fright and looked at the man who appeared in the cabin at some unknown time in horror.
The leader lit a candle and stared gloomily ahead, where a figure stood unknown.
He is slender and tall, and his dark skin blends perfectly into the darkness. He is wearing simple clothes and looks similar to the black workers at the dock.
The leader also saw many people like that when he was working.
The only slightly unusual thing about him was that the man had a strange smile on his face, and the air seemed to be filled with the confusing sweet fragrance of liquid bean.
"Who am I to blame?"
The leader shook his head and looked at the man with great vigilance.
"He also believes in Father God Dagon." As he opened and closed his mouth, it seemed as if there was some kind of abnormal far-sang psychedelic aura that gradually enveloped those Dagon believers.
The leader was about to ask something, but suddenly he was stunned.
Why would he question their most loyal believers, why would he doubt the most devout servants of God the Father, Dagon?
Hahaha, that is obviously their brother. Even if he denies a traitor, that pious man will not denounce a traitor.
"Come, come, let them pray together to the great Father God Dagon."
The leader eagerly invited the dark man forward, and the other Dagon believers did not have the slightest doubt and accepted the inexplicable addition of a companion among them.
The dark man responded with a bright smile: "Thank you for all your hard work for Father God Dagon. He will bring some interesting things tomorrow, which will make their sacrifices go more smoothly!"