Two shadows sailed through a dark, lightless ocean that seemed to be underground.
The stalled Heimglu was pushed by the waves and silently followed Andrea's wake.
They are far away from the land.
The twisted figure did not take away all the believers, nor could it take them away.
Although the believers can swim in the sea and follow the two large ships, no one knows when something will emerge from the dark deep sea to swallow them.
The inconspicuousness of the Twisted Order is like the distance between them and the vast ocean.
The two ships carrying nearly a thousand Twisted Cults and more than 300 survivors and scholars were obviously seriously overloaded, but they became faster than before. The Twisted Cult controlled the water to help them reduce their weight, create waves to increase their speed, and the sea
The M'Gru didn't even have a boiler, only the twisted cultists who seemed to be the crew to control the voyage,
This means it won't take more than a week for them to reach the Land of Light.
Andrea, the captain's cabin is emitting faint fluorescence.
Although the captain's cabin on the upper deck will expose them, the higher position means a wider view and earlier detection of crises.
Lu Li, the two supernatural gods, and Ophelia are all here, discussing the transformation ritual of the twisted figure into a god.
"... Before Philolina can become a true god, all believers need to imprint their faith and gather strength to raise the divine fire."
"I've already done this." The twisted figure replied.
"Extensive believers and shallow believers cannot be counted among them..." Mother of the Swamp whispered: "A hundred shallow believers can't beat one fanatic believer. You have enough followers, but they are not pious enough..."
"They are also residents of the Land of Light." The twisted figure did not want to tamper with their thinking.
This choice taints Lu Li's style.
"There is no conflict... Fanatic believers will not erase their original consciousness... You need prayers, powerful prayers, and I will help you."
The Swamp Mother is far from ancient, her origins can only be traced back hundreds of years, and she has split herself. But her heritage is deeper than the gods of the wasteland and the evil gods that came with the strange times.
Just like young people entering the wilderness for the first time and hunters who hunt for a living.
Perhaps the young man is well equipped, has enough food and water to traverse the wilderness, and enough shotguns and supplies to kill every prey in sight, but the hunter can do better at a smaller cost.
Followers of Swamp Mother rely on Him, believe in Him, and are loyal to Him, which allows His followers to bring more faith than Twisted Shadow followers.
One is a crop grown in the field, and the other is just planted in a flower pot.
The faith of believers is continuously given to the gods, which is the source of their strength.
In any case, one should not ignore that the Swamp Mother is a supernatural god who has existed for hundreds of years.
"I need your help..." The twisted figure sincerely asked the Mother of the Swamp for advice.
"I will help you when you return to the Land of Light, Philolina."
Their topic then fell on Lu Li: "If you want to be powerful, becoming a god is your best choice."
Lu Li was silent, and then the mother of the swamp, Ye Wen, asked: "You should choose the same path as us, why do you keep running away?
"You don't have to do anything, Eternal Dreamer." The shaking fluorite lamp did not disturb Lu Li's calmness.
The mother of the swamp fell silent.
Many of the prophecies of the Lord of Dreams have been verified, and he has experienced much longer than the ancients, and his eternal existence in dreams has gained their trust and respect.
The twisted figure looked out the window at the sea, followed by Ophelia and the believers on the deck.
Lu Li and Swamp Mother were the slowest to react and were not discovered until the distant echoing whistle sounded.
"It's Heim...the horn is sounding?" Ophelia looked into the distance and could see nothing but darkness.
"no."
The Heimgru was behind Andrea, and the whistle came from the front.
And the Twisted Cult crew on that ship didn't need a "whistle" to communicate.
The continuous sound of the whistle was approaching them, or they were approaching the sound of the whistle.
The twisted figure came to the deck to deal with the strange situation with the believers. Lu Li took the fluorescent lamp off the table and hid it under the table, and Ophelia, the mother of the swamp, who stayed in the captain's cabin, watched the approaching shadows through the open window.
The sound of the whistle disappeared at this point, and it fell into unsettling darkness.
Lu Li vaguely saw a silhouette as huge as Andrea's leaning against the side of the ship and missed it, but Andrea didn't warn her, and the twisted figure and its followers didn't do anything either.
When he thinks he just saw something wrong or has low sanity syndrome,
The faint glow of the oil lamp suddenly emerged from the depths of the darkness, and the mast observation tower next to it was faintly visible, as well as the shadows hiding in the shadows waving two-color flags.
Silently crossing each other, Lu Li's eyes followed the two-color flag waving on the opposite ship, gradually moving away, and then the halo of the oil light suddenly disappeared as if it was quietly emerging.
Not long after, the twisted figure came back and told Lu Li that it was a ship.
Today, when the earth's surface has fallen, is there still a human ship sailing on the sea?
Lu Li walked out of the captain's cabin and stood on the upper deck blown by the cold sea breeze, looking behind him, but the ship had already followed its wake and disappeared into the dark depths.
"I can let the believers board the ship to investigate." The twisted figure said.
Lu Li shook his head and refused: "Can you mark it?"
The obscure aura disappeared in a flash, and the twisted figure replied: "It's done."
Lu Li nodded slightly and continued to stare into the depths of the ocean until his face felt like a knife-like pain from the sea breeze before he returned to the captain's cabin and took out a notebook and a pen filled with ink from the desk drawer.
Ophelia and the others in the captain's room felt a little strange. Lu Li scribbled out more than a dozen flags on his notebook. Two flags were in a group, with arrows representing upward and downward movements. Then he opened the eyeball wooden box and summoned the merchant Anthony.
"Leave it to Mateusz and ask him to find someone who understands semaphore to translate it."
"Do you suspect that waving the chess pieces is trying to tell us something..."
"This is a semaphore, the way sailing ships communicate." Lu Li answered Ophelia.
The news came back quickly from Matthäus, but it was bad news. The navy flag bearer he hired could not translate the flag language painted by Lu Li.
"It can be roughly translated."
"No way."
Matthäus conveyed the words of the flag bearer: "Flag language is a coherent and complex body language. Although there are quite simple flag languages, each wave corresponds to a meaning, but this is obviously not what Lu Li encountered."
If you want to translate it, you must let the flag bearer see the flag language with his own eyes.
"What else did you find?"
Mateus was also concerned about the ship sailing in the dark deep sea and sending semaphores to Lu Li.
Lu Li could only describe limited information: such as the height of the mast observation deck and the approximate length of the ship.
"There is another way. Let the flag bearer go to the place of light and repeat the flag message you saw to him."
We have to wait for Andrea's next voyage, but fortunately Lu Li is not in a hurry.
The unknown ship was the only strange thing they encountered on their return voyage, and all other dangers were avoided in advance.
Six days later, the wet decks of both ships were exposed to the bay's sun.
